Title: Against All Odds

Author: Sarge

E-Mail: Shalimarfox2@aol.com

Rating: PG-13

Content Warning: A little bit of gruesomeness.

Summary: Sent on a mission to save a research team, SG-1 is trapped off world with no way to make it home alive.

Disclaimer: They're not mine. (Dangit!!)

Author's Notes: Ok, this story is kinda lame, but I hope you like it anyway. I want to dedicate it to my one and only muse, Shauna. Thanks for being there when I needed you the most! You are a true friend.

  "So Sir, you're saying that the research outpost on P8T-145 hasn't reported in for a week?" Jack asked as he leaned forward in his chair and rested his arms on the debriefing room table.

   "Yes Colonel, that's what I'm saying. They were supposed to report in every other day to tell us of their progress, but we haven't been in contact with them in a week. That's why I'm sending SG-1 and SG-6 to go check it out," the general replied.

   "Sir, hasn't the research team been on P8T-145 for at least three weeks?" Sam asked with a questioning look.

   "Yes, and that's why I'm really worried. They had been on that world for two and a half weeks without any trouble at all and now, all of a sudden, they go missing. It just doesn't sit right with me. So, I want you all geared up and ready to move out in fifteen minutes," General Hammond declared. "Dismissed."

   SG-1 stood up and walked out of the debriefing room. Fifteen minutes later, they were down in the gateroom with SG-6 waiting for the all clear to go through the gate.

   Jack looked at each member of the new SG-6. A few months earlier, the original members of the team had been killed on a routine mission where they ended up running into a platoon of Jaffa who didn't hesitate to kill them all. Two weeks after they had been killed, General Hammond had assigned four all new people to the team. There was the leader of the group, Lieutenant Colonel Gideon Jones, his 2IC Captain Blake McCormick, then First Lieutenant Astrid Fox, and Second Lieutenant Jesse Hertz. All of them had been on duty for several months and were doing quite well in the field. They were doing well enough that many of the SGC personnel were saying that if SG-1 didn't watch what they were doing, SG-6 might take over their role as the best SG team and the general's favorite.

   Just then, General Hammond's voice came over the intercom, saying, "SG-1 and 6, you have a go. Bring that research team home safe and sound."

   Jack gave a quick salute to the general before they all walked through the gate. Upon arriving on the other side, both teams were greeted by another seemingly docile planet.

   "So, what's our plan, Colonel?" Lieutenant Colonel Jones asked as he stood beside Jack.

   "Our plan is to go to the outpost and find out what the hell is going on," Jack replied before a walked over to Sam. "So Carter, what direction?"

   "The outpost is about nine miles northeast of here, Sir," she answered pointing in the direction they needed to go.

   "Nine miles? Well, there's the reason they haven't been reporting in. Who would actually want to walk nine miles every other day just to tell the general that everything is fine and then walked back another nine miles?" Jack stated.

   Sam just smiled and then shook her head.

   "Well, we walk several miles a day when we're on missions, Sir. Why would this be any different?" Lieutenant Hertz asked with a confused look on his face.

   Jack sent a glare his was before answering. "Because Lieutenant, we don't have to walk the same miles over and over again. These guys have to walk the same nine miles every other day. It gets a little boring after a while."

   "Eighteen," Lieutenant Fox suddenly said.

   Jack looked over at her. "Eighteen what?"

   "They have to walk eighteen miles every other day, Sir," she answered as she cast her eyes to the ground.

   Jack seemed confused for a second before nodding his head. "Oh…yeah," he simply said before he turned to Sam. "You better watch her, Carter. She really knows her math. We wouldn't want her outsmarting you, now would we?" he quipped with a smile.

   "O'Neill, should we not start walking?" Teal'c suddenly asked. "If the research team is in danger, our swiftness could be the one element that saves their lives."

   "So, what you're saying is…" Jack trailed off.

   "Time is of the essence, Jack," Daniel answered for him.

   "Ah…yes. Than, by all means, let's move out!" Jack declared as he took point, followed by Sam, Daniel, SG-6, and then Teal'c.

   A few hours later, they all arrived at the research outpost. The whole place consisted of three buildings: the main research building, the bunkhouse, and the storage building, but it all seemed deserted.

   "Alright kids, let's fan out," Jack said as they all slit up and started searching the outpost.

   Teal'c and Daniel made their way toward the bunkhouse while SG-6 headed toward the research building. Sam and Jack went the opposite direction to everyone else and headed toward the storage building. Reaching the building, Sam tried the door to find that it was locked. Jack signaled for her to move before he kicked the door open with one swift kick. As soon as it was open, they were both confronted by a horrible smell that almost made their eyes water. They slowly stepped farther into the building to find that one of the windows had been broken and there was shattered glass everywhere.

   Sam watched for a second as Jack walked to the window to check it out before she started walking farther into the back of the building. As her eyes scanned the dim area, she spotted something in the far back behind some large storage crates. Cautiously, she moved towards it and as she got close, she saw a dark colored liquid coming from behind one if the crates. Squatting down, she touched the liquid and pulled her hand back up to see that it was actually blood on her fingers.

    She swallowed hard trying to make the lump in her throat go away. Looking one more time at the blood on her fingers, she moved over so she could get a good look behind the crate. What she saw completely shocked and scared her.

   There was blood, guts, flesh and pieces of human body parts everywhere.

   Stumbling backwards, she suddenly felt something underneath her hand. For a brief moment, she was able to draw her eyes away for the gruesome sight so she could see what she had touched. Looking down, she lifted her hand to see that there was a bloodied round object sitting there. Picking it up, she immediately noticed that is was an eyeball from the poor person who was splattered everywhere else behind the crate.

   Fighting the almost overwhelming urge to throw up, she immediately dropped the eyeball to the ground again, and stumbled even farther back. She kept moving backwards until she knocked over a piece of equipment that made a loud noise and caused Jack to look.

   Jack quickly walked over to see Sam on the ground with a wide-eyed shocked look on her face. Noticing that she was staring at something, he glanced away from her to see what she was looking at. Never in all of his years of serving in the Air Force had he ever seen such a horrific scene.

   Snapping into full military mode, he moved a little closer to see what exactly everything was. After he figured out that it had to be one of the scientists, he stepped back, saying, "Well, I definitely think that this is one of the scientists. At least we know that they weren't just being too lazy by not walking those eighteen miles to and from the Stargate to report to Hammond, ay Carter?" When he didn't get a reply from her, he looked back to see that she was still in the same position she had been when he had walked over. She didn't even look at him. She was still staring at the remains of the scientist.

   Walking over to her, Jack kneeled down in front of her and blocked her view of the remains. "Carter, snap out of it!" he ordered as he shook her shoulders, but upon noticing the tears in her frightened eyes, he cupped her face with his hand and made her look him in the eyes. "Carter…Sam, it's ok. Everything is going to be fine," he said gently as he wiped away a few tears that were trickling down her face.

   "How…how can you say that, Sir? I mean, that guy…he's…he's…" she couldn't finished her sentence. The words juts wouldn't come out.

  "I know, I know," Jack replied softly as he helped to her feet where she stood shakily; staring straight at his chest. Without another thought, he pulled Sam into his arms and just held her.

   "I mean…what could do something like that, Sir?" Sam asked as she laid her head on his shoulder.

   Just as the words were out of her mouth, they suddenly heard gunfire from outside. Pulling out of the embrace, they both looked at each other and then at the door.

   "I think we're about to find out," Jack said with an almost worried look on his face.

   TO BE CONTINUED

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