Et Qui Sait

Et Qui Sait

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Disclaimer: Stargate: SG1 isn’t mine; I only presume to own the things and people you don’t recognize (including Lexy though I think Daniel and Vala might have something to say about that). Nor do I own Stargate: Atlantis, though it would be a great birthday present!!  

Author’s Notes: This is the (much) anticipated sequel to ‘Savoir Aimer’ – highly recommended that you read that fiction before this one, but of course, that is entirely up to you.  I hope you enjoy it, and for those of you who have read ‘Savoir Aimer’ I pray this does not disappoint and that this is as popular as its predecessor. Read; Review; Enjoy. 

Chapter 1: Natural Selection

The klaxons sounded, the roar of the giant naquada ring turning beneath the chevrons rumbled through the embarkation room, the lights flashed red and orange across the ceiling as the blast doors whooshed open and dozens of airmen jogged through in their usual orderly formation, weapons strapped to their chests, swift fingers ready to slip the safety catches from their guns at just a moment’s notice. 

General Landry entered the control room in a hurry, his feet carrying him at a brisk pace as he reached the window and looked down; Walter was sat in a seat next to him. The technician’s eyes fixed steadily on the monitor, his palm poised over the hand scanner that would permit him to reopen the iris should the previously unscheduled off-world activation become identified as one of the many teams currently not on Earth.

 

“Its SG1 sir,” the sergeant reported, glancing up at his commanding officer as the IDC came through, simultaneously he pressed his palm onto the scanner and the thin titanium shield recoiled back into its confines, the wormhole that was now being permitted to form erupting and an ocean of blue light danced across the concrete walls.

 

The familiar popping noise of objects being reformed was the only sound within the ‘gate room before the wormhole collapsed a moment later and silence reigned for all but a second; “Welcome back,” Landry spoke over the intercom, greeting the ten people that had returned safely from perhaps one of their most important missions yet.

 

“Home-sweet-home,” Jack’s sarcasm was evident and a trace of irritability hindered his normal tone of voice, however even that was partially concealed by something else… something worrisome.

 

“Did you find anything out?” Landry said a moment later, his gaze skimming from person to person, each sporting their own expression of awe and abject-disbelief, his curiosity would have been killing him if it weren’t for the fact that he knew whatever it was that had elicited such reactions from these people would be anything but good.

 

Sheppard glanced at Cam before addressing the senior officer “oh yeah sir,” he swallowed, looking again at Daniel “loads,”

 

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“I told you it was too much like Buffy to be true,” Cam pointed out.

 

Mitchell looked odd, they all did, tired but not; fresh faced, skin bright, there were no bags under their eyes, no one was yawning, or concealing drooping eyelids but their general demeanour was strained, they looked exhausted by very mention of the fact that they didn’t.

 

It had been three days since the two teams had embarked on the journey to the planet whose co-ordinates had been provided by Thor; no one had thought to ask the prestigious alien how long the ‘Last Summit’ would be likely to last and therefore no return had been scheduled. GDOs had been provided as that and radios were the only electronic items that they had been allowed to bring. The presence of weapons at a summit of the collective allies was apparently offensive and given that the presence of the Tau’ri on the council was extremely new, it had not been within anyone’s interests to put that position in jeopardy.

 

Teyla frowned a little at the analogy Cam had used but the others made no response; it was highly likely that this was a comment he had made before, most likely several times and the only one lacking enough cultural knowledge and the passive interest to either not understand the comparison or be curious enough to find out was the fair Athosian. Ronon’s dark eyes just narrowed a little, barely noticeable as he seemed to be torn between asking what a ‘Buffy’ was and simply coming to the conclusion that it was neither worth it nor relevant.

 

“She’s not even a year old,” Vala’s voice wasn’t much more than a whisper, her incredulity and doubt as obvious as was possible; this could not be true, this was so… clichéd, there was no way that to defeat Adria, to bring down her forces, they had to use a little girl, “she can barely talk, how is she supposed to know how to defeat Adria?”