Delta: 1999

IV: IT'S ME

The Wingdings Stargate was painted and fitted with the latest technology.

Just because the Wingdings couldn’t build a stargate didn’t mean they couldn’t add onto it.

Gabe smiled. Bright white and blue. With their own system of coordinates and plugins. Much easier to dial a location.

Gabe pressed a button.

Instant dialing to the location. Instant wormhole closing.

Marc shook his head. “You realize this is like adding a ton of things to a bicycle right? It’s going to stop working as well.”

“That’s what YOU think Marc.”

The Wingdings Gate was dialed on.. off… on… off.. locations locations…

Gabe was having too much fun. Buttons were not supposed to be that entertaining.

***

Patema was a quick learner.

“So this gun is used like this?”

“Yes and don’t expect to shoot it right insantl-“

BLAM

BULLSEYE.

Patema smiled. “Perhaps I have an advantage because I’m on the ceiling.”

O’Neill blinked. “That’s pretty good…”

Patema grinned. “I’ve already blazed through the first month of training in three days. Anything ELSE you have?”

“Your far from ready to join an SG team.”

“Of course.” Patema said, climbing over a doorway. She stretched. “I wonder if I’ll get to see any action before then…”

“As I recall you did a lot of screaming last time you had some action.”

Patema sulked. “I wasn’t used to heights okay…”

“Well that’s tomorrow’s training then. We’re taking you up to the surface.”

“Oh boy…” She said, wondering if she would find the sky pretty or terrifying.

***

Gabe pressed a few more buttons.

Then something lodged in the stargate.

The Doctor crawled out of the TARDIS. “What did you just DO? I was flying to 1203, and you sucked me HERE?”

Then the doctor vanished. The TARDIS was still there.

Gabe blinked. “What?”

***

Patema vanished as well. Just poof. Right in front of O’Neill.

“What?”

***

The Doctor held his head. He knew a time warp when it hit him.

He only had to figure out who else was sent back with him. Could be anyone he knew, or would know. That was the problem with time warps.

He stood up, picked up a newspaper.

AUGUST, 1987.

Well that wouldn’t be too bad. Less than a decade back in time. He looked up. Yep, the purple star wasn’t there. Definitely 1987.

For now, he decided to enjoy himself. He stepped into the first building he saw.

Freddy Fazzbear’s Pizza.