A/N: Season 4 ep. 15-20 don't happen or happen when Harry isn't around.

Just a short chap,

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A month and a half of relative quiet was all Harry had until he faced the next crisis.

The next one which came with the arrival of a tiny little balding man who greeted them with a friendly, "Contrya!."

The others didn't appear to fond of the tiny little man in robes that reminded Harry strongly of an alive version of the Fat Frier from Hogwarts.

Harry himself meant the man for the first time in the debriefing room after the stand down call was made soon after his arrival.

He was followed by his fellow Universal Solider Fan who had been summoned as well.

From what Harry understood, the small visitor, named Harlen, had met SG1 a few years ago and had replicated SG1 and made robot twins of them to keep him company on his homeworld. After hearing the details and looking over the mission report, Harry honestly couldn't blame the others for their ire.

Eventually the robots were left with Harlen after the originals were returned to the SGC and they hadn't heard from their duplicates or Harlen since, and frankly SG1 was satisfied with that.

Now though, there was a problem and Harlen had come to the SGC for help. Help to…well, help themselves, the robotic ones anyways.

Once Harry and the others had settled in their seats, Fan looking curious as to why he was sitting with the A-team as it were.

Apparently, the SG1 duplicates had not been happy about remaining with Harlen on the planet, according to the worried and aggrieved man, and despite the dangers, had decided to go explore through through the Stargate.

"They know who these robots take after right?" Fan whispered in Harry's ear, "I mean, telling SG1 to not go through the Stargate and hang around on dangerous planet all day is like telling fish to stick around on dry land."

His rather loud whisper caused a few sheepish looks and some amused eye flicks among said team.

The big problem with disappearing on some far off planet was that apparently they had some sort of portable power pack in their chests that needed to be re-powered every 24 hours, and thus the robots always returned after a certain amount of time to re-charge, but this time, they were overdue and they had only a small window of power left to function.

Apparently, SG1 had not been exactly thrilled with the idea of rescuing their doubles, and had refused at first, but after Harlen had asked them to dial the world that the duplicates had been on to rescue them himself, Carter realized that it was the planet Juna, a world that had been liberated from Her'uer not long before Harry had joined the SGC. The concern this raised stemmed from the fact that the locals had been told to bury their Stargate, and it was believed, until now, that they had.

Sure enough, when the SGC dialed the gate on Juna, it was functional and when they sent a probe through, they were startled to find the other Jack and were informed by him bitterly that Chronos had taken over the planet, having inherited a few territories upon the Go'uld's demise, and enslaved the people, and that the other robots had been captured, and his Daniel had been killed.

They were given the go ahead after that, which was why Harry and Fan had been called in.

Harry was going because he had proven to be skilled in dealing with the Go'uld already, and had spent time with Chronos during his time as liaison, so he might be able to predict how the Gou'uld would think and react. The fact that the man had been obsessed with him was left unsaid, but was a possibility to exploit if they were looking for possible methods in taking him out.

The grip on Harry's arm under the table was the unseen and unsaid "Hell No!" from Teal'c in that possibility coming to fruition, except over Teal'c's dead body perhaps.

Fan was going along because of his expertise with munitions, and his wide knowledge base with explosives would come in handy in dealing with the ground forces.

They were given a go, and the two Universal Soldiers were in their gear and walking up the ramp along with the rest of SG1 towards the Stargate.

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"Man, this is so going in my diary," Fan whispered in Harry's ear with amusement as the two bemused young men watched the tussling Jack and his duplicate trying to put each other in a headlock.

It was a surreal comedy moment that's for sure, despite the seriousness of the mission.

The fact that, once the battle was broken up and the Juna warrior informed them that he and the duplicate were the only ones on the planet that were part of the latest rebellion, it did not instill confidence in any of them about the likelihood of success for the mission. But as both Jacks said, at the same time unintentionally, "We've been through worse and with greater odds!"

The two counterparts glared at each other, then Robot jack suddenly punched Original Jack in the shoulder, who yelped and rubbed the bruised appendage.

"You owe me a root beer!"

"Owe you a root beer?!" Jack exclaimed, "You don't even drink!"

"Well that's just rude!" Robot Jack huffed.

The sound of a horn in the distance alerted them to a patrol, so the Juna man lead quickly them away.

They soon found themselves in a large tent after an hour or so of walking, and Harry and Fan began going through the extra bags of Fan's impressive, yet disturbing, supplies.

"Let's see," Fan mused, while the others hunched over a nearby map, "grenade, grenade, TNT, plastic explosive, grenade belt, box of nails…hmmm…"

"Nails?" Harry queried dubiously. There were actually several packs of them.

"Yep! Naquada laced ones, adds an extra whammy to the gorefest, watch out for those though, the Naquada coating might be super thin but there's enough in there to blow up a parking lot or two."

Harry carefully set those aside gingerly.

"Now lets see, firecrakers…maybe for later…timer, timer, land mine…Peanut butter sandwitch..."

"Wait, whats that for? is it some sort of stealth bomb disguised as food?" Harry asked curiously.

Fan gave him an incredulous look, "no, that's my lunch," a thoughtful pause then, "but that's not a bad idea."

Harry groaned.

"So…" Fan drawled, "I here that Joe finally worked up the nerve."

Harry perked in interest, "Really?" he asked curiously, "So she's going to ask her then?"

"Yep, after three weeks of hearing her practice in the mirror this morning for the gazillionth time, so its safe to say we can finally brush our hair in the mirror again…of course when I say we, I mean those of us who have combs."

Harry punched his friend in the shoulder, "I do so use a comb Mr. Straightlocks."

"Hey we can't all have hair gifted by the gods," Fan drawled, running a hand through his short wavy dark brown hair.

Harry rolled his eyes but otherwise turned to the latest gossip, "So Joe finally gave up on her extensive plan of wooing Dr. Jackson and Lady Gaga to her bed then?"

"Well, we all got to face reality sometime I guess, and it doesn't hurt that Lieutenant Farl looks an awful lot like Daniel and Farl's partner is blond and bold in everything."

"That and Daniel has not shown the slightest bit of interest in Joe?"

"Well that and soon after Joe confessed her feelings to the good doctor in his office, he actually sat her down and the two of them had a heart to heart over it -now where the hell is that pipe bomb? I know I packed near my extra underwear..."

Harry's eyes widened, "Wow, really?"

"Oh yeah, apparently the good professor wasn't as oblivious as we all thought -aha! there you are you Little Dickens!" Fan held up a rather large pipe bomb with "Little Dickens" scrawled on the side in Neon Pink.

"Huh," Harry hummed, "who knew that Joe or Daniel had it in them?"

"Yeah, while it didn't end how Joe wanted it to, she seemed ok with the let down, I guess Dr. McGlasses knowing all those dead languages comes in handy in knowing precisely what to say to let a person down gently," Fan gave Harry a look sideways, a knowing glint in them, "You know, we can all take a lesson about talking with others that we are into about our feelings."

Harry shrugged, scratching his chin, "I guess," though he said it in a manner that implied Fan's hidden meaning went completely over Harry's head.

Fan sighed, shook his head, and said finally, "Come on, help me untangle these detonator cables."

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The plan was fairly straight forward.

Robot Jack would pretend to be captured by the Juna rebel and take him to the Jaffa in charge planet side. He would create a distraction and the others would come up from behind the guards that would come to assist. After that, SG1 would be ringed up to the Ha'tak vessel by the other duplicates, who informed Jack via some sort of internal communicator that Original Jack called Robot telepathy, who will also create a diversion, disable doors between levels and block most of the Jaffa on the lower levels while they dealt with Chronos on the upper level with his skeleton crew of personal protectors.

Fan meanwhile was to secure the surrounding perimeter of the ground base with Harry's help and the other Juna rebels from returning patrols.

Things went off well enough.

Fan's special grenades combined with everyone's fire power, managed to overwhelm the present Jaffa, Fan's cackles rang in dubious reassurance between each ground shaking boom!

While the distraction and infiltration had worked, it was not without any hitches.

Robot Jack was not in good shape by the time that SG1 utilized the distraction to get to the Ha'Tac vessel, having been let in by the heavily injured man.

When SG1 was ringed away, Harry and Fan left behind to secure the planet side ring room. Harry told a Juna rebel and Fan to man a few more trip explosives with the rebel showing Fan the likely trails the remaining Jaffa planet side would use. Harry himself would keep watch on the ring room and see to the injured Robot Jack.

When the others left, Harry kneeled down and wrapped Robot Jack's wounds, the man clearly unhappy over being sent back by his counterpart after going through all the trouble of getting everyone access to the rings.

"So…" robot Jack hummed, "your new."

Harry finished tightening the last knot and settled in a ready crouch by the man's side.

"Yeah, Fan, Two others and I are part of a new program at the SGC, a sort of on base training program unique to SGC, soldiers specially trained from scratch specifically for the Stargate Missions called the Universal Solider Program."

"Wow, sending kids through the gate now, what pencil pusher came up with that idea?"

Harry chuckled, "that's almost exactly what Colonal O'Niell said as well, he wasn't to fond of me, still don't know if he likes me or not, but we get along…sort of. You know, he was the one who told me about the program and the Stargate."

"Huh, don't worry about it kid, your still alive and he took you along regardless, so I suppose the other, less handsomer me, at least tolerates you alright."

"Gee thanks, I can just feel the love" Harry said dryly, then more seriously, "you don't look so good," Harry eyed the silvery blood leaking at a continuous pace despite his efforts, "...your dying aren't you?"

"Wow, right for the jugular in the truth department, I like that, but yes, I am nearly out of power, and mysystems are to damaged to survive a reboot, it wont be long now."

Harry bit his lip. Harry had seen people die right before his eyes before, hell he had even killed one of them with his literal bare hands, but he had never…well, sat with a dying person and had a chance to talk with them during it.

"Is there…anything you need?" Harry asked lamely, not sure what to do.

"Wouldn't mind seeing the Simpson's one last time, I missed so many episodes. They don't get good television on that robot planet of ours."

Harry couldn't help the chuckle as he rested his chin on the butt of his axe.

"You know, your other self made me watch nearly all the episodes from that show. I keep up with the series occasionally to understand what he talks about…and don't tell him, but I actually somewhat like it from time to time too. I can…tell you about a few episodes I saw from the last season."

"The Halloween special?" he coughed, voice holding a distinct static buzz.

Harry smiled, even if it was watery around the edges, and nodded. He began speaking, and that's what he did for the time it took for SG1 to complete their mission. Occasionally during that time, explosions could be heard off in the distance, the remaining Jaffa on the planet meeting their makers through Fan's pride and joys, and Harry would tense and go to a nearby window to watch for the signal flare that would indicate immanent attack and then return to jack when things seemed all clear.

When original Jack ringed back down to the planet to report that the Ha'tak had been taken successfully, and Chronos killed as well as receive a report from his to youngest subordinates, he found Grey sitting with the robot's head in his lap, gun still at the ready, but otherwise regaling him with prime time television animation stories.

"…and then Homer decided to sign up on the island of man-animals and became a walrus!" Harry finished.

"I remember that episode, that's a good one," Original Jack said with a smile.

"Sir?" Grey looked up at him in concern.

Jack sighed rubbing the back of his head.

"We managed to take over the ship and kill Chronos," Jack replied.

"Teal'c and Carter?" Harry asked.

"Ours are alright, but the counterparts..." He shook his head, then in an unusually soft tone said, "Grey, why don't you go check in with that Firebug friend of yours and that Juna guy? Tell them that Chronos is dead and if the people don't believe it, they can have a look for themselves."

Harry frowned, "but what about other you? I mean, I was just catching him up on some things he missed and..."

Jack took a seat next to his counterpart, "Hey don't worry about it! I'll catch me up on all that he missed, no worries!" and he gave Grey that easy sardonic smile of his.

Harry nodded and slid out from under the grey and brown head to complete his task.

Jack waited until Harry had left before he looked down at himself. There was something disturbing about sitting next to your own, slightly younger, dead body.

Jack wordlessly closed his own eyes.

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They remained on the planet for another week to help the Juna people come to grips with their, yet again, free planet status and the fact that the Go'uld were not a gods.

The surviving Jaffa were given the chance to also come to the same realizations, and while some of them resisted, a surprising amount chose to be free and were sent to Chulak and Master Bray'tac. Those that refused to believe otherwise were sent to Chulak as well, though in chains, for their people to deal with.

Teal'c meanwhile was recovering back at SGC, having gotten injured while finally fulfilling his pledge for revenge after all these years. Harry was regretful that he couldn't be there with his Master, but Teal'c was privately glad Harry had not been there. Chronos had made no bones about hiding what he would do to Harry had he been there. It had been a tactic to distract Teal'c and it had worked, which was how he had gotten so severely hurt during there final one on one battle, and if it hadn't been for the fatal intervention of his counterpart, Teal'c might have been dead. Teal'c didn't say that out loud though and made sure to not mention it in his final report to Hammond.

When they were set to return to the Ha'tak, to be flown to the Tokra homeworld, Fan had decided to return to Earth as his own SG team needed him for a mining excavation.

Teal'c, when they were alone in his quarters on the night before they were due back to Juna to fly the ship back to Earth, he told Harry about how exactly Chronos had died, baring the mention of Harry, shot in the back by his robot self. He described with relish the look of confusion on his enemy's face as he drew his last breath. Though he was somewhat dissatisfied that he had not been able to kill him with his own hand, though his other self had honored them both in completing the task before he to succumbed to his injuries.

Despite missing out on killing Chronus with his own hands, Teal'c did inform Harry with a certain amount of zeal, that he believed that the time was drawing nearer that he would finally be able to exact his revenge on Tanith and he was looking forward to fulfilling his final vengeance vow.

Harry himself, as he said before, promised that he would stand at Teal'c's side. The Jaffa had smiled and gripped Harry's 'c was proud of his apprentice. He may not be a Jaffa born, but he had the honor of one, and he couldn't be more grateful to have him in his life.