Title: Strange Celebrations
Author's LJ/DWJ: cofax7 / cofax7
Categories: apocofic, team, drama, action
Warnings: violence, language
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis fiction by cofax.
Link to story: Strange Celebrations

Why this should be read: World building! Teamy goodness! Clever banter! Also great writing, action, plot, and SG-1 behaving like intelligent adults. This is one of my favorite stories, by one of my favorite authors. SG-1 as written by Cofax is in many ways the show I would have liked to see on my TV screen.

SG-1, some unpleasant weather, an alien city fifty-thousand lightyears from home, and a dozen or so uninvited Jaffa. Oh, and (maybe) an apocalypse.

The day it happened was just another day for SG-1. Jack wondered about that later, like maybe he should have known. But he didn't. It was just another mundane trip offworld, if there were such a thing. No naquadah, no ancient ruins, no interesting technology--just half a dozen villages full of very nice people who had little to talk about other than the legends of their Potato God, as Jack referred to them.

Daniel insisted that Beavis wasn't a Potato God, but he was the god of freaking root crops--of course he was a Potato God. So they'd spent two days visiting in all the villages, eating way too many of these purple and orange potatoes, and now they could finally go home.

Jack wasn't even looking at the wormhole when he started transmitting. Wormholes were old hat. "SG-1-Niner to Stargate Command, this place is a bust. Is it Miller Time there?"

There was a silence, long enough that Carter turned around from where she was messing with the MALP. As she frowned, finally a voice replied.

"SG-1-Niner, you may--no! No, please, don't--" and then silence, not even static. The connection was dead.

Jack blinked. "Did you hear that?"

"It sounded like--like shouting, sir. In the background." Carter slotted the tool in her hand back into her pocket and picked up her P-90, turning around once in a slow circle. But wherever the trouble was, it wasn't here.

Jack drummed his fingers on his weapon for ten heartbeats, then nodded. "Okay, we're going by the book. If the SGC's been compromised, either they won't drop the iris or they'll have the gateroom under guard. And if we're really unlucky, they'll have this address. Carter, dial me up a completely random planet nobody would expect us to go to. And then another, and another."

"If it's completely random, how can she know it's unexpected?" murmured Daniel, but subsided when Jack glared at him, and went to store his samples on the MALP.

Jack kept the wormhole open while Carter dug through her laptop for addresses, and Teal'c and Daniel stripped the MALP for survival gear and weapons, swapping out scientific equipment for spare cartridges. In ten minutes they were ready to move. It was sunny and pleasant here: a late afternoon on an early summer day. For all they knew, they'd be walking into a hailstorm or a hurricane or an earthquake.

But Jack suspected the storm was already underway, seventeen hundred lightyears away.