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Colonel John Sheppard sat rather stiffly in the chair across from Kate Highmeyer. Kate never thought her job was going to be an easy one. Not with the secrets she was forced to keep, secrets that could in fact change peoples views on life in the universe as they knew it.
Life on other planets was strange concept to most people, the existence of alien life or alternate realities was something out of science fiction for most. Knowing some people carried the DNA pf actual aliens? That a mythic city was real and in another galaxy? That even Time Travel was something that could happen? Unthinkable! Yet, it was all true. The proof of point? Well, one of them was sitting in front of her right now.
"Colonel, do you know why you are here?" Kate asked him. The colonel shrugged, "You're silence is not helping you. In fact it will stop me from signing off on your work release. That will keep you from any missions for the foreseeable future." Kate didn't like using that sort of black mail but over the years she found it to be the most useful threat when dealing with members of the SGC.
"I'm fine," the man said in a flat monotone voice.
Kate shook her head, a lock of her blonde hair fell over her shoulder. "We both know that's not true. You wouldn't be if something like what happened left people fine, Colonel."
Sheppard shifted in the chair.
"Okay, tell me about the nightmares," Kate cut off the man before he could protest, with, "I know you have them. It's simple fact that's been report that you wander the halls at all hours of the night. Tell me."
Sheppard glared at her, before sighing in defeat, "I dream of a planet... Sometimes different ones. Sometimes it's even here on Earth. McKay," He takes a breath, "McKay is with a team...sometimes I'm there...most of the time it's like I'm just a watcher I can't-can't- "
McKay paused in studying the alien device it was Ancient, she thought but look more like that the Goa'uld had backward engineered for their use. There was a tug at her shirt tale, she looked down to see a small native holding out a cup, she took it and saw it was water. Which had been confirmed by the team that had come to this planet before hers that it was safe to drink. McKay smiled at the native in thanks and took a long drink from the cup.
"Sometimes I can clearing see what's happening. At others...just sounds of weapon fire and screams..." Sheppard whispered.
The sound of a Goa'uld staff weapon firing cut through what had been a pleasant afternoon on this sleepy little planet. Frowning she blinked down at he cup still in her hand. The native that had given it to her long gone. She tried to take a step dizziness hit her sharply. She stumbled, dropping the cup, hitting the side of an old consul, she grabbed onto it to keep from falling.
"Sometimes its the Wrath or Genii or just the natives of whatever planet...once it was our own military..."
McKay really wished Sheppard had come on this mission. At least she would have had someone guarding her back. She hated going on missions with other teams...shit like this happened. But Sheppard had been roped into attending a meeting with O'Neill and the President of the Untied States. General Melbourne was making noises about being in charge of the SGC.
McKay's eyes grew heavy. She could hear the screams of the villagers. McKay pushed away from the consul stumbled over her own feet and hit the ground hard. Blinking in surprise wondering why she couldn't control her own body... A pair of gold colored boots stepped into her line of vision, looking up she saw a Jaffa wearing clothing that was a mixture of Egyptian and Hindu Indian influences. Before McKay could do anything the Jaffa brought the staff weapon down hitting McKay on her temple knocking her out.
"McKay gets taken."