Earring Tales: Sunbeam

Hmm. Was trying for sunlight out of the sky. Thoughts?
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Track of the Apocalypse Ch2 Ficbit – Check-in

“Okay, people. Let’s find the front door. We should at least look polite.”

“Anywhere this solidly built might still be used as shelter,” Daniel agreed. “And I think it has been. See the wear on the path?”

Huh. Point. Nothing that looked really fresh, though given they had no clue what the weather was usually like around here that was up for grabs. “Teal’c?”

The Jaffa crouched to more closely examine the faint not-exactly-a-trail they were following, just off the street outside the complex wall. “Many feet have passed here.”

Jack nodded. “Any idea when?”

A slow headshake. And a frown. “I do not think it was within the week. But there were many.”

…Right. Major temple around the ‘Gate just a few hills over, a solid place to take shelter for the night could get a lot of travelers even if the main city was doing a good impression of playing dead. Definitely needed to lean toward the polite end of the spectrum-

A little ahead, Sam waved. “I think we found the door, sir.”

This time it was red and white paint flaking off concrete, in the same sort of pagoda-kind of shape as the gate leading out of the mountain temple. Only this entryway was taller, with a sharper-edged roof, and iron-slatted gates sitting rusty and askew under yet another faded house-circle banner.

“I really want to know what that symbol means,” Daniel said, half to himself.

Jack checked the angle of sunlight compared to the morning they’d walked into, then checked his watch. Yep. “And I’m sure the general will want to hear all about it. Let’s fill him in before we poke the possible mad scientist lab with a stick.”

Another minute clicked over, and the reassuring crackle of the radio broadcast from the MALP came over their gear. “SG-1, do you read?”

“Loud and clear, General.” And oh what a relief it was, knowing the SGC hadn’t been bodysnatched or bombed or infected by who-knew-what in the two hours since they’d left. Some days it just wasn’t worth breaking out of the infirmary.