Camelot


Cam was busy packing the car and seemed a bit too eager to get on the road. I sat at the kitchen table of Mom and Billy’s ranch and watched him. Billy was out tending to the horses and Mom was busy packing us some lunch.

“It was really nice of you two to come up. I know it’s a busy schedule you and your brother keep. It’s nice to see that you two are working close to the same facilities. I hear Colorado Springs is quite lovely,” Mom said as she packed another turkey sandwich.

“Well we were able to finagle a few days off. I figured it would be cheaper to fly, but well, you know him,” I said, gesturing out to where Cam was struggling to repack the car. It only was a two-day visit – why did he need to bring two suitcases?

“Well, as long as you kids are safe on the roads, I don’t care how you get here. You could land a jet in the back pasture for all I care,” Mom said as she handed me the restocked cooler. “Billy may have some words about the corn fields, but I think he would get over it.”

“Cam needed the time off too. We have both been busy,” I said, taking one last sip of iced tea. I got up and hugged Mom. “We’ll call as soon as we are home.”
 
“Be safe. Come up the next time you have some time; Billy is talking about fixing up the barn.”

“Even in retirement he still as busy,” I laughed.

We waved good-bye to them 30 minutes later; neither Cam nor I knew when we would come back. A big mission was coming up and that had the whole SGC holding their breath.

- - -

Merlin the Ancient – it had a nice ring to it. However, I am not about to go out and tell all the children and scholars who where reading and studying the Knights of the Round Table and King Arthur that their king was really an Asgard, and was an ascended being on a higher plane. Somehow that part did not sound right. But that was the facts, so there ya go.

Cam and the team walked through the wormhole to the planet that Arthur’s device pointed to hoping to meet and greet, find a few neighborly folks, as Cam quipped, to help deliver the weapon to the Ori. Siler seemed to get a bit anxious as Cam did his big bang impression. I’m still not impressed.

I helped Carolyn clean the infirmary and pack the boxes of medical supplies to be transported to the new ship that the SGC and Air Force had been working on for the past year and was now being commissioned a bit early.

“So are you going to the Odyssey as their CMO?” she said watching the SF’s take the boxes out to the hallway.

“Some people would like that,” General Landry said as he came into the room. “I am debating on using my powers and keep you on the ground, Doctor.”

I smiled at him. “Well I don’t know what I would really be doing here. Carolyn is more then capable in running the infirmary on her own – she is a wonderful CMO,” I said.

“Well then I guess I should hand over your transfer papers. God speed, Doctor,” Landry said as he handed me a folder.

“Thanks. I’ll be back. Always am,” I said as I signed a few papers and followed the SF’s hauling the boxes into the elevator to be transported out to Area 51.

- - -

The Odyssey is smaller and has more bells and whistles then the other ships that preceded it. The Deadalus may have had some more Asgard technology then the Prometheus, but we had integrated some new technologies and made the new ship sleeker and faster. I was sitting in my new office and wondering how they got recessed lighting when the new paging system startled me out of my daydream.

“Medic to transport! Medic to transport!”

I was up and out of the infirmary before the chair stopped spinning. I hate when my first day is filled with drama. Sigh.

We had given SG-1 enough time to make nice with the natives on the planet that Daniel and Sam had been pointed to by Marlin's one way looking glass device, and had then hurried to where a supergate had been successfully built. Now we were waiting to see if Sam could stop the gate from opening.

I rounded the corner and almost collided with one of the repair men. He stepped out of the way and I looked over to one of the men who was strapping Sam into the space suit. "Someone call?"

"Ah ha! Told you she could come here in about 2 minutes. And that's on foot." I rolled my eyes and rounded to see who was talk. In the corner was a sandy haired man who was wearing a Chester cat grin. Reminded me of Cam when he would get a wicked thought in his mind. "Sorry Doc, need to entertain ourselves. Oh it's a security thing too. I'm the new Newton Hamilton, Security Chief."

Sam rolled her eyes as she adjusted her helmet. I glanced over my shoulder to the other men busy looking at their hand held computers. "Just next time let me know so I can grab all my gear. You know, the heavy stuff to knock you out."

I left hearing jeers at my back. I sometimes wish I wheeled an oxygen tank around. Being in the military and having to take care of all the military boys has made me a bit jagged sometimes. Besides the fact my brother was somewhere down on the planet helping Daniel find Marlin's ancient weapon, and Sam was going to try to dial the gate before the impending Ori fleet did, I had nothing to worry about.

- - -

Teal'c is gone. Cam and Daniel are hopefully on a ship, and Sam is out clinging to the supergate, which of course activated five minutes into the calculations, and now the Ori are trying to rip the Odyssey to shreds. Well when not trying to indoctrinated us. But I digress. I am dodging mechanics and engineers as I am racing to the lower decks that have been hit. Of course we can't just beam them out – we may be space explorers, but this is not Star Trek.

"Stats!"

"BP 150 over 100!"

"Haul him out gently. It looks like his leg is trapped."

Nurse Killie and I give a tug and soon the unlucky systems engineer is pulled free and strapped to a board which we carry swiftly back to the infirmary. Lights are going off and sparking electrical wire are not helping the "swiftly" part. Pushing past all of that I hear my radio hum over the noise.

"Dr. DeBarr to the bridge, Dr. DeBarr to the bridge."

"Foust!" I yell to one of the young medics as he rounds the corner. "I have to head up to the bridge. Help Killie to get this patient to the OR. Set his leg and cast." I turned and went up to the bridge, trying to stay on my feet as another blast hit the ship.

"What's going on?" I asked, even as two injured men limp past me.

"We can't get past their shields, Colonel Carter is still out there, and the Russian ship was able to tell us that Dr. Jackson and Colonel Mitchell arrived, but now they don't have hyperdrives. We lost our sub-light engines. Doc, we are in bad," Colonel Paul Emerson said. "We are being slaughtered."


"Well, we seem to be intact still, sir," I said, hopping to keep the mood light even as another hid took more power from our shields. "How about the back up vessels?"

"The Asgard are helping, the Lucian Alliance ships seem to be doing something," Emerson said, walking over to a console. "The Jaffa are also being hit badly."

I studied the chart, watching the blinking lights. I looked at Emerson. "Well, my medic team is here and we will do everything possible to keep us alive until we can't do it anymore."

"I know. I just need to have someone say it out loud more then it is. Thank you Major."

"Think nothing of it. It's my job to keep you all alive."

I surveyed the bridge as Emerson wearily walked back to his chair. We were being hit, alarms were going off, and there in our front view was the greatest threat to all of us and we could not do a thing to stop them. Volley after volley was ineffective. I closed my eyes for a moment and then headed toward the infirmary.

"They stopped sir!" a tech cried. I turned and watched with mixed relief and horror as the Ori ceased their fire and powered up their engines. "They are… oh my. They are jumping, sir."

"Help us all," Emerson murmured as the view screen was unblocked by the Ori's massive ship.

White knuckled I gripped the door way. Floating all around us were shards of ships, escape pods and debris. I searched but only saw the supergate intact and one vessel badly damaged. I glanced at the monitor and bit back tears. The Korolev – the Russian ship – was no where on the screen.

Sam was hopefully still alive. Teal'c was hopefully convincing the Alliance to continue fighting with us, and Cam and Daniel, I prayed silently, were somewhere far away from the now disintegrated Korolev. In one battle I could have lost my favorite patients and my only brother. The only thought that went through my mind as I walked back to the infirmary was that I hoped that my heart was wrong and that I would be able to see my mother again.