A/N: SAO/SG-1 cross; I own neither Sword Art Online nor Stargate. Credit to Kryal for coming up with the “Stargate/DHD may download grammar and vocab to your head” idea. SAO and SG are both AU’d a bit to fit together better. Thanks to Catsy for bringing up latency on the SAO forums; it made things interesting.
“Wow.” Colonel Jack O’Neill peered out the SUV’s windshield as he parked, trying to look suitably impressed at the massive multistory hospital tucked into an odd corner of the Cheyenne Mountain base. Barely a speck of a building compared to a ha’tak, it was about as close as you could get to the SGC and still be off the main roads. Less than a mile, he’d bet, as the crow flew; so long as the crow could fly through solid rock. “Call Walter Reed. They want their rehab back.”
Which might have been the wrong thing to say, given how Dr. Janet Fraiser had just thumped her head on the passenger-side dashboard. But hey, even a mini-Napoleon needed somebody to throw sarcasm at.
“I know no one’s managed to frog-march you into anywhere with ‘veteran’, ‘rehab’, or ‘physical therapy’ in the title before, Colonel,” Janet grumbled, “but given what we have pieced together about the SAO technology, you and your team are going to accompany me into the Project Bluebook Rehabilitation Center whether you like it or not. Just in case any of you have seen, or heard of, or even stumbled across a rumor that might let us pick our way into Kayaba’s black box.” The redhead gave him a wry look. “And we stole it from the NID, not Walter Reed. They still call the general every month to ask for it back.”
“The NID? Built a rehab center?” Jack said skeptically. “What were they on, and when can we turn it loose on the Goa’uld?”
Behind him, Sam cleared her throat. “Given the usual casualty rate they accept in Jaffa training, I doubt the Goa’uld would have any interest in the potential therapeutic applications of virtual reality environments, sir.”
Bracing against Janet’s seat, Daniel nudged up his glasses and rested his face against the window, probably so cool glass could calm down a road-sick stomach. “Of course, that’s not what the NID was really interested in, either.”
Sitting stoically between their two armed geeks, hat pulled over his First Prime mark, Teal’c gave Jack a raised brow. “I believe you were otherwise occupied when we took the facility a year ago. On involuntary leave.”
Translation, stuck on Edora for three months, thinking the Stargate was sealed forever. And that was a whole can of worms in itself. The way Laira had stood when he’d left, all but shouting that she hoped he’d left her pregnant… yeah. He hadn’t been in the best headspace for a while.
“It is unfortunate you missed the opportunity,” Teal’c mused, dark eyes obviously letting the past be past. “We were able to properly secure the exits and command center swiftly, so we had few casualties, and no fatalities. The majority of the personnel were unaware of the rogue NID in their midst. They were outraged when we explained, and they have been most trustworthy allies since.” A slight smile. “Janet Fraiser declared the exercise… stress reduction.”
“And you think the critters are cute,” Janet put in, almost grinning.