A Recipe for Disaster

Daniel adjusted the pack on his back. It was heavy, but that was entirely of his own doing. He'd brought a few books – as many as he could fit actually. On top of that was the excavation kit. He'd packed the big one, since they were going to be on the off-world dig site for at least one or two weeks. He didn't want to find himself missing something he should have brought.

Jack had insisted on strapping a handgun to his leg, and stuffing several extra clips of ammunition in his pack. He'd even made Daniel leave a book behind just to fit them. Daniel had grumbled and reluctantly obeyed, but as soon as Jack had left he picked the clips out and packed the book down again. In his opinion it was far more important than bullets, an opinion that often sent him into an argument with Jack. Their difference in priorities was one of those things that made people around them wonder how they could be friends, and so good friends at that.

The inner ring began to spin, filling the 'gate-room with a grating rumble. One by one the chevrons locked into place, each one announced over the intercom by Walter up in the control room. Once the sounds and motions of the alien mechanism had been awe-inspiring and a bit terrifying. Now they were mostly familiar. Of course, sometimes he still found himself filled with wonder at the sideways back flush of the wormhole opening, but the only thing he feared now was possibly what may lie beyond the event horizon. However, fear of an unknown world had never had much success in his heart. It was quickly overpowered by curiosity and exhilaration at the prospect of mind-blowing discoveries.

The event horizon settled to a rippling blue puddle, making the 'gate look like a gravity defying swimming pool. Jack, a step in front of Daniel and prepared to as always be the first through the 'gate, turned towards the control room. He lifted his hand in a sloppy salute that turned into a wave halfway through. That he even made that amount of an effort was a great compliment to the man standing up there. In reply General Hammond's voice sounded on the intercom.

"Godspeed, SG-1!"