Sweet Herbs and Freedom
Stargate SG-1 and Atlantis
They'd let a mass murderer escape out into the galaxy. That's not something they could just let go. They had to at least try and find her. Who knows where she could end up...
Published July 2017
Here's a snippet:
“I think I lost my hearing with that last clap of thunder.” Daniel shook himself like a very wet dog.
“What?” Sam bellowed in his ear. Her hair was plastered to her scalp and stuck in bedraggled rat-tails across her face.
“Oh, there it is. Never mind.”
They were all drenched. Sunlight shone off Teal'c’s wet head making him look like a burnished Buddha as he surveyed their new surroundings.
Jack struggled out of his soaked vest and jacket and dumped them on the stone dais. “Carter, make a note to cross that planet off the list of potential mission sites.” He stuck a finger in one ear and gave it a good wiggle. “Or maybe Makepeace and his meatheads would like it. How’s it look, Teal'c?”
“No intelligent beings are in sight, O'Neill.”
“Present company excepted.” Jack took a good look at their new surroundings. “Well, no trees at least.”