Friday Afternoon in the Universe: An Alias/Stargate SG-1 Crossover

by: Sam Lincoln

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Ruins found off-world land SG-1 in the middle of a secret war on Earth.

Disclaimer: Characters from Alias and Stargate SG-1 are not my intellectual property and are used without permission. No beatings, please

Friday Afternoon in the Universe: Chapter Three

-SGC-

A small convoy of five covered Army trucks lead by a Hummer flying the flag of a brigadier general drove up to the front gate of the Cheyenne Mountain facility. One of the guards walked up to the Hummer. "I'm sorry sir," the guard said to the general sitting in the passenger's seat. "but this is a restricted access facility. I'll need to see your orders."

"Certainly private, I have them right here," Sloane said to the soldier before drawing a silenced pistol and shooting the guard between the eyes. Before the guard hit the ground shooters in the trailing vehicles took out the rest of the guards. Sloane hopped out of the Hummer and surveyed the area. "Clean up the bodies," he ordered. "Rear guard, take up positions. Everyone else with me."

"Sir, you can't come in here," a guard protested as Sloane entered the compound.

Sloane shot the man without comment and then turned to the mercenary standing behind him. "Secure this guard room, send patrols to every floor above the objective and seal them off, we don't want anyone trying to play hero." Sloane glanced at his watch. "I'm happy to report that we are ahead of schedule." He told Derevko and Mayborne who had just entered the guard station.

Mayborne glanced down at the body of the dead guard. "Are you sure this is really necessary?"

"You mean the killing?" Sloane asked. "Sadly yes, it's the quickest way to secure the perimeter. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet Colonel Mayborne."

Mayborne shook his head, "No of course not. I'm just trying to keep young men like alive."

"And you are Colonel, this is just an unfortunate cost of progress."

"You don't have to lecture me Sloane," Mayborne snapped. "Let's get this over with."

"Certainly, Strike team, move into position," Sloane ordered. He motioned for Derevko to wait as Mayborne followed the Strike team into the SGC. "Keep an eye on Mayborne," he instructed Derevko.

"You don't trust him?"

"Irina, I don't trust anyone. No I think Colonel Mayborne might not have the stomach for the job. If he gets to be too much trouble while I'm gone..."

"I'll take care of it," Derevko promised.

Vaughn stood in a corner of the Stargate command center watching the bustle of technicians around him. General Hammond entered the command room and saw Vaughn standing there.

"Have you been here the whole time they've been gone?" Hammond asked the CIA agent.

"I did leave to use the bathroom," Vaughn said. "I just can't leave while she...they are out there."

Hammond smiled, "I know what you mean; we've got a lot of good people a long way from home."

"Have you ever gone through?" Vaughn asked.

"A few times," Hammond admitted. "But that's not my job. I have to make sure that my people have everything they need to succeed, you don't do that by gallivanting across the galaxy."

"But you'd rather be out there."

"You're damn straight I would. Out there you're too busy to realize all the ways things could go wrong. In here all I've got is paperwork." Hammond fell silent. "Why don't you come down to my office. The chairs are more comfortable."

"Thank-you sir, but I should check up on Marshall again. It would be a shame if he activated some trap or something while he was playing with your cool toys."

Hammond chuckled, "Sometimes I think the greatest danger posed to this facility is from over eager engineers." He paused for a moment. "Tell you what. After you check up on your man stop by my office. We can have a drink and I can bore you with stories about my grandkids. SG-1 will be back in no time."

Vaughn smiled, "I appreciate the offer General."

"It's not an offer son, it's an order," Hammond corrected the younger man.

Before Vaughn had a chance to reply the door to the command center burst open and men dressed in black commando gear ran into the room. The commandos overpowered the guards without a shot being fired.

"What is the meaning of this?" Hammond demanded as he stared down the barrel of an MP-5.

"It means the SGC is temporarily under a new command," Sloane said as he entered the command center, "Mine."

"Who the hell are you?" Hammond roared.

"Temper temper general," Sloane cautioned. "We need cool heads at the helm if we want to get through this difficult time without any unnecessary bloodshed."

"That's Arvin Sloane general, the man we told you about earlier," Vaughn informed Hammond.

"You mean the terrorist?"

"Terrorist is such a harsh word," Sloane said. "I prefer visionary."

"This is too bold, even for you Sloane," Vaughn said. "There's no way you'll be able to escape."

"You mean the strike team from SAC?" Sloane asked. "I'm quite familiar with the security measures in place."

"Don't look so shocked General Hammond," Mayborne said as he entered the room. "Or had you forgotten about me?"

"Mayborne," Hammond growled. "I should have known you'd be involved in this."

"The colonel graciously donated his expertise regarding the Stargate. This is a remarkable facility General, you should be proud."

"What do you want Mr. Sloane?" Hammond demanded.

"All I ask for is passage through that wondrous ring of yours to the planet with the Rambaldi temple. Failure to comply will result in the deaths of everyone in this facility and all your teams off-world." Sloane paused. "Not that it really matters what you think. I have control of this base and even now my men are rigging explosives to the direct lines to SAC. If anyone trips the panic button we all blow up."

"You won't get away with this!" Vaughn shouted.

"At the risk of sounding like a cliché, I believe I already have," Sloane said to Vaughn. "Take them away," he instructed one of the mercenaries. "And be sure to keep these two apart from the other prisoners. Don't worry General, once we get what we came for we'll be out of your hair."

Mayborne watched as the members of the SGC were lead out of the command center. "Five minutes ahead of schedule, impressive."

"I was hoping for ten," Sloane said dismissively. "Sark, get the team assembled in the gate room." He said into his radio. "Are you sure you can operate this?" He asked Mayborne.

"Would you rather I do it or one of Hammond's people who'd happily dial you a dead world?" Mayborne replied.

Sloane removed his uniform tunic. "And how do I know you won't do the same thing?"

"Because I don't want your pet KGB agent shooting me in the head."

"I'm glad we understand each other," Sloane said as he pulled on a black bullet proof vest. "Now get started we leave in ten minutes."

-PX 1121-

"This is remarkable," Daniel said as he examined the walls of the temple. "These inscriptions have been translated into Italian, Sixteenth Century Italian to be precise."

"That's great Dan9iel, how?" O'Neil asked the archaeologist.

"Well, I...haven't the foggiest idea," Daniel admitted. "But you say it happened after Agent Bristow entered the temple?"

"That's right, she walked through the front door and shazam!" O'Neil said.

"There must be something about Agent Bristow that activated a translation mechanism built into the temple," Carter theorized. "I bet if we examined these walls more closely we'd find out that they weren't rock at all, but a highly sophisticated display system."

O'Neil turned to face Sydney, "How about it Agent Bristow; care to add anything to the discussion?"

"There was a Rambaldi text that might have mentioned me," Sydney admitted.

"What?" O'Neil asked in disbelief.

"It wasn't so much me as it was a person with an RNA marker I happen to have."

"Now that's just impossible," Carter protested. "We didn't even know RNA existed until centuries later."

"But if Rambaldi was an alien he probably did," Daniel pointed out.

"So the temple scans everyone who enters and if they have the right RNA marker it unscrambles the writing on the walls," Carter mused.

"Compared to some of the stuff we've seen this seems pretty normal," O'Neil quipped. "So where are we on the translation?"

"Not very, it might be Italian, but the writing still doesn't make sense," Daniel reported.

"What do you mean?" Carter asked.

"It's like it was written in code, which it probably was. Renaissance figures liked to use ciphers in their writings."

"Can we crack the code?"

Daniel nodded, "Sure, given enough time, but unless I miss my guess we won't have to. Will we Agent Bristow?"

Sydney nodded, "We have a primer for decoding Rambaldi. Marshall could probably do it in a couple of hours."

"How long would it take to get the primer to the SGC?" O'Neil asked.

"Marshall is the primer," Sydney replied. "He has a photographic memory."

"Unfortunate trait for a spook," O'Neil commented.

"We don't let him out much," Sydney said.

"You can hardly tell," Daniel quipped.

"Ok, photograph everything." O'Neil ordered. "We'll take it home and decrypt it there."

"Colonel O'Neil," Teal'c said over the radio. The jaffa was standing watch over the Stargate.

"Go ahead Teal'c," O'Neil replied.

"Someone is coming through the Stargate."

O'Neil looked around the room. "Are we expecting anyone?" The others shook their heads. "Copy that Teal'c, find a place to hid and keep me advised. O'Neil out."

"Trouble sir?" Carter asked.

"Let's hope not Major," O'Neil said. "But just in case, Daniel round up the science team and move them somewhere safe. Agent Bristow, stand watch over the main gate. Carter, you're with me. We're going to rig some C4, just in case. Let's move people!"

"Colonel O'Neil, a large force of humans have arrived through the gate," Teal'c announced.

"Are they from the SGC?" O'Neil asked

"Negative Colonel, they have no insignia on their uniforms," Teal'c reported. "Should I engage them?"

"Negative Teal'c, go off the air and stay hidden," O'Neil ordered.

"Acknowledged," Teal'c replied.

"Ok, we definitely have a problem," O'Neil said to no one in particular. "Daniel, how's the evacuation going?"

"They're clear of the temple and heading for the hills," Daniel said over the radio.

"And you didn't say we because you're staying here," O'Neil commented.

"Somebody had to cover their tracks," Daniel pointed out.

"Then get back here double time," O'Neil ordered. "Agent Bristow, any sign of our guests?"

"Not yet," Sydney replied. She had found herself a perch on the parapets above the main gate that gave her a commanding view of the surrounding terrain.

"Well when you do hold your fire until we know if they're hostiles."

Sydney tightened her grip on her M-4, "Copy."

"Are done here?" O'Neil asked Carter.

"Just finishing the last one," Carter replied. She tossed O'Neil a detonator. "Just pull the trigger and it all goes boom."

"I guess I shouldn't drop it then," O'Neil quipped as he put the detonator into his pocket.

The two officers walked out into the main courtyard where they found Daniel waiting for them. "The survey team's away, but if these guys aren't friendly and halfway competent..."

"Yeah, I know the survey team is toast," O'Neil said. "Any sign of them Agent Bristow?"

"Affirmative, they're just coming into view. Looks like a platoon strength unit," Sydney said as she looked through a pair of binoculars. A chill ran through her when her gaze settled on Arvin Sloane. "They're hostile, repeat, they're hostile!" Sydney shouted into her radio. She dropped the binoculars and raised her M-4.

"Attention SG-1," Sloane said over a megaphone. "Come out of the temple with your hands up. We are in control of the SGC. If you resist I will order them all killed. You have one minute to comply."

"Agent Bristow, who is this joker?" O'Neil asked.

"His name is Arvin Sloane, and he is more than willing to make good on his threat," Sydney told the group.

"How do we know if he actually has the SGC held hostage?" Daniel asked. "No wait, he's here, he must be telling the truth."

"Agent Bristow, stand down," O'Neil said. "We don't have any other choice," he said to Carter.

"Time's up!" Sloane said.

"We're coming out!" O'Neil shouted.

Dejectedly the members of SG-1 walked out of the temple. They were met by Sloane's commandos who bound their hands and removed all their weapons.

"Ah Sydney, how good to see you again," Sloane said.

"You're not leaving this planet alive," Sydney growled.

"And if you're not careful neither will you my dear," Sloane cautioned Sydney. He turned his attention to Colonel O'Neil. "Hello Colonel, it's been a while hasn't it?"

"Do I know you?" O'Neil asked in confusion.

"We met once. In Korea during the early eighties. You were the junior officer of an Air Force Special Ops teams. I was the Agency handler of your mission."

"So you're the guy. You sent us fifteen miles away from our objective and right into the middle of a North Korean armor division! It was only sheer luck that got us out of that mess."

"Yes, that was before I left the CIA and began my pursuit of Rambaldi full-time. There were reports of a Rambaldi artifact in North Korea and I needed someone to investigate. Your team was the closet asset."

"You son-of-a-bitch! Good men died on that mission," O'Neil fumed.

Sloane shrugged, "Casualties are always to be expected on any mission; but you impressed me Colonel. If it wasn't for your actions the entire team would have been neutralized. I knew you'd go far." Sloane chuckled, "I just never realized how far." He turned his attention back to the group. "Don't worry, I'm not here for your people. I just want to examine the temple for a while and then I'll be on my way."

"How did you find out about this?" Sydney asked Sloane.

"You'll find out when you go home so there's no harm in me telling you now. An old friend of Colonel O'Neil brought me the information on both the temple and the Stargate."

"Mayborne," O'Neil growled.

"Very good Colonel O'Neil. Yes, Colonel Mayborne was more than happy to assist Irina and I in this operation."

"I don't mean to sound like a cliché, but there's no way you're going to pull this off," Daniel said.

"As I told Agent Vaughn back on earth, I already have," Sloane told Daniel. "Secure them inside the temple." He ordered.

-to be continued-