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tamingthemuseTitle: Trapped
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Prompt: 317 - Booby Trap
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: It's never that simple.
Daniel dialed the gate just like he had hundreds of times before. Sam was standing next to him and Jack and Teal’c were a couple dozen yards off to the side. The mission had been unexpectedly dull but long on the hiking up and down terrain frequently cut through with ravines and they were all anxious to get back. Intel had suggested that the latest goa’uld threat, Ashtaroth, had set up a base on this planet, but they had found no signs of goa’uld presence and no naquadah or other resources to attract a goa’uld. Jack was hoping for that would lend itself to a debrief short enough that he could make it home in time to watch the Avalanche game that night.
As Daniel hit the sixth symbol, Sam tilted her head, as if listening. She stretched out her hand just a split second too late to stop him from pressing the last tile. Instead of the normal whoosh of the wormhole forming, Daniel was suddenly aware of a high-pitched hum and Sam’s frantic voice yelling, “Down!” then he was pushed to the ground and a terrible metallic tearing sound echoed all around them.
A familiar groan through the ringing in his ears told him Sam had landed on top of him. He could hear Jack and Teal’c shouting as they drew near and he tried to look up to see if there was any further danger.
“Sam, get off me.” He half-heartedly pushed at his teammate.
A pained gasp accompanied her attempt to move. “I don’t think I can.”
Then Teal’c was lifting her up and Jack was asking Daniel how many fingers while simultaneously examining Sam’s wounded leg.
Half an hour later found Teal’c and Jack standing watch and Sam, thigh heavily bandaged, balancing against Daniel as she examined the still-smoking remnants of the DHD.
“Damn,” she muttered after a while, before limping over to ease herself to the ground and lean against a large rock. The others gathered around her, Jack crouching down to meet her at eye level.
“So, what happened?” he asked.
“It wasn’t an accident, Sir. The DHD was rigged to destroy itself. I can’t fix it.”
“Okay. So, we wait for the SGC to contact us when we miss our return time.” He checked his watch. “Another couple of hours and they should be dialing in. We have them send, what - a naquadah generator - and then we’re home.”
Sam shook her head. “It’s worse than that, Sir. I can’t be 100% positive but it looks like the detonation could only be caused by a certain set of symbols... Earth’s address.” She paused a moment to allow the others to assimilate the ramifications of that. “Even worse, I think there was a communication device rigged into the system.“
Teal’c immediately redoubled his already vigilant scanning of the area.
Daniel looked back at the shattered DHD warily. “Did it get a message out?”
“It’s possible.”
Jack sat back on his heels and thought for a minute. “Okay, so we can’t dial out and can expect whoever rigged this lovely little parting gift... when?”
Sam shrugged despondently. “I can’t tell what the range of the device was. It could be anytime.”
Jack stood and the others followed suit, Daniel helping Sam to her feet slowly. The colonel pointed in a northeast direction. “We’re heading that way. Daniel and Teal’c, you two go ahead and try to find a good place to hole up in. We want to stay in radio range of the gate, if possible. Carter and I will be behind you.”
He watched Teal’c and Daniel head off, then wrapped his arm around the major’s waist, helping her along at a more moderate pace.
“So,” he asked casually. “Do you think this planet gets ESPN?”
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Prompt: 317 - Booby Trap
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: It's never that simple.
Trapped
Daniel dialed the gate just like he had hundreds of times before. Sam was standing next to him and Jack and Teal’c were a couple dozen yards off to the side. The mission had been unexpectedly dull but long on the hiking up and down terrain frequently cut through with ravines and they were all anxious to get back. Intel had suggested that the latest goa’uld threat, Ashtaroth, had set up a base on this planet, but they had found no signs of goa’uld presence and no naquadah or other resources to attract a goa’uld. Jack was hoping for that would lend itself to a debrief short enough that he could make it home in time to watch the Avalanche game that night.
As Daniel hit the sixth symbol, Sam tilted her head, as if listening. She stretched out her hand just a split second too late to stop him from pressing the last tile. Instead of the normal whoosh of the wormhole forming, Daniel was suddenly aware of a high-pitched hum and Sam’s frantic voice yelling, “Down!” then he was pushed to the ground and a terrible metallic tearing sound echoed all around them.
A familiar groan through the ringing in his ears told him Sam had landed on top of him. He could hear Jack and Teal’c shouting as they drew near and he tried to look up to see if there was any further danger.
“Sam, get off me.” He half-heartedly pushed at his teammate.
A pained gasp accompanied her attempt to move. “I don’t think I can.”
Then Teal’c was lifting her up and Jack was asking Daniel how many fingers while simultaneously examining Sam’s wounded leg.
Half an hour later found Teal’c and Jack standing watch and Sam, thigh heavily bandaged, balancing against Daniel as she examined the still-smoking remnants of the DHD.
“Damn,” she muttered after a while, before limping over to ease herself to the ground and lean against a large rock. The others gathered around her, Jack crouching down to meet her at eye level.
“So, what happened?” he asked.
“It wasn’t an accident, Sir. The DHD was rigged to destroy itself. I can’t fix it.”
“Okay. So, we wait for the SGC to contact us when we miss our return time.” He checked his watch. “Another couple of hours and they should be dialing in. We have them send, what - a naquadah generator - and then we’re home.”
Sam shook her head. “It’s worse than that, Sir. I can’t be 100% positive but it looks like the detonation could only be caused by a certain set of symbols... Earth’s address.” She paused a moment to allow the others to assimilate the ramifications of that. “Even worse, I think there was a communication device rigged into the system.“
Teal’c immediately redoubled his already vigilant scanning of the area.
Daniel looked back at the shattered DHD warily. “Did it get a message out?”
“It’s possible.”
Jack sat back on his heels and thought for a minute. “Okay, so we can’t dial out and can expect whoever rigged this lovely little parting gift... when?”
Sam shrugged despondently. “I can’t tell what the range of the device was. It could be anytime.”
Jack stood and the others followed suit, Daniel helping Sam to her feet slowly. The colonel pointed in a northeast direction. “We’re heading that way. Daniel and Teal’c, you two go ahead and try to find a good place to hole up in. We want to stay in radio range of the gate, if possible. Carter and I will be behind you.”
He watched Teal’c and Daniel head off, then wrapped his arm around the major’s waist, helping her along at a more moderate pace.
“So,” he asked casually. “Do you think this planet gets ESPN?”
