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BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL
More from the crossover fic that spends a lot of time in the Stargate verse (If you hate crossovers don't read!) A friend of mine stated that it was impossible to mix these two programs convincingly. Is he right? Let me know!
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Hi there! Another little chapter for your perusal! Let me know how you think it's going!
P.S. Disclaimers & stuff in previous chapters
“Incoming wormhole!” Sergeant Davis announced in a tight voice.
General Hammond went still, feeling a familiar tension creep into the muscles of his neck.
“I’m receiving SG1’s IDC, sir” Davis continued with the barest flicker of relief.
“They’re ahead of schedule, aren’t they?” Hammond asked quietly, although his voice carried clearly in the strained silence of the control room.
“Yes, sir. They weren’t due to check in for another two hours.” The Sergeant shot a significant look at his commanding officer. “Shall I have med teams on standby, sir?” Hammond gave a mirthless smile, the image of unruffled authority.
“Let’s not assume the worst. It could be that Colonel O’Neill got bored early!” There was a ripple of laughter amongst the half-dozen gate personnel present, but the air of tense expectation still crackled.
Although he knew he should remain at a professional distance, Hammond couldn’t help giving in to his nervous energy and turned to march quickly down the stairs to the embarkation area, to be closer to the action.
He stood at parade rest, watching in approval as the Airman guarding the main doors stood stiffly to attention, unflinching as the metal iris covering the wormhole spiralled open with a smooth hiss.
There was a general sense of anticlimax as memories of flying bodies and weapons fire were dispelled by the emergence of a single figure, stepping serenely through the rippling membrane.
General Hammond stared for a second in startled perplexity at the delicate features of the young girl as she opened wide, dark eyes and scrutinised the room with nervous intensity. She murmured a phrase he could barely catch, in a breath of awed wonder.
He glanced over at the guard, glad to see his weapon raised to point steadily at the new arrival. He’d been working this job for enough years to never dismiss the most unlikely looking threat.
He drew a breath but before he could even decide what order to give, the Stargate’s surface was pierced again. With a clatter of boots three members of SG1 lurched forward gracelessly, their headlong rush almost colliding with the stunned girl. Teal’c followed at a more dignified pace, inclining his head in acknowledgement to General Hammond.
“SG1, are you alright?” Hammond barked.
“Oh, we’re hunky-dory, sir!” Jack called back cheerfully, heedless of the look of impatience creeping over his superior officer’s face.
“Then would you mind introducing me to our new arrival?”
Daniel leaned close to O’Neill and whispered:
“Oops, I think we may be in trouble.”
“Yeah, should probably have called first before bringing a guest. You know, see if the place was tidy…” A meaningful cough from the bald Texan wiped the smile from his face and he gestured for his team to precede him down the ramp. “Okay, I think a bit of a pre-debrief is in order. Carter and I will go fill in General Hammond. Daniel, you and Teal’c take River to go and see Doc. Frasier.”
They started forward purposefully but Teal’c paused, sensing that River had not moved from her frozen stillness. He turned and held out a large palm towards her. A gentle smile softened the stern contours of his face.
“You should come with me now.” He instructed quietly. Her gaze snapped to his face.
“Teal’c” she announced. Her pronunciation, he noted, was perfect, unlike most humans that he met. Her dark eyes bored into his own for a moment before she added “Strength!”
Teal’c quirked an eyebrow in surprise. “That is indeed the meaning of my name.” She reached forward decisively and took hold of his hand with the tight grip of a nervous child.
“Better than bad!” she muttered as he led her down the ramp. Daniel, trailing behind, frowned in puzzlement.
“Was that a compliment?”
Daniel couldn’t help having a down-the-rabbit-hole moment as he followed the oddly contrasting pair. The dark, solid mass of the giant warrior walking hand in hand with the pale, fragile girl attracted a few odd looks as they paced the corridors of the SGC. River seemed oblivious to the stares. In fact with every step she became more withdrawn and silent. As they reached the door to the medical centre Teal’c felt a tug of resistance pull at his joined hand and turned to see a spark of terror growing in dull and haunted eyes.
“No!” she moaned, leaning her whole body away from the anchor holding her in place. "No, nononononoooo” - a chanted litany of fear.
The neat and compact form of Dr. Janet Frasier appeared at the door to the infirmary in response to the hunted cries. She pinned Daniel with a concerned, questioning glare.
“Hi, Janet. This is River. We were bringing her for you to…” He was cut off by an eerie, undulating wail.
"Runtse de shang-dee, ching daiwuhtzo."
Daniel cocked his head in surprised interest. “That was Mandarin. Um, I think she really doesn’t want to go in there.”
Janet tossed her head impatiently. “Well, you can explain to her that if she wants me to clean up those wounds she’ll have to come inside.” River was thrashing wildly now against the iron grip clamped around her wrist.
“ Let me go! Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh bun ur-tze.” She screamed at her captor in frantic rage. Teal’c looked questioningly at Daniel who shook his head in bemusement.
“You really don’t want to know!”
Janet looked in concern at the wild girl. “I’d better get a tranquilliser.” She muttered, disappearing into her inner sanctum. Teal’c pulled sharply on the twisting limb in his grasp, catching River off balance. As she stumbled forward he spun quickly behind her and enclosed her shaking body in a firm embrace.
“Do not distress yourself.” He spoke quietly, his head bent close to her ear. He looked up as Dr. Frasier came panting back into view, white coat flapping in her haste, a syringe half hidden behind her back.
“No, please no!” River cringed back against his solid chest. “Buried alive! Stuck with needles and eyes in my brain.” Janet pasted a soothing smile onto her worried face.
“Don’t worry.” She hushed. “It’ll all be alright.”
“You must trust Dr. Frasier” Teal’c advised gravely. “She is an honourable woman and will do you no harm.” River tossed her head in fevered denial.
“No. No more tests. Not your seer! I can’t spin horses.” Daniel’s eyes sought out Janet’s astonished stare. They exchanged a glance laden with memories of a young girl wired to a hospital bed, desperate gaze locked on a revolving chess piece into which she was channelling all the pain of imposed mental powers she couldn’t contain.
“Seer … Does she mean Cassandra?”
“Did you tell her about my daughter?” The words were spoken simultaneously, Janet’s laced with protective worry.
“Doctor!” Teal’c reminded, a jerk of his head indicating the still struggling girl he was carefully restraining. As if breaking free from a spell, Janet hurried forward. Crooning soft, sympathetic noises to the terrified girl she leaned in to empty the syringe into the side of River’s neck with a professional economy of motion. The fight went out of her almost immediately and Teal’c bent to swing the sagging girl into his arms.
“Just bring her in here, Teal’c, and lay her on a bed.” Janet started walking, looking back over her shoulder with a steely glare. “And maybe someone could fill me in on what the hell is going on here!”
“I’m not exactly sure!” Daniel admitted, following nervously behind. “We picked her up on P… whatever it was! We rescued her from some, well, monsters that were chasing her!” he grimaced a little at how corny that sounded, before hurrying on. “At first I thought she was a bit ... disturbed. But now I’m wondering if it’s more than that.” Teal’c nodded in agreement as he laid the limp body lightly on a bed, lifting her trailing, damaged arm to lay it carefully across her chest.
“Indeed!” he confirmed in a deep rumble. “She appears to be most perceptive.” Janet surveyed the two with a sceptical glint.
“So what are we talking about here?” She sighed as no answer seemed to be forthcoming. She leant in, pity welling in her deep brown eyes, to brush a tangled lock of hair from the porcelain pale face which was still creased with a slight frown even in sleep.
“Well, that tranq will keep her out for a while. I guess I can run some tests before she wakes up. See if I can figure out what’s wrong with her.”
Daniel beamed in thanks. “Great, I’ll let Colonel O’Neill know. See if you can have some preliminary conclusions for us in a couple of hours. We’ll put off the full briefing ‘til then.” He turned to go, looking questioningly at his large friend.
“I shall see you later, Daniel Jackson.” Teal’c continued staring down at the still form. “I believe I shall stay here a while longer.” Daniel smiled in understanding. He looked in affection at the rigid, stoic pose of the warrior as he loomed protectively over the sleeping girl.
“Look after her, Teal’c.” he murmured sadly to himself, as he turned to go. “I think she needs all the champions she can get.”
Chinese Phrases in order of appearance:
Merciful God please take me away
Stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey
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