Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or any of the characters, blah blah blah you know the deal.
Basically the premise is this: What if the SGC really existed and was hiding behind the TV show we all know and love? And what happens when a diehard fan decides to see if there really is a stargate under the mountain? Oh yeah this is a bit of an AU. It has O'Neill as base commander, but that's about it.
Carter ducked as a staff blast flew above her head and smashed into a tree nearby. She fired back in retaliation. "We have to get out of here before they discover the camera crews! We can't hold them off much longer!" Quickly the team retreated to the gate. Daniel started dialing before he had stopped running. The camera crews, still stubbornly carrying their cameras, followed. A blast hit one of the cameras which exploded in a shower of sparks. Then the gate engaged and everyone rushed through.
"Sir, with all due respect I disagree with your decision to let them film us. They could have been killed- hell, we could have been killed."
"Colonel, do you realize what he would have done if we didn't let him? If he carried out that threat everyone would know. Bad. Very bad."
The debriefing was not a happy one. Everyone was unhappy about the camera crews. Even General O'Neill wasn't making jokes.
Conversely, the film crew was very happy. They had quite a bit of real footage they could use. It was only the second time they had real offworld footage. The rest was either fake or taken from base video recordings. One person was quite annoyed...
"I could have been killed! They took out my camera!"
"Calm down, Morrison."
"You know what, I quit. I can get better pay at another studio."
"Oh great. That's the fifth time I lost a cameraman."
The producer had a nice corner office. Nice defined as having four walls, a roof, and a worn out excuse for a carpet. It used to have a nice modern decor, but now it was just shabby. Most of the furniture was gone; all that was left was a cheap bookshelf (a recent acquisition), a white melamine desk, and a leather office chair. The desk was piled high with papers and stationary, which rendered the computer underneath nearly invisible.
It never used to be this way, he reflected. Well, at least I have my corner office.
There was a knock at the tattered excuse for a door and a young woman popped her head in. She then opened the door, dropped off a letter, and left. The producer scrabbled for his letter opener for five minutes then found it in the overflowing garbage can. The letter read:
To Mr. Producer: Improve ratings or you lose the office and the show goes to someone else.
"Well, I can always add more destruction, explosions, and get rid of another really good character."
If you spot the injoke I'll send you a hint to the next chapter.