A New View - Chapter 6

Disclaimer in part 1

Colonel O’Neil trailed Garshaw and the two Tok'ra guards following her as they conducted a search for Cordesh. Garshaw abruptly stopped at one of the collapsing tunnels and the guards take aim at Cordesh as he stood dangerously close to the edge of the dissolving tunnel, staring into the glowing blue light from the tunnel.

Colonel O’Neil stepped up beside Garshaw as she shouted, “Cordesh!”

Cordesh turned his face away from the collapsing tunnel and stared desolately at the group. 

“You must come with me and face questioning.” Garshaw ordered, gripping her hands together.

“I'm not what I appear to be.  Cordesh is no longer.  I couldn't stop him.” Cordesh implored, his face crumpled in remorse. “I'm as guilty as he was!”

Garshaw’s voice remained steady and firm as she continued, “You must leave the tunnel and explain yourself, Cordesh.”

“I don't deserve to remain among the Tok'ra.” Cordesh replied pitifully, shaking his head before letting loose a scream as the vanishing tunnel consumed him.  

Garshaw is horrified and the Tok’ra guards look away in horror as Cordesh disappeared.

Colonel O’Neil winced. “Ouch.”
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Five steps to the vending machine. Turn around. Ten steps to the chairs situated by the medical doors that barred his access. General Hammond continued his repetitive pace, hands clasped tightly behind his back, gaze alternating from the doors where his friend had disappeared into and the overhead clock.

 

It had already been over an hour since Jacob had been whisked away, over an hour that George had had no word about his condition. Though he looked calm and steady, inside he was ready to tear, figuratively of course, his hair out of his head.

 

George huffed in irritation and walked briskly over to the nurse’s station. “Excuse me, Mam, but would it be possible to use that telephone?” He pointed to the crème-colored rotary phone sitting on top of the counter.

 

The nurse shook her head and gestured toward the phone. George picked up the phone and turned his back on the nurse in order to gain some privacy. He dialed the number to the booth located at the entrance to Cheyenne Mountain. He identified himself and gave the proper codes, then waited to be patched to a secure line before requesting to speak to Sgt. Siler still in the control room.

 

“General, sir.” Siler’s calm voice answered him shortly after.

 

“Yes, Sgt. has SG-1 or SG-3 returned yet?” General Hammond asked quickly.

 

“Ah no not yet sir, but-“

 

“Then I want you to pass down my order to immediately assemble SG-2, 6, and 8 to be geared up and ready to go by the time I get back. I have no choice but to assume that something has happened to SG-1 and 3.” General Hammond cut off Siler’s reply.

 

“But sir…”

 

“What is it son?” General Hammond barked quietly.

 

“It’s Captain Carter, sir. She returned through the Stargate a short while ago, alone, and said that the rest of SG-1 and 3 would be following her shortly. She then left, sir, heading down to join you at the hospital, sir.” Siler reported.

 

General Hammond’s shoulders slumped and he rubbed his face with his hand tiredly. “Thank God. In that case, disregard that order I gave.”

 

“Yes sir.” Hammond replaced the receiver and closed his eyes in relief at the thought that maybe his friend wouldn’t have to go through this alone without at least one of his children by his side.

 

With that thought still lingering in his mind, he glanced over at the closed doors and another thought occurred sorrowfully.

 

He just hoped it wouldn’t be too late, for either his friend or the captain.

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 In the midst of the chaos that was going around in the Tok’ra tunnels, Colonel O’Neil, Teal'c, Garshaw, and Daniel stood gathered around one of the pools, contemplating what had just happened.

 

“Cordesh must be guilty of something or he'd not have allowed himself to be buried.” Garshaw mused to herself, her forehead crinkling into a thoughtful frown.

 

“What, he had a choice?” Colonel O’Neil lightly tossed in sarcastically. He rolled his eyes at Daniel’s warning glare.

 

Garshaw snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Colonel O’Neil, bowing her head. “I must thank you. You may have saved the Tok'ra a great many losses.” She thanked him.

 

“You're welcome.” Colonel O’Neil replied, adding a small smile.

 

 “But, you still have nothing to offer us.” Garshaw added firmly, clasping her hands together.

 

Colonel O’Neil did a double-take and asked, “What?”

 

Daniel piped up. “Well, actually, I think we do.”

 

Teal’c turned to his friend and comrade, raising an eyebrow. “Do we?”

 

Daniel hesitated before explaining, “Well, the one thing you need the most we can provide.  Hosts.”

“Daniel.” Colonel O’Neil started warningly.

 

 “Well, think about it.  I mean, Sam was entirely sure that her dad would’ve gone for it and since she sort of has the inside track to the Tok’ra because of Jolinar, I’m inclined to trust what she says. If that’s true, then there must be other people on earth in similar situations, who, if the situation was fully explained to them would, as Sam’s dad would’ve, at least be open to the suggestion.” Daniel rushed on.

 

Colonel O’Neil stopped to think about the idea. It sounded like an idea, not exactly a good one in his mind, but still it was an idea. The Tok’ra would be a valuable source of Intel against the Goa’uld and perhaps a friend out there in the galaxy that earth could turn to for help. Though he mentally shuddered at the idea of a ‘blending’ as the Tok’ra called it, he didn’t speak for the entire population of earth and as Daniel said, there might be people out there that would be agreeable to such a thing.

 

He turned to Garshaw. “It's worth exploring.”

 

Garshaw assessed the faces of these Tau’ri who had changed their perception in such a short amount of time. To her and to probably many other Tok’ra, the idea of having ‘allies’, though primitive, was radically different. But perhaps, it was time for a change and for the better, as Yosuf pointed out internally; the Tok’ra need no longer feel as if they were alone in the fight against the Goa’uld.

 
Garshaw steadied her shoulders and took a deep breath. “It is.” She agrees, knowing that the coming times were going to be drastically different than it had been the past few centuries.

 

She was rewarded with a smile from both Colonel O’Neil and Dr. Jackson and a nod from the Jaffa, Teal’c. Colonel O’Neil gestured to the doorway and Garshaw led the Tok’ra’s new-found allies out the door and into the ensuing rush outside.

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General Hammond had given up on his pacing and sat, slumped and dejected in the chair nearest to the door. He kept his gaze fixed on the entrance doors leading from the rest of the hospital to the waiting room of the critical ward where he sat waiting. He was waiting for Captain Carter to come bursting through the doors. Seconds later, a door did open, but it was the door through which Jacob had disappeared behind.

 

The doctor who had been with Jacob stepped wearily out and shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. General Hammond stood up anxiously and looked questioningly at the doctor.

 

The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do for him now, I hope that his family-“

 

“Is here. I’m here. I’m his daughter, where’s my father?” Sam burst through the doors asking frantically as she caught the doctor’s response.

 

The doctor turned to look at Sam apologetically. “He’s in room 220, miss.”

 

Sam rushed past the doctor and the general through the doors leading her to her dying father, jogging quickly as her eyes scanned the room numbers.

 

220.

 

Sam gripped the knob and twisted it quietly, opening the door and looking into the room. Her eyes landed on the pale, still figure of her father.

 

“Dad.” Sam stepped into the room and strode over to her father, the door to room 220 shutting silently behind her. 

 

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