#but all in all im proud of it

[nymphthroughthestargate]

Goa'uld Invasion Part Two

part three of Quantum Mirror

a fic by mushroom with help from stick

back on Earth, Nymph padded down Janet's stairs and was greeting by the smell of pancakes.

"whatcha doin?" Nymph asked, mimicking Jack's phrase. Janet smiled and tilted the pan to show the flower-shaped breakfast.

"I thought we'd have a fun time with our breakfast this morning. we also have whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and I cut up some fruit for some semblance of healthiness." the doctor laughed, then quickly stopped Nymph from poking the very hot pan. "my, you're a curious one! but it'll hurt if you touch this, it's very hot."

Nymph tilted her head at Janet. "then why are the pancakes touching it? won't they get hurt too?"

"no, honey. it's just batter, and we need to cook it so we can eat it! why don't you go play a game with Cassie, and I'll bring the food in when it's ready."

that seemed to satisfy Nymph, who floated into the livingroom where Cassie was waiting with a well-loved copy of CandyLand. as the girls played, Janet noticed an irritation that seemed to be growing in Nymph. her movements became slightly more erratic, her hands darting out slightly faster, the pieces going down slightly harder on the board. She watched her for a few more moments, noticing the frown on the little girls face grow.

"Nymph? Are you alright?" Janet asked. Nymph scrunched up her face.

"I don't know," she said, floating off the floor slightly. Janet noticed a tremble in her.

"Maybe we should try a different game?" Cassie suggested, looking between Nymph and Janet. Nymph shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. a terrible feeling collected as a pit in her stomach. she pulled her hands back into herself and scrunched her face in an attempt to make the feeling go away, but it didn't go away. in fact, it got worse as it grew into the devastating realization that Something Was Wrong.

"Where's mama and daddy?" Nymph asked, a tremble in her voice coming through.

"They had to go through the Stargate, remember? They'll come back, don't worry," Janet tried to reassure her. Nymph started to cry more.

"No, there's something bad. They're not safe, we need to help them!" Nymph cried, floating over to Janet, crying into her shoulder.

Janet held her tight, trying to get the little girl to talk to her.

"Nymph, honey, you have to talk to me in order for me to know what's wrong."

Nymph shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "It's all wrong, it's all wrong!"

"what's all wrong?"

"I hafta go!"

"go where, honey?" Janet brushed Nymph's hair from her face, but nothing was calming the little girl down.

"go to the base! if I go there, I'll find out what's wrong!"

"we can't go to the base right now, and General Hammond would've called if something were wrong."

"no! no no no..." Nymph kept repeating the word, and Janet nodded at her daughter.

"can you get me the phone please, Cassie?"

Cassandra nodded, and jumped up to get the phone from its place on the wall. once she handed to her, Janet dialed the number for Cheyenne Mountain.

"yes, this is Dr. Fraiser, I need to speak with General Hammond immediately."

~ • ~ • ~

Daniel and Sam tiptoed through the corridors, peeking into doors trying to find the best place to put the C4 - or worst place, from the perspective of the goa'uld. one of the large doors opened to a glider bay, which they agreed would be the best place for secondary explosions.

Sam set the timer, and stood up to go to the next room.

"wait!" Daniel grabbed her hand before she was fully standing, nearly knocking her off balance. he spoke in hushed tones. "shouldn't we have a backup plan, in case we get caught or something?"

"that's what the timer is." Sam whispered back, even though there was no one around to hear them. they had walked into another room when the floor lurched again.

"what was that?" Daniel whispered.

"I think we slowed down or stopped," Sam responded in kind. she spotted a window, then had to do a double take.

"is that-" Daniel asked, knowing the answer.

"Saturn." Sam finished. "Bra'tac wasn't exaggerating when he said we'd get to earth in a few hours."

after a quick glance between themselves and the window, they left to meet up with the rest of the group.

~ • ~ • ~

two marines arrived at Janet Fraiser's house - one to stay with Cassie, one to drive Janet and Nymph to Cheyenne Mountain. the doctor managed to peel Nymph from her arms long enough to buckle her into the car, little cow hood skewed and her cheeks puffy and tear-stained. the wailing had stopped when they were in the car, but the crying and shuddering breaths had not. Janet kept a comforting hand on Nymph's knee, but she just seemed to be getting worse.

when they arrived at the base, Nymph took off like a rocket to Hammond's office. not being limited by stairs or gravity, she reached the office long before Janet could catch her.

"General Gramps!" Nymph cried out as she opened the door. Hammond startled, then told her to come in. she floated over to the chair, but didn't quite sit down.

"General Gramps, it was awful!! an awful, awful feeling that won't go away!" she blubbered. "you have to check on mama and daddy right now!"

Hammond sighed sadly. "I'm sorry, little lady. I can't do that - we tried to contact them a couple hours after they left, and the gate wouldn't lock on. I'm sure, wherever they are, they're perfectly fine."

Nymph was about to argue, but Walter Harriman knocked on the door. "sir, NASA is on the phone for you - they said there's two contacts out by Saturn."

"do they have any identification on them yet?" the general asked.

"it's the glue olds!" Nymph announced. Walter and Hammond glanced at each other, unsure what she meant.

"the what?" Hammond asked gently.

"the glue olds that daddy and our team went to stop! they came all the way here!" Nymph grunted in frustration.

"do you mean goa'ulds?" Hammond enunciated the correct word, at which she nodded. "what makes you think it's the goa'uld?"

"the bad feeling." she answered solemnly.

Hammond nodded, trusting her, and picked up the red phone. if those contacts were a goa'uld invasion, they needed to get a counterattack ready.

~ • ~ • ~

"so, Bra'tac," Jack started hesitantly. "what's the plan?"

Bra'tac stopped in front of a door, opened it, and motioned for the rest of them to follow him through. Jack and Teal'c walked with him to a railing while the apprentice stayed outside to stand watch.

"this is the defense shield generator," Bra'tac said, dramatically gesturing to the large glowing engine beneath them. "in order to disable it, we must climb down several levels, into the very belly of the device, and then..."

Bra'tac teetered off, watching as Jack silently took two grenades out of his vest, pulled the pin, and dropped them down the shaft. there was a large explosion, and the glow of the generator fizzled out.

"grenades." Jack stated, miming an explosion. "what now?"

Bra'tac sighed, content. "now, we die gloriously, with honour, in a ball of flames."

Jack blinked at the old man. "I'm sorry, I have to go to Minnesota next week with my kid. dying in a ball of flames isn't exactly on the agenda."

"for Apophis' sake, human!" Bra'tac snapped angrily. "I have been waiting 133 years to die of old age, why do you deny me a death in battle for what I believe in?"

"would you please stop calling me 'human'?" Jack groaned. "I have a name!"

"Master Bra'tac, surely there is a way to escape?" Teal'c asked, knowing they didn't have time for this kind of argument.

Bra'tac sighed. "come with me."

~ • ~ • ~

Sam and Daniel walked towards the rendezvous point they had agreed on, and a pair of jaffa rounded the corner before they could fully hide. staff weapon blasts were coming seemingly from all angles, and before they could take out the jaffa Daniel was struck by one of the blasts. Sam fired the final kill shot, and ran to tend to Daniel's wound.

"leave me," Daniel gasped.

"we don't leave people behind, Daniel. you know that." Sam retorted, tears streaming down her face. Daniel groaned as she tried to move him.

"we're going to blow up in an hour anyway, what does it matter? just go!" he yelled. Sam looked him in the eyes, and he whispered "just go."

Sam wiped the still streaming tears from her face, and she ran out of the corridor. Daniel had glanced around at what he thought would be his last sights when he saw where he was - in the doorway to the sarcophagus room. he crawled into the golden box of life, and watched it close on him.

Sam met up with Jack, Teal'c, and Bra'tac by herself. Jack looked behind her, then met her face.

"Daniel?"

Sam shook her head, tears starting to flow again. "a staff blast. he told me to leave him. I dont know why I listened."

Jack reached over and pulled her into a hug. "because there was nothing you could do for him."

with a nod, Teal'c reminded them that they were running out of time. Jack kept ahold of Sam's hand, and the four of them ran to the glider bay.

"alright, so we go in, and try to-" Jack started, but Bra'tac shushed him, and pulled a shock grenade out of his pocket. Teal'c pried open the door, and the master rolled the grenade into the bay. with a flash of light, all the jaffa in the glider bay were incapacitated, and the team made their way into two of the gliders.

Bra'tac tossed his staff weapon over the edge, and threw something small at Jack.

"put this on, human."

Jack fumbled with the thing thrown at him. he glanced over to see Sam and Teal'c sticking similar devices to their cheeks, and attempted to do the same before climbing behind Bra'tac in the glider. the two gliders sped out of the bay, leaving behind the soon-to-explode Ha'tak vessel.

~ • ~ • ~

the sarcophagus opened, and Daniel opened his eyes to a completely healed wound and regained strength. he clambered out, and checked the timer on the C4 on the console in the same room.

it read one minute, thirty seconds.

Daniel ran to the gate as fast as his still-jelly legs could carry him. when he reached the gate, he realised that they hadn't brought GDOs so it wouldn't be wise to gate directly home. the seconds ticked away in his thoughts as he wracked his brain for an address. finally the address for an ongoing SG-6 mission popping into his head, and he dialed as fast as he could. knowing he only had few precious seconds left, he dove instead of walked through the event horizon.

~ • ~ • ~

Walter Harriman put down the phone, a smile beaming across his face. "NASA reports two fireballs in the night sky! SG-1 did it!"

Hammond pumped his fist in excitement, then looked over at a very concerned Nymph floating next to him. "I'm sure your family got out safely."

almost on cue, the gate dialed an incoming wormhole with an SG-1 iris code. everyone rushed to open the iris and Daniel walked through the event horizon alone. Hammond and Nymph hurried down the stairs to the gateroom.

"Dr. Jackson, what happened up there?" Hammond demanded, grinning in relief.

"Uh, well, the rest of the team is-was still up there, but I went through the gate to P4A-577 and met up with SG-6 to use one of their GDOs." Daniel said quickly, barely processing that Nymph wrapped her arms around him.

Hammond looked up at the window behind him. "Sargent, call NASA and get that shuttle in the air! SG-1 could still be up there!"

"Uh, general, I uh I think they think I'm dead."

"Excuse me?"

"I was-" he looked down, and finally noticed Nymph clinging to him. "um, hurt, and I don't think they saw me use the sarcophagus."

"understood." Hammond nodded.

"are you gonna surprise them when they get home, uncle Danny?" Nymph smiled up at him.

"I think they'd like that," he chuckled.

~ • ~ • ~

the gliders were damaged. their crew, surprisingly, were unharmed, but there was no way they would fly enough to even get to a stable orbit.

"we did it, sir." Sam's voice crackled over the radio.

"yes we did," Jack responded.

"we're in a low orbit, it's only a matter of time before we burn up in the atmosphere-" Sam started to spiral, but Jack interrupted.

"Sam, look up."

she did, and saw Earth below her, glistening in the sunlight. "it's beautiful."

"we saved it." Jack stated.

"we did, Jack."

"it's too bad we won't ever be able to see our kid again." Jack sighed, but saw something at the edge of his field of vision. "then again, maybe not."

the thing at the edge of his vision creeped up until it was in full sight. it was a shuttle!

"Houston, this is Endeavor. yeah, we got 'em."

~ • ~ • ~

SG-1, alongside Bra'tac, walked into the gate room into a cacophony of applause, surrounded by their coworkers, friends, and loved ones. Nymph bounced into her parents' waiting arms, joyful sobbing all around. Hammond guided Bra'tac to the briefing room before the jaffa master left.

"Where's uncle Danny?" Nymph asked innocently. Sam's face fell.

"well, baby, he got hurt and couldn't make it." she tried to explain, tears falling from her face again.

"Oh. well, I got something that will make you feel better!" Nymph exclaimed, and waved into the crowd. the crowd shifted, and a familiar shine of glasses and mop of brown hair zigzagged to the front. Jack and Sam beamed, and Sam handed Nymph to Teal'c so the couple could hug Daniel tight.

"you space monkey," Jack laughed, voice muffled by Daniel's hair.

"so uncle Danny got hurt and couldn't make it back, huh?" Nymph called out in a sarcastic tone. Jack and Sam smirked at each other, both rolling their eyes.

"that's your kid," they said in unison, laughing.

wrapped arm-in-arm, the SG-1 family waltzed into the mess hall for some well-deserved desserts.

"we're definitely taking that vacation," Jack could be heard muttering as they passed in the halls.

part one | part two

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[stargirl230]

thanks for the light

I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Elizabeth Afton bets on losing dogs in FNAF..

[latexjester]

i like to think they had a lot of board games on the tulpar

[amalgamezz]

ALT

[fanaticalthings]

I want an AU where after Jason gets brought back to life, he channels his inner rage and turmoil into the academics instead of murder

Talia has like infinite money and a crap ton of influence, so she can absolutely get Jason the best tutors and can easily get him into the most prestigious schools if Jason wanted to (she doesn't need to do that though because Jason's just smart enough to get into them on his own)

The major he chooses? Med.

Why? Because Bruce dropped out of med school.

Jason practically flies through all the secondary education that he needs to catch up on and is already en route to earning his bachelor's AND his master's.

And it'd be so incredibly funny if the way Bruce and Jason reunite in this AU was purely by coincidence.

Bruce (as Brucie Wayne) offers to show up as a guest lecturer at Hudson University (the school Dick attended but dropped out of so double points for Jason), maybe to talk about future career paths and job positions at WE idk

So as Bruce is just wandering around the campus, he randomly bumps into a student and immediately puts on the Brucie act and is all "Oh my, I'm SO sorry, I'm just a klutz haha" only to stop dead silent when he makes eye contact with a very alive, very grown Jason Todd, who also stops dead in his tracks, mouth agape, staring at Bruce like the world's about to end

And before Bruce can get his thoughts straight, Jason just bolts out of there like his life depends on it, and Bruce is just in shambles for the rest of the day.

It doesn't help that the person giving Bruce the tour is all like "Oh yeah, that's Jason, he's one of the heads on our student council haha, anyways, this way, Mr. Wayne." and Bruce is just stood there bluescreening.

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Alternatively, it'd be kinda funny if this all happened AFTER the events of UTRH where after the final encounter with Bruce and Joker and the whole explosion, Jason's just like "yk what, maybe I'm just gonna turn over a new leaf and pursue a higher education"

So while Gotham's still reeling from the aftermath of Jason's near takeover as the top crime lord and Bruce is still painstakingly trying to figure out where his son went, the whole time Jason's just been chilling on a school campus and Bruce just so happens to bump into his son (who, last time they met, tried to kill Bruce and blew up the building they were all in) and Jason's just all normal-looking with his textbooks and nerdy glasses and Bruce doesn't know whether to scream or cry.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

while we wait.

may i offer you all a pubby?? lil bby barns?

[detectivestrawberrymilkshake]

Last day of radioapple week! The prompt was Beach/Day Out.

[haedraulics]

dr watson in his 60s, tanned by the sussex sun, returns to his old service on the outbreak of WW1

this outfit is not historically accurate at all, but i really wanted to draw how i imagined watson in the gorgeous WW1 era h/w fic The Presbury Letters

+ bonus homecoming to angry bee husband

[heatherskept]

frolicking in da fields with the bff

[nmzuka]

my humble offering

[hinamie]

mentor

[beegs-bugs]

Live footage of Jon gaslighting himself into thinking he’s only jealous of Peter Lukas because Martin is such a good assistant. No other reason.

Art by my irl friend Vin Who Isn’t On Tumblr

[abstractfrog]

There's something on this ship that's so bad the TARDIS ran away?

[mothsandbees]

"Some characters are straight to the point. Others are more awkward, having never been in a relationship before"

aka i need lucanis' romance scenes to give me so much second hand embarrassment that i combust on the spot