Teal'c glanced briefly at the unconscious Daniel held in Willow's arms, noting the lack of armband on his arm. He noticed that Willow seemed distraught, and so, in his standard stoic manner, he merely said "Where are the others?"
Willow answered automatically, already imagining her friends dying in the explosion, blaming herself for it. "They must be back in the ship. I'd better go and bring them here. Can you guard Daniel, there might be more Jaffa around. If I'm not back in, say, five minutes, get through the 'gate." she didn't need to say it would be too late for her and the others.
Before Teal'c had a chance to answer - although he probably wouldn't have contested Willow's perfectly sound plan - Willow stooped and gently lay Daniel on the ground, staying a little longer than strictly necessary to make sure that he was alright, before she dashed off to save the others.
Sam recovered consciousness slowly, partially because she really didn't want to. She knew that awakening wouldn't be pleasant. But even will power can't stop the tide of consciousness forever.
She sat up groggily, and, upon looking around, was instantly glad of doing so. Sam knew there couldn't be much time before the C4 went off - indeed, for all she knew, it already might have - and Jack was sprawled unconscious on the other side of the still active force field. She had to wake him up before it was too late.
"Sir...Colonel...Jack!" the final call made him stir grumpily. Unfortunately, Sam didn't have time for this - she wasn't about to let him die here. "Sir, you've got to get out of here!"
Jack looked at her in askance, the said "What?" then his eyes widened in realization, as his mouth shaped the words "The explosives!" Sam rolled her eyes - although she knew the entire thing couldn't have taken more than a minute, it could be one of the last he'd ever had. Certainly one of her last.
As the gravity of what was happening suddenly hit her, Sam thought "Oh, bugger it. Screw regulations.
" She said, softly and urgently "Jack, you have to get out of here. I'm going to die here-" and why was she so cool about that? "-but you can get out. Get the hell out of here, Jack. Save yourself. Please."
Jack was surprised. They'd been in situations equally as tough as this, if not more so - he was sure he'd remember them in a minute or so - but Sam was begging
him to leave.
And he wasn't going to. Like hell he would. He loved this woman. It had been growing on him since they were trapped together in Antarctica. If Sam was going to die here, he was going to die right along with her.
"No." he said fiercely.
"I said no, Major.
"Look, Sam, I'm not going to leave you, alright! I-I-I love you." Jack stuttered, looking at her closely to see how she took it.
"Oh." Sam replied. What else could she say? She had feelings for him too, of course she did, which was why the relationships with the numerous aliens and occasional humans who kept falling for her never worked out.
"Jack, get out of here." Sam said. She wouldn't - couldn't - watch him die, and she wouldn't let him see the tears streaming down her face, so she turned her head away.
Which was the only reason Sam saw the surprisingly stealthy pair of Jaffa creeping up behind her. She scrambled for her weapon, as did Jack when he saw the reason for it, even though he couldn't shoot through the force field. But before Sam had a chance to reach her weapon, the Jaffa had their staff weapons pointed at her.
Then Sam heard the most welcome voice of her life.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" said Willow, lightly.
Willow felt anything but light. Her first response upon seeing the Jaffa menacing Sam was "Got to get them away!
" to which end she opened a wormhole - "A wormhole! Teleporting them somewhere random would've been faster
" she thought a second later - underneath the first Jaffa's feet.
However, the homicidal impulses she'd been feeling kicked in, and the other end of the wormhole, the end that the Jaffa would go through, changed position.
All three looked away instantly. That was definitely something they'd be having nightmares about for years to come. On the upside, at the least the Jaffa had both died instantly. Hopefully.
Then Willow blew on the shield, melting it with magic. Unfortunately, even with super strength and speed, Willow was still only a small woman - she couldn't carry them both at the same time, and every other option was too slow. Fortunately, she still had magic.
Willow opened another wormhole - "What is with me and wormholes today?
" - and the trio stepped through to the DHD and the waiting Teal'c and the now-conscious Daniel.
Teal'c instantly dialled the gate, just as the primary explosion that would proceed the large one by a fraction of a second occurred.
They had little time left. Willow made a split second decision, magically hurling the other four through the now-open 'gate, and shut it off.
Just before the blast wave hit her, Willow thought "What the hell did I do that for?"
, but was shouted down by the part of her that had made her stay - incidentally, the same part that had opened the wormholes.
Then the blast wave hit, and the part of Willow that had forced her to stay began feeding on it. At that point, the rest of Willow realised what had happened, but her and the violence were too late.
Then she wasn't entirely Willow anymore.
Jack, Sam, Daniel and Teal'c all tumbled down the ramp leading up to 'gate, knocking down the guards surrounding it like bowling pins.
Even before they had had a chance to get up and process what had actually happened, Hammond asked "What happened?"
Fortunately, whatever garbled and incoherent answer the group would've given was interrupted by an incoming wormhole. Which wasn't, in any way, attached to the Stargate.
Willow stepped through, her eyes closed. If she was breathing, no one could tell.
Hammond asked "Why does she still have her armband, and you don't?" At that point, Willow's armband dropped off with a loud clang as it hit the ramp.
Then something that definitely wasn't Willow opened her eyes. As Sam the physicist could've told you, colour was a product of light. Willow's normally vivid green eyes were that colour because they absorbed all wavelengths of light, besides green, which they reflected. All colour was merely a reflection of one of the various frequencies of light, and there are only so many of those.
The colour that Willow's eyes were now weren't any of these. If they were reflections of light, it was an entirely different spectrum.
"Does this seem like déjà vu to anyone?" Jack muttered, not expecting an answer. Which was just as well, as everyone was shocked speechless.