Rewriting History

May 17, 2009

The last group of people, the original members of SG1 and former General Hammond fled through the gate just as the sun exploded.

May 17, 1972

Seven year old Danny was playing in the Great Pyramid at Giza, his supposed water asleep in his stand at the bazaar. He was tracing a faint squiggly line when he fell forward pushing it when he was walloped upside the head by an unseen force. He shook his head and stood to go, but when he turned he saw a gaping hole in the wall. He frowned then realized that when he pushed the squiggly thing it had sunk into the pillar slightly. He crept into the dark chamber and turned on his flashlight. The pale beam lit up a tunnel filled with writing, a story of conquest and defeat. The tunnel ended in a large room with a sarcophagus and a number of other things. Danny smiled happily and ran home to look for his parents, wait until he told them! But as soon as he got back to their tent he collapsed into a deep sleep.

Dream Sequence:

"No!" He watched his parents die, he struggled through grade school, he completed his doctorate, people laughed him out of academia for his ideas. Catherine, the Stargate, Jack, Shar're, Kowalski, Ra, Ferreti, Sam, Teal'c, Hammond, Frasier and the list went on and on. He saw them live, die, come back, be infested, be de go'aulded. He watched his life flash before him, what his life could have been.

End Dream Sequence

Daniel Jackson sat up with a gasp and looked around wildly, the last thing he remembered was fleeing- wait a second. He looked down at himself, small hands and his wrinkled mummy pajamas he'd ruined when he was eight. Swallowing he stood and peeked out of his partition. His parents, sitting there talking-alive. Overwhelmed he crept back to his bed, he had to have gone back in time, but why? Then he recalled the chamber from the day before, the DHD was there and a sarcophagus. But what to do? He was interrupted in his wondering by his mother.

"Danny," she smiled at him and came to sit next to him, "Feeling better? You were asleep when we got back." He nodded, not trusting his voice just yet and gave her a big hug. She laughed and snuggled with him for a few moments before pulling away. "Lets get you some breakfast, then you can visit Saruchen." He smiled and nodded.

"Morning Danny, how you feeling?" He smiled and gave his dad a hug.

"Fine." He said softly, still amazed that he was here, he was also determined to make the most of his renewed time with them. After breakfast he went to Saruchen's stall where he helped a bit then ran off to find a pay phone. He had to know if any of the others had come back too and the only person they would all contact was Catherine, not to mention that it was the only number he knew. He waited for the phone to ring and for her to accept the collect call.

"Hello this is Catherine,"

"Um, hello. My name is Daniel Jackson and I am calling about an artifact I found. It made of the same material as your doorway to heaven."

"How did you-"

"Please listen. I believe that it is the controlling mechanism. I heard about the doorway from a man here in Egypt who worked on your fathers dig as a young man. He is always telling me stories about other archeologists children."

"You mean you're a child?"

"Yes ma'am, I was playing around when I found it and I knew it was secret so I called you."

"Um, thank you but the military won't even admit that it exists." Daniel could hear the weariness in her voice.

"Then ask for it back."

"What?"

"Get them to give it back to you and find a private sponsor, in fact you may have others calling you soon."

"Why?"

"It's just a hunch. If you need to get ahold of me this is my number . . ."

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Jack O'Neill woke up with a start and rolled out of bed crouching. He slowly stood as he looked around his room, he hadn't lived in this room since he sold the place after his father's death and he went into the Academy. A quick inspection showed that he was indead in his old home and his 18 year old bbody. He thought back to what could have caused this, he really wasn't as dumb as he pretended to be - rrringgg!!!!!!! Ah ha!

"O'Neill."

"Carter? Thank God! Why the hell are we here?"

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Samantha Carter woke up dreadfully confused, she'd had a weird dream-that wasn't a dream she realized. Looking about she was at Ellsworth Air Force Base in the base houseing that she and her brother Mark had shared when she was eight. Was she the only one? No. Jack, Hammond, Daniel and Teal'c had all been gating at the same time, perhaps the sun exploding caused it? One way to find out if she was right. She went to the phone and after searching the phone book found Jack's number and dialed.

"O'Neill."

"Colonel?"

"Carter? Thank God! Why the hell are we here?"

"Um, I'm not certain but the temporal displacement could be caused by the sun exploding while we were traveling past it."

"Rrrightt. What now?"

"Um well we can't go back to the future so we stay here, find the others and do things better I guess."

"Sounds good, think George, Danny and Teal'c are around?"

"Yessir."

"To Catherine then, you want me to pick you up?"

"Would you?"

"Yep. I'm gonna call Catherine then look up George-"

"Actually sir, I have his number you call Catherine, I'll call Hammond and have him tell Mark that he's having you pick me up."

"Sounds good. Maybe Danny'll have already contacted Catherine or else we'll be wandering all over Egypt looking for him." Sam laughed.

"Yessir."

"And Carter, cut the Sir crap, I'm eighteen and there's no way in hell I'm going through basic let alone Iraq again."

"Yes Jack. But you'd better call me Sam."

"Sure thing Sammie." Click. The phone went dead, she glared at it a moment before searching for George Hammond's current number. She needn't have bothered.

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Captain George Hammond woke up with a start and blessed his bars that it was a weekend. Reviewing his dream and what it told him of the Stargate he realized that if Sam's research was correct he wasn't the only one with memories of a possible future. He got up and phoned the Carter residence.

"Sam, is that you?"

"Yes General."

"Any idea who else has memories?"

"So far just Jack and I, though I'm assuming Daniel and Teal'c have them also."

"I see and what's our plan?"

"The working plan is that you tell Mark you have some leave time and asked a friend to pick me up, that'd be Jack and he'll take me to New York to see Catherine and attempt to get control of the Gate."

"Good plan, I shall attempt to get a week of leave for next week. Now where is that brother of yours? . . . Hello Mark, Yes I have some leave- yes, and I knew you wanted to go on that class trip- no not a problem, I asked a friend of mine to pick her up. Perfect. By Mark. . . . It's a go Sam."

"Yes Uncle George. I'll see you soon."

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After she hung up with the strange boy in Egypt she had a few minutes before the phone rang again.

"Hello this is Catherine,"

"Er,, Hi. My name is Jack O'Neill I was wondering if you'd been contacted by Daniel Jackson-"

"I just got off the phone with a boy named Daniel."

"Splendid. Um, the phone isn't the best place to talk about this but we have quite the tale to tell but the doorway works and I, Sam, Danny and George know how."

"But-"

"Listen, I'll be in New York in a week we can talk then. Just try to get the air force to release the doorway to you. We'll find a location and set up shop."

"Um, this is moving very fast."

"Yes, but we want a jump start. Just promise to get the doorway and we'll tell you everything you want to know." Catherine was silent for a few moments thinking this over. An accident with the Doorway had killed Ernest, did she want to open it? As if reading her thoughts the young man on the other side continued, "And Ernest Littlfeld isn't dead, he went through the doorway, we can get him back."

"My Ernest?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"I'll see you in a week. The Doorway is mine, they have no use for it." As she hung up the phone she felt a weight fall off her shoulders, there were others to help her and Ernest was Alive. Somehow she trusted the young man she'd spoken with. She picked up the phone and dialed her contact in the Air Force. "Yes, I am calling about an object of mine that was leased to the government on a research grant in 1945 . . . ."

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