So I've had this headcanon for a while now about stargate and finally have found the time/motivation to write it out
In Stargate Universe (I know this one isn't as widely loved as the first 2 series, but hear me out) it is established that the chair interface on the ship is a precursor to the chair we see in Antarctica and Atlantis. It is further established that the reason the Ancients sent out the Destiny was because of a recording in the background radiation of the universe. Furthermore, between The Ark of Truth and the beginning of SG-1 season 9 (Avalon) we know the Ancients/Alterans left thier home galaxy because of the Ori, and when they got to Earth and the Milky Way they "built many astria porta" or Stargates.
We also know the Ancients were one among the 4 Races who communicated with each other. The biggest one of these being the Asgard. And we know they live in a different galaxy from us Othala. Now I myself have always wondered how they encountered the Asgard when we have no evidence that they--for lack of a better word--colonozied the Asgard home galaxy. Even with concerted efforts to find other advanced life in the universe it'd be unlikely to happen by chance alone (even with advanced technology).
All of these tidbits may seem random and unrelated. But here's my headcanon on how they all tie together:
The Alterans were traveling to the Milky Way is how they got the recording of the background noise and they decided they needed to research the universe itself. So after settling on Earth they built the Destiny and its seed ships and sent them out (tangentially this could also explain why SGC can't find naquadah on Earth--the Alterans used it all in creating the stargates on these ships).
Now obviously sending out the ships they researched the Milky Way first and knew where to put stargates in this galaxy.
Furthermore, and more to the point, this would explain how the Ancients encountered the other 3 Races and established communication with them. And, again as an aside, this would explain how they knew about the Pegasus galaxy and that they could move there when they were experiencing the disease that nearly wiped out life in the Milky Way (Window of Oportunity, Frozen, and Reckoning Parts 1 and 2).
Notes: I wrote this about a million years ago and only just found it to publish!
Summary: Sam is sick. It's the end of the world. If she has to watch one more MacGyver rerun, she might just lose it. But then her family come to the rescue.
Sam was pretty sure the dog was going to get sick of their one-sided conversations soon. Of all the times some alien parasite or disease had infected her, even the worst had nothing on the flu. Janet had assured her that it was harmless, a human illness that she must have caught from someone on the base. Still, she was put on leave until the doctor cleared her. In a week or so, she’d be back on duty.
For now, she was holed up in her bed, sulking. On the bedside table was a box of tissues, already half empty , and the biggest water bottle she could find. She was home alone today; Cassie was at school and Janet was at work. SG1 were on standby , and no doubt the boys were enjoying their time off from doing work - related stuff.
Having the house to herself left Sam and Homer to curl up watching some reruns of MacGyver. Her head felt as if it were full of c4 so she didn’t even have the energy to mock the ‘science’ in the show.
Relief came at noon that day; she was eating some rice crackers and waiting for death when she heard the front door open. She heard the men before she saw them because there wasn’t anything subtler than, ‘Ow, Danny! Watch where you’re going with that thing!’
‘Quiet , Jack! She could be sleeping. I’m not sure I want to face the wrath of a sick, over - exhausted Sam.’
Teal’c responded with an ‘Indeed , ’ and she felt herself smile a little.
“If I was sleeping,” she called out through the open bedroom door after Homer, “I’m not now.” She heard another hushed argument erupt between her friends as she pulled on some sweat pants and slouched out into the living room. Jack was helping himself to the fridge as Daniel set down a box that seemed to be overflowing with papers. Teal’c stood by the couch and bowed his head when he saw his friend approach.
“Major Carter, you are not looking well. Doctor Fraiser said you were on bed rest.”
She smiled at his concern and patted his arm as she found a spot on the sofa by the dog. The others joined them, Jack having found nothing of interest in the kitchen and he smirked at her as he took a seat.
“What Teal’c means to say, Major, is that we just swung by to see how you were doing and if there was anything we could do for you...” A sudden look of worry crossed his face. “You’re not contagious, are ya?”
Sam took that moment to sneeze, earning herself a suspicious glare from Jack and a raised brow from Teal’c. Daniel just handed her a tissue.
“No , sir,” she sniffled miserably after she wiped her nose, pulling her legs to her chest. “Not contagious , sir. You can’t catch death.”
Daniel grinned at her dramatics. “Well, I know Janet said no work, but I also know you’re bored out of your mind right now, so I brought you some things to work on.” The archaeologist nodded to the box and Sam wished she had the energy to get up and examine the files right then and there
“And I brought you some soup, Major Carter. It is a stew my mother once made for me when I was a child. It brought me great comfort when I was ill,” Teal’c added with a nod.
No doubt it was the flu's fault, but Sam felt herself getting a little too emotional at the thought of her friends coming by to comfort her.
All eyes were on Jack then, who was fiddling with a knickknack that had been perched on the coffee table. He looked up, blinking with those big brown eyes , and Daniel snickered.
“I uh… I drove. That counts for something right?” As much as Daniel made fun of the man for his lack of input, Sam had to admit that it did count for something. She knew none of them were social butterflies, but it was rare that the team got several days off in a row. Instead of going off to have fun without her, they’d ventured over to keep her entertained.
Still, after an hour of their company (and the ongoing bickering between the resident space monkey and the fly-boy), Sam was in desperate need of another nap. Teal’c seemed to notice her waning energy and attention span and promptly, and very gently, indicated to the other men that it was time to leave.
The silence that followed was both heaven and torture at the same time. In the end, she opted for more crap TV. She fell asleep during a particularly thrilling episode (in which Mac was building a bomb out of chewing gum) , and when she awoke, Homer was whining by the back door. Janet was standing beside the sofa, tray in hand , and she smiled warmly when she saw Sam’s eyes open.
“Hey, sweetheart,” she cooed – Sam was reminded how much she loved Janet’s empathetic doctor voice – and Janet set the tray down, smoothing a hand over Sam’s forehead. The blonde leaned into the touch and hummed softly, the touch cool against her warm skin. She stifled a yawn and opened her eyes to Janet again. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been ‘zatted’ and shoved down a flight of stairs.”
“You've traveled the universe and all you get is this lousy cold,” Janet smirked. She perched on the edge of the couch beside her lover and patted her leg. “Well the good news is, I’m not on call until Sunday now , so you’re stuck with me.”
Despite the pressure throbbing through her skull, Sam smiled and kissed the doctor’s palm as it came to rest on her cheek. “Thanks… though I can’t promise I’ll be any good company.”
“Not to worry. I’m sure MacGyver can keep me entertained. He’s so dreamy, after all…” That earned her a half - assed glare from the astrophysicist that she quickly disarmed with food. The soup that Teal’c had brought was life - changing , and , knowing that he had probably substituted some ingredients from the original recipe, she couldn’t imagine how amazing his mother ’ s would have been. It was almost like a pea and ham soup but with enough of a kick to get her nose running and…was that cinnamon? Whatever it was, Sam almost felt better after one bite. Almost.
The next day was no better. Janet had noticed that her fever was still persistent, though not dangerous, and work was still out of the question. Thank god for Saturdays though because it meant that Cassie and Janet were both home and that meant some rare family time.
Late in the afternoon, Sam ended up sandwiched between her girls, her head in her girlfriend’s lap and her feet in their daughter’s. Homer was sulking on the floor, apparently upset that he wasn’t involved in the cuddle pile. Out of pity – because really, Janet would never have chosen it on her own – the trio were watching Star Trek (and Janet for the life of her couldn’t tell which one it was). She knew her lover was still sick when the woman barely muttered at the use of ‘Reverse the polarity.’ Janet’s fingers combed through Sam’s hair, and the touch had Sam nodding off again, finding comfort in the warmth of her two favourite girls. Cassie was busy with some homework but kept Sam’s feet warm between her book and her lap.
The days passed too quickly and before Sam knew it, she was feeling a whole lot better; that’s what alien soup and cuddles will do for you. It felt good to be suiting up again, readying herself for their mission to P2C-934. She straightened her cap as she stepped up to the ramp, her boys by her side, and General Hammond watching from behind the glass. Everything was right in the world again.
“SG-1, you have a --” Hammond was cut off as Colonel O’Neill and Teal’c sneezed in tandem. They shared a look and then turned to Sam. “SG-1, stand down and report to the infirmary.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/6
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character, Jack O'Neill, Sha're (Stargate)
Additional Tags: Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Fix-It, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death
Series: Part 1 of The Spoons Saga
Summary:
Spoons eyes dart around the container looking for a way out. Their hands begin to shake. This is a very stupid way to die. I should have risked trying to find the river on my own.
“Stand to, gentlemen,” a new, angry, voice calls out. The man in front of her swears quietly and turns from her. She eyeballs the gun and wonders if she can grab for it as he presses the symbols on the pedestal, lighting them up. She carefully starts to shift onto her feet.
I’ve only seen 3.5 complete seasons of Stargate SG1 but I know every time Janet Fraiser talks to O’Neill it’s with the exact tone of a lessbian talking to the man that the woman she’s in love with is in love wiith
