Title: “Got To Make it Home”
Status: Complete – Part of series
Pairings: none in this story, although the series is Jack/Janet
Spoilers: Anything with Cronus
Sequel/Series Info: “Strength and Courage”
Rating: CONTENT LEVEL: 13+
Content Warnings: violence, and an occasional word
Summary: Jack risks his life to save his team – and almost loses it.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions This story has been written for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. All original characters are my own - yada yada yada - In other words - I don't own these guys. I never will....I just like to play with them now and then.
Feedback: Yes Please. Constructive Criticism to improve my craft is appreciated. Flames are not.
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Author’s Notes: Please note that no actual Jack O'Neill's were injured in the creation of this story - grin
For those of you who are following the series “Strength and Courage” This is what happens on the SG1 recon mission that Johnson and
My definite thanks and appreciation go to Wendy for her help in Beta-reading. Her assistance and suggestions went a long way to making this story what it is, as this is my first attempt at an action story.
“Got to Make it Home”
Daniel Jackson was on the run, dodging through the trees, following Major Sam Carter --- heading for the area of the Stargate. ‘Dammit!’ he snarled internally. ‘Why does this always have to happen to us!’ As Daniel glanced over his shoulder he saw Colonel Jack O’Neill and the Jaffa Warrior Teal’c taking point. They had turned and were scanning the area around for any
Soon they were on a low rise above the large plateau that hosted the stargate. Behind them was a wilderness filled with patrolling
The expedition had been uneventful the other two times they’d been on this planet. They’d already done a major recon, and encountered nothing dangerous. There had been no sign of human habitation, and definitely none of a
Sam Carter had her military instincts in full gear. Hundreds of thoughts were dashing through Sam’s mind as she was running. She knew that the MALP hadn’t indicated any incursion through the gate, so the
Sam ducked for cover just before the top of the rise, joined a moment later by Daniel, the Colonel and Teal’c.
“The reward for our heads must have gone up.” The Colonel said wryly, dusting himself off. That got him an eyebrow rise from Teal’c, and a harsh “No Kidding.” from Daniel.
SG1 could see the gate in the distance. It was obviously heavily guarded by
“I believe there cannot be less than 30 patrols.” The solemn
“Any ideas?” Jack asked pleasantly, already running through options in his mind. Few people realized that when the Colonel said, plan A, B, or C – those were only the spoken plans - if the truth were known, he was probably already on plan P, Q or R – of plans that flashed through his mind, and were discarded as flawed or fatal.
Carter looked at her watch. “Well – if we sit here and wait, the gate should open soon. We’ve already missed our check-in time.” Carter glanced up at the Colonel hopefully. “If we can get another hundred feet closer we should be within range to send a radio message through to
“I’ve already thought of that, Major.” O’Neill said. “Take a look a hundred feet ahead of us.” He handed her his eyeglass, and she winced as she saw the number of roving
“We’ve done that before with Cronus.” The Colonel said bitterly. “He has obviously made note of it, and is learning some of our SOPs. We need a new strategy.”
As the team watched, the stargate sprung into action. Jack was ready to thumb the radio, just --- hoping against hope that the signal might reach through to
“I noticed.” He said, wearily.
“They are really quite intent about this.” Daniel mused. “Now we have about 60
O’Neill looked at Daniel sharply, and then chuckled. “Yeah, Danny Boy --- you’d think we ticked him off or something.” They shared a smile, remembering their last encounter with Cronus, and Teal’c’s long vendetta against this particular goa’uld.
Jack gave a sigh, and motioned to the others to huddle near. “All Right, Campers.” He said with mock cheer. “It’s only a matter of time before they find us. They obviously know we’re on the planet. We need a solid plan.” O’Neill looked at each of them in turn. He gave a sigh. “Seriously, there is no way we’re going to get close enough to send a radio message as things stand. Now, I have a plan --- but you’re not going to like it. So I’m giving you the opportunity to throw out any options you have before I make my decision.”
Jack waited for a moment, looking at each face intently. Carter and Jackson knew that the situation was bad. Teal’c looked at him solemnly. He understood that the only way to get Carter and Jackson close to the gate was to get all those
O’Neill nodded. “Okay, then! This is it. Last time we were here” Jack began, gesturing to a rock face in the distance, “we set up those claymores to dig a bit of rock out of the hills to test for Naquada. We only used 3 of them, and didn’t dig up the rest because we planned on using them this time.” Jack skirted over to the edge, and took another look with the spyglass. He was giving them time to follow the logic of the plan through on their own. “No change down there.” He said simply, and then turned back.
“Carter, you and Jackson wait here.” Jack said decisively. “Teal’c and I are going to draw this group of
“But Jack, how will you guys make it back to the gate? Those claymores are 2 clicks from the stargate?” Daniel hissed, with eyes narrowed.
Jack O’Neill smiled, easily – a jaunty smirk disguising his fear “If all else fails, we’ll hide out until you can find us.” Jack said. “But the truth is – there are 60
O’Neill saw the look on Daniel’s face, and scrunched down close, wanting to forestall any further argument. “Daniel,” he said in a low undertone. “You know that there is no other way to do this. We can’t survive with just the four of us – not against that many
Daniel nodded unhappily. He knew that it was true, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
Jack looked at Teal’c. The two brothers in arms knew that the chances of getting out of this one unscathed were minimal --- at best. “Right!” Jack took a deep breath. “We should be able to make it there within a half hour. If nothing starts by that time, it will mean we didn’t make it to the claymores.” He stared at Carter. “Start looking at other options, but get yourself out of here alive. That’s an order!”
Carter nodded, blinking back tears that she dared not show, but already turning ideas over in her mind. Jack stripped his pack down to the bare necessities of what might help him against an enemy incursion force. He looked over at Sam Carter and Daniel Jackson, and gave them the warm grin that they both knew so well.
Jack turned once again, checking his extra clips. He was almost ready to head out. He looked back over his shoulder and nodded at the two of them. “Take Care of each other.” He said meaningfully. It was the closest thing to goodbye they had ever heard him say. Teal’c turned and bowed towards them. “It has been my honour.” He said solemnly; then he turned and was gone.
Colonel Jack O’Neill and Teal’c moved stealthily away through the bush, leaving Daniel wondering how two such big men could make so little noise. Daniel looked at his watch, monitoring the interminable slowness of the passing seconds, and waiting with excruciating dread for the far off sounds of gunfire. ‘At least then I’ll know they made it to the claymores,’ he thought, not even wanting to think about what might come next.
The Colonel and Teal’c managed to avoid the
It was not easy to move both quickly and undetectably, but it was necessary. They managed to make good time, and soon made it to the location that Jack had in mind. The Colonel called Teal’c to a stop in a treed area that his military mind had noticed on the last recon mission. It was just over a kilometer from the gate, and the perfect place for a surprise attack. “This is where we part ways, Teal’c.” Jack said firmly.
Teal’c had enough respect for O’Neill’s abilities as a soldier to know that both of them had an equal chance to make it to the claymores. Teal’c also recognized O’Neill’s real intent with the secondary combat area. The truth of the matter was that Colonel O’Neill saw this as a second option, and a second chance to save Jackson and Carter. If O’Neill didn’t make it to the claymores, then this secondary position would still allow Teal’c the opportunity to stage a counterfeit attack using his staff weapon and P90 to draw the
It didn’t take Jack O’Neill long to trek the rest of the way to the rocky ridge, where he found the claymores already set up for the intended scientific portion of this expedition. Jack made for the claymores, and fixed the detonators quickly. He worked as swiftly as possible, as the claymores had been a bit in the open. Jack assessed the tactical applications of the area. He moved two of the claymores down to an area just beyond the tree-line, which seemed the logical place for an ambush. O’Neill then began to search for several defensive positions. Jack settled on a site that provided adequate cover, but also had a clear line of fire to the tree-line. He noted several secondary positions that would work, as well.
Colonel Jack O’Neill looked at his watch. ‘Here we go.’ He thought. There was no time left. He set off one of the claymores far up the ridge, watching as it caused a minor landslide of rocks skittering down the steep slope. Then he sprayed a bit of gunfire over another area of loose rock, causing more land-slides, and listened for movement anywhere around him. Jack looked around carefully, scanning the distance.
Jack waited a few moments more, and fired his sidearm, two or three shots at a time, until it was empty. He put the last clip in his sidearm, and listened. ‘Yes!’ Colonel O’Neill punched the air, with a ‘hoo-rah’ gesture. He could hear the approach of
Jack waited until the
O’Neill saw a number of
‘Well,’ Jack grinned to himself. ‘That seems to have gotten their attention.’
Jack waited a moment more, until he could see some leaves moving in the background, and shot off another burst from the P90, spraying the tree-line with more gunfire.
Jack’s senses were on high alert. Something was not right. Suddenly he heard the skittering sound of a small rockslide a little ways behind him. He whirled to see a lone
He almost made it. Pain seared one shoulder as the blast grazed him. Rock shrapnel sprayed his back, as he finished the roll. Jack landed on one knee, and was bringing his P90 around to fire as it jarred on a boulder and went skittering down the hill. O’Neill reached for his secondary weapon, and less than a second later was shooting his sidearm at the
Jack whirled to check his six, and saw another mass of Cronus’ troops making their way past the tree-line. He reached for the other detonator, and set off the third claymore. It was particularly well placed, sending rock and splinters of wood in a deadly explosive burst. The injuries and unexpected mayhem caused confusion as the
O’Neill was preparing to dash to where his P90 was lying at the base of a boulder, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in his back. It spread through him like fire and Jack silently cursed himself for not checking to ensure his adversary was dead. O’Neill spun back to face the
Jack didn’t hesitate; he fell to ground, and slid to where his P90 was. Dizziness washed over him as pain radiated from his back and shoulder. Ignoring it, knowing he had no time to waste, he crawled towards better cover. Jack closed his eyes, taking a deep shuddering breath; and assessed the situation.
There were obviously more
He assessed his injuries. He was battered and bruised, his shoulder was seared from the staff-blast, but it wasn’t bleeding. His whole body hurt like hell. The hundreds of shards of sharp rock imbedded in his back from the staff-blast were painful, sending a constant reminder of their presence. None of these things was life-threatening. The knife was another story.
The blade protruding from O’Neill’s back was sending waves of agony with every move he made. The agony would diminish if he pulled the knife out, but Jack knew that was the worst thing he could do. Jack knew that there was blood oozing from the knife wound, but at the moment the blood was only seeping out around the blade; the blade itself was actually stopping the wound from bleeding freely. If he pulled out the knife, the blood flow would actually increase, and the trail it left would be even larger. And he would probably die from blood loss before he reached the gate. Jack sighed. ‘This was SO not good!’
Jack moved quietly down the slope, biting on his bottom lip to keep from crying out as he took cover in a patch of low vegetation. He was out of sight of the
“Colonel O’Neill” Teal’c’s resonant voice rang out. “I have heard from Major Carter. Our plan worked. They have contacted General Hammond, and reinforcements have arrived. We must now make our way to the gate.”
Colonel Jack O’Neill peered out through the brush. The remaining
O’Neill was as silent as possible as he traveled through the underbrush. He stopped for a moment, and leaned against a tree. The agony was overwhelming, but Jack knew that there was no way he could take a rest. He could only try to stay conscious as long as possible, and to make it to the gate.
The Colonel Jack O’Neill moved stealthily, using all of his black-ops training to leave as small of a trail as possible, and heading towards the location where he had last seen Teal’c. A sheen of sweat covered his body as he fought the urge to rest. Agony became his companion, washing over him in waves. He forced himself to stay alert, to move silently – knowing that Cronus’
The Colonel had managed to make a fair distance before he heard shouts in the background. He could make out enough of what was said to determine that the
The pain in his shoulder was intense, and a quick glance revealed darkened and blistered flesh showing through the charred remains of his sleeve. “Great.” He murmured to himself. “Add shock to the mix.” Jack knew if he wasn’t already in shock, it would hit him soon.
Jack’s legs had become heavy, like lead, and every step wracked his body with agony. It was taking all his effort not to make a sound, as the waves of pain washed over him. O’Neill fixed his mind on one goal. ‘I‘ve got to make it to the gate. Got to make it to the gate. Got to make it Home.’
Jack stumbled and fell, scraping one knee, as he hit the ground hard. Pain exploded through him and he cried out, unable to stop himself. Knowing that his life depended on it, he forced his tired and battered body to move. Using a nearby tree, he pulled himself up, staggering to his feet once again. Jack set off running again, one aching step after another, unaware that he was muttering.
“Going to the Gate”
“Must Get Home.”
“Got to get to the Gate.”
Jack O’Neill burst through the area where he had left Teal’c, and saw the bodies of dead
I am with Major Ferretti, we have taken the gate. Are you well, O’Neill?” the deep voice boomed.
“Peachy.” O’Neill said sarcastically. “Got to run. Teal’c. They’re behind me.” Jack finished unsteadily, as the next wave of pain hit. He was relieved to know that his friend was not injured. He didn’t have to worry about Teal’c – Teal’c was safe.
It was like a weight lifted from his shoulders. He felt almost euphoric. Jack shook his head, trying to shake the cobwebs out of it. He regretted almost immediately, as the next wave of pain paralyzed him. Jack re-assessed, recognizing that the intense fight with the
‘Make it to the gate. Make it to the Home.” He fixed his mind on that, and began moving as swiftly as he could. Jack could feel dampness on his pant legs now. The knife wound was seeping steadily. His shirt was soaked, and gravity was drawing the dampness ever downward. “Make it to the gate.” He murmured.
Jack stumbled into a ravine, and landed in a small creek. The fall jarred the knife. The Colonel pressed his hand against his mouth, biting as he tried to stop the guttural cry of pain erupting from his own mouth. It passed. Jack took a unsteady breath, and scooped some water to his mouth with a shaking hand, the cool liquid helping to revive him a little. Remembering his training, he sloshed upstream quickly, looking for a place where he could exit without leaving much of a trail. ‘That should set them back a few moments,’ he thought. He took off running again. He had to be close now.
O’Neill came over the top of a rise. In the distance he could see the top of the gate was showing on the horizon. He could see men running towards him. ‘
the ground again, staggering up, and moving on. Running. ‘Make it to the gate. Make it home!’
Jack felt the footsteps rushing behind him. He heard the unmistakable sound of staff weapons being charged. The
Four of the opposing
Jack O’Neill reached for the blade in his back. His world dimmed as grasped the protruding handle of the blade, and pulled it out. The world around him faded, but he concentrated his vision on the
“NEVER!” Colonel Jack O’Neill roared. It took every iota of strength he had, but Jack forced his way off his knees to full height. He took a painful breath. His pants were wet with blood all the way down, now. He could feel dampness in his boot. With one last burst of strength he charged towards the
As the world faded around Jack, he began to fall. He felt Teal’c’s arms catch him. “I have you, O’Neill,” he heard. Jack muttered. “Got to make it to the gate. Home.”
“Indeed.” Colonel O’Neill,” Teal’c exclaimed. “You have made it.”
Jack was barely aware of the big
Jack struggled to stay conscious through the wormhole, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar wall of the gateroom, and Teal’c placed him on a stretcher. As he looked into the familiar but worried face of Doctor Janet Frasier, a faint smile crossed his lips. As Jack O’Neill faded into unconsciousness, he stared at the face of Janet Frasier, and murmured one word. “Home.”