A/N This is my first attempt at fiction, although I've been thinking about some of the plot elements for awhile. That said and this being fiction, I've taken a couple liberties from a few episodes of SG-1 to tie up a few loose ends. I'm going to try and keep this in first person for one of the characters. I realize that I'm only borrowing most of the major characters – I'll put them back –eventually. Kyte Randall and Major Andrews are mine.
The first two chapters may be a little long, since I have this bad tendency to really try and set the scene. I also realized that after I wrote the first three chapters I was using song lyrics/song titles. I'll try and keep it up.
Synopsis: What if the Atlantis crew weren't the only humans from Earth in the Pegasus galaxy? How would the crew of Atlantis react, especially if these guests were at cross-purposes
Spoilers/Timeline: Spoilers for SG-1 season 7/8, SGA season1; takes place after "Conversion
Chapter 1: Let Me Introduce Myself
"Tell me again this city exists. We're not really on some sort of cosmic wild goose chase."
"Trust me, Atlantis exists."
So began our good mornings. That morning started out as most mornings had for the past four months, if it had been that long. I don't think either of us were really keeping track of the days now. Life had been reduced to build a fire, boil water, find something, anything to eat, sleep for a few hours, get up, keep moving, keep searching, especially for what was it, two, three months? As I said, time, days, were irrelevant.
And all of this now was my fault. Or at least mostly my fault. I was on the run with another person, a major who might face charges of treason, who gave up a return ticket to Earth to save me.
Earth. I tried not to think about home in San Francisco, watching the fog roll in, listening to the Muni clatter by. That was another lifetime ago. I had been walking home from the lab one night, about to put the key in the door, when I was grabbed by two men.in black I fought, but I was no match for a syringeful of drugs. The next few days were a blur, I remember lots of needles, being strapped to a bed, just a general haze, like floating in a swimming pool, everything surreal. When I fully came to, I realized I was not on Earth, not even in my own galaxy. I had been kidnapped for the sake of some genetic sequence I possessed, a thought that still seemed absurd today, but that I slowly learned was quite sane. These were men serious enough to break laws to find some Ancient technology, serious to defy a government/ military entity known as Stargate Command, serious enough to bribe or kill anyone who stood in their path. They weren't happy with an agreement after the discovery of some Ancient outpost and its technology in Antarctica. And this Ancient technology was something that they thought I could lead them to, or at least access. That and I had the unfortunate luck of being someone easy to "recruit." Apparently, everyone else with this rare gene was either in the employ of the SGC, or under their watch. So I, Dr. Kyte Randall, was here in the Pegasus galaxy, like it or not.
We spent weeks looking for this Ancient technology. What little we did find, was columns of texts. I was usually told to touch stuff, pick it up. Nothing would happen, Dr. Lowell, the scientist in charge would rant, and one of the other scientists would make some excuse about the next time, like a gambler sure the next hand would be the next big score. Until that fateful day.
I awoke to Dr. Lowell arguing with Major Andrews, one of the marines usually assigned to guarding me. Dr. Lowell had made it known, very clearly, that any escape attempts would be dealt with. Harshly. I figures as much as they needed me, I made him and his colleagues nervous about what might actually happen if they found something.
"The girl's useless. Whoever thought she had the knowledge of the Ancients with that extended sequence was crazy."
"Maybe we just need more time? We haven't fully explored – how could we, with the time we've been given."
"Time is what we don't have now. With luck, we'll be able to make our pre-arranged meeting. If the Committee approves, maybe we'll get more time, but we also run the risk of meeting someone from Earth, or having one the local yokels report us to them. Do you want to spend time in a maximum security federal prison. Court martials for you and your men would be the least of your worries. Hammond and O'Neill would consider this treason. Getting back to Earth is not like buying a bus ticket. As I said, the girl is useless, one way or another. There's no way she can return with us, she'd compromise everything. If we had found something, that might be a different story –a cell somewhere where should work with the discoveries. Dispose of her," He spoke this last sentence as if he were talking about taking out the recycling
The next thing I knew, I and my pack were getting dragged into a deep, forested area. Somehow I tried to find the words to plead, the strength to run, but couldn't. I'm a fool, so much for the stories of bravery told in my family, the stubbornness that carried me from that small New York state town to a cross-country scholarship at Stanford, to grad school, to until recently, post-doc work.
"Are you ready to run?" he asked. Pulling me to my feet, a huge hand on my shoulder. Major Andrews was the type of guy you'd nickname "Bear," extremely broad shoulders, hands that dwarfed mine, Scandinavian coloring: blonde hair, blue eyes.
"Yes," I said without hesitation, craning my 5' frame to meet the blue eyes of his 6'5" frame.
"Good. Start. We're getting out of here."
"We…" I started, the stopped as he flashed me a look, as he started running to the gate. I took off after him, legs initially wobbly and protesting, soon easily meeting his stride after several seconds.
He gave a quizzical look. I smiled a quirky grin, followed with a "I'll explain later," look."
As soon as we were through the Gate, the major set about temporarily disabling the DHD, so his (and I guess my) former employers couldn't easily follow.
"Where'd you learn to run like that?" asked the major, slightly surprised that I'd kept up with him during the three mile run to the gate.
"How any girl who wants a new future gets out of a small town. All conference and state champion in the 5000m and 10,000m for 4 years. Colleges take notice. You leave and don't look back." Well, maybe that last part wasn't totally true. I loved my family and most of them understood my decision to leave. My dad especially. "Girlie," he'd say, "Fate has destined you for other things." I don't think to this day he understands what I do in the lab, but he understood I couldn't stay around in this little coal-mining town. Not that the mines were anyplace for a woman, or for that matter anyone who wanted a future.
That was maybe two months ago.