Disclaimer: I do not own the Stargate universe and its characters. It all belongs to MGM and Sci-Fi channel.

AU premise: Sam never went back to Earth in season 5. She returned for Baal's extraction ceremony, as well as General Hammond's funeral, but remained in command of Atlantis. The superhive never picked up the message containing Earth's location in "Enemy at the Gate", and thus that episode never happened. This story begins approximately two months after EATG should have happened, during Christmas. Established John/Sam relationship.

A/N: Thanks a bunch to lone-ranger1 for beta reading and helpful feedback. I really appreciate it!

SOME CORNER OF A FOREIGN FIELD

By neela

Inspired by “The Soldier” by Rupert Brooke and Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.

ONE | “If I should die…”

Prompt: A time to die
Music: Beethoven, Symphony no. 7 in A Major, Op. 92, 2nd movement: Allegretto

DAY 1

”Hey, you’re talking to a man who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom and chuckled at catastrophe!” General O’Neill’s grin on the monitor was familiar and Sam could not help but snort despite the tears gathered in her eyes. Only he would quote Wizard of Oz at the most heartbreaking moment of their time.

“Sir…” she said, her voice taking on a sad note. The weathered, grey-haired General’s eyes softened and Sam suddenly felt like she was exposed and falling. She was consciously aware of everyone around her following their conversation on the monitors, of the swirling sound of the open wormhole, and of the strong, warm presence just a few feet behind her.

“I know, Carter, I know.” The General’s voice became mute and resigned. Sam’s smile fell as the tears started falling. Her hands fisted and she was sorely tempted to reach back to that comforting presence, to grasp his hand tightly, but she could not. Not now. She had to be strong. All eyes were on her now: the one who would be in command once the connection closed.

The General’s eyes glinted a bit as he reacted to whatever he saw from his side of the monitor. “Now wait just a minute, people! No shedding tears, you hear?” He gave his best commanding tone, and Sam immediately wiped her tears off. She noticed several others were sniffing in the background.

“Yes, sir.”

Again, his eyes softened and he seemed to seek her personally, lowering his voice just a little. “Don’t worry, Carter. You’ll be fine. You’ve got the best, and some of the worst, Earth had to offer.” He paused, most likely thinking about the particular people he was relating to, who luckily happened to be far away from the gate room at the moment. “Try not to strangle ‘em,” he added.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, managing another smile. The General smiled at her.

“That’s what you keep, Carter. Don’t stop smiling. That’s an order.”

“Sir—“

“Sam…” He looked at her fondly and Sam met his gaze, even if she was acutely aware of the other people in the gate room, especially the one standing behind her. She knew what moment was coming. They were both trying to portray all their feelings and thoughts across the screen and the millions of light-years that separated them. She felt nauseated.

“Jack…” Sam’s voice was tinged with pain, and her throat constricted. Even now, after almost thirteen years of service and standing on the brink of the abyss, they found the words difficult to say. Sam’s hands clenched and the General simply stared at her with that something in his features. The something she still found herself responding to, even if that train had passed.

Their gaze was broken by klaxons going off in the background. Startled, Sam and the rest of the gate room realised quickly it was not coming from their end, which meant…

The General’s face was drawn and even though he smiled, he was sad. “Looks like this is it, Carter.”

Sam’s tears welled up once more, and despite her promise, she could not keep them from falling. The presence behind her stepped close enough to touch, and even if they were not holding hands, Sam felt his warmth and silent strength. She could not look at him, however, and instead directed her eyes elsewhere and saw people were reacting to the news, all in their own different ways. Some cried, some were solemn, some stood on their own, and some clutched their neighbours. Yet everyone was as resigned as the people on the other end of the connection.

Behind General O’Neill, Walter Harriman and a few other SGC technicians were sitting by the gate controls, typing away at the computer systems Sam had once built from scratch. They were quiet, resigned, staring at one another before moving to their stations. All of them were prepared for what was to come.

General Landry stepped up to O’Neill and gave an acknowledging nod to Sam through the monitor. O’Neill gazed at the people on his end and then turned back to Sam, his shoulders square and his back straight.

“Take care, Colonel, all of you: You’re the last of us.” He looked at every one of them, then added with a light tone, “Oh, and tell Daniel I’ll know if he works through the night again. I’ll come haunt him this time.”

The last attempt at humour raised a bittersweet smile on Sam’s lips, and several of the other people gathered in the gate room snorted, including the man almost holding her hand. Sam raised her chin in response, straightening her back, “We will, sir.”

O’Neill cleared his throat and Sam almost imagined tears gathering in his eyes, but Major General Jack O’Neill would never look like he had anything but calm control, if not a little confusion. “Well then… From all of us, to all of you: A very Merry Christmas.”

“The same to you, sirs, from all of us.” Sam’s throat was thick as she raised her hand in a perfect salute, seeing from the corner of her eye that the other military personnel did the same.

On the monitor, the two Generals and the remaining SGC personnel saluted in turn and smiled, and then the screen went black. Milliseconds later, the wormhole whooshed closed.

No one said a word as silence fell over the gate room. Sam felt like she was tethering on the edge, hands fisting. She fought back her tears, straightening her back. Looking around, she saw both people she had served with for years and newcomers to the base holding their own, some crying openly, some just waiting.

Sam found the gate technician’s eyes and ordered firmly, “Chuck, dial the gate.”

The Canadian snapped into action with only a second’s hesitation.

As the gate began to dial, the people who had gathered in the control room shuffled slowly to the balconies overlooking the gate. Sam found herself standing next to John and Rodney, and sought her second in command’s eyes just as the seventh chevron locked.

While Chuck punched the final coordinate, John met her gaze silently and Sam suddenly wished she were somewhere else. Somewhere where the mantle of command belonged to someone else and she could be simply Sam, and he…

“Eight chevron will not lock.”

Sam’s burning eyes closed and she reached out for something to hold on to. His hand was there, clutching hers as strongly as she did his. I’m here. I’m not gone.

“Are—Are you sure you got it right?” Rodney’s voice broke through the tense silence. “I—I mean, did you punch the right chevron?”

“Rodney…” John’s voice was just beside her. Sam opened her eyes, seeing how her fellow scientist’s wide eyes flickered from person to person, all of them staring at him with varying degrees of hope and defeat in their features.

“I’m serious! What if there’s a malfunction in the dialling sequence, or there’s power fluctuations messing with the gate’s distributions nodes, disrupting the connection to the final chevron, or—”

“Rodney,” said Sam pointedly, shutting him up momentarily. He stared at her, mouth open, a tablet in his hands. She swallowed. “There’s no malfunction.”

“There’s got to be something, something we haven’t tried—“

“McKay, let it go!” John seemed to finally reach through to the Canadian scientist, halting him completely with a forlorn look on his face. Sam stared pointedly at the gate as John lowered his voice, which sounded oddly detached, and said, “They’re gone.”

Slowly, everyone looked at each other, coming to the same realisation.

No more evacuations. No more twisting brains together in search of an answer. No more supply runs. This was it. According to General O’Neill, every last resort had been tried and failed. There was simply nothing more they could do. This was it.

Earth was gone, and they were on their own, stranded on the only base that bore traces of their home world. Atlantis was now the final hope for survival for the Fifth Race.

Sam met John’s eyes and saw all her fears mirrored there.

What now?

After a painstakingly long moment, Sam withdrew from John’s gaze and subsequently let go of his hand. She turned to face Zelenka, who stood next to the Lantean monitors with a lost look on his face, his glasses forgotten in his hands. “Radek. What’s the status on the hive ships?”

The Czech scientist stared at her incomprehensively for a moment before Rodney jolted him out of his stupor. Jump-started into activity and brain function, Zelenka pushed several buttons and the monitors woke to life with the picture Sam had memorised for the past week. Five hive ships, one of which was reported powered by a ZPM.

“Ehrm,” he stuttered, half-wringing his hands. “They’ll be here in less than a week.”

Sam closed her eyes. The evacuation could not have come at a worse time.

A/N: So here it is. My first attempt at Stargate fan fiction and sci-fi in general. Don't know quite how it will turn out yet, but I've got a lot of prompts I want to turn into chapters. There will be angst, romance, action, hopefully a bit of humour, and of course an important message (which I will reveal at a later time)! The chapters will also vary in size, so expect some to be larger or smaller than others. Consider it a bit like a series of moments, where you have to fill in a bit of what happens in-between, as I won't write a strictly chronological story that follows day-by-day. There will be leaps of time between chapters.

Be warned, and if you like it/don't like it, please let me know. I appreciate any constructive criticism, whether it's regarding my language, characterisation, plot or something else. For example, if you really, really, REALLY want me to flesh out a chapter a bit more, I'll seriously consider it. However, if it goes against my intent with the particular chapter, I probably won't do it. But hey, anything can happen! :)

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