Tap tap tap, click tap tap click click, chirp chirp, plop!

"Fuck!" I scream as I toss a half filled water bottle I had lying beside me into the branches above my head.

"Fucking birds! goddammit that's gross." I mutter as I take one of the napkins from my lunch. Then wiped off the white blotch on the edge of my computer, crumbled it up and threw it away.

Sighing I finish the last few words of the letter I was writing before sending it off to three different e-mail addresses. When its done I sit up a little more while scrunching my back against the tree and I grabbed the mini-cooler beside me. Out of it I took a bottle of coke, and a 8 oz bottle of Jack Daniels. Pouring out half of the coke I then poured the Jack into the bottle and took a drink. I sighed as the familiar burn traveled down my throat.

That's when I pull back the hammer of my .357 revolver. You see, that gun was the whole reason I was out here, in the middle of North Dakota off on some back road field. So I could put it to my head and end it all.

Why you ask? It was simple, everything about me was a failure. Everything I did, I fucked up, no matter how simple it was I would without a doubt, do it wrong somehow. Yeah ok, not everything but all the important shit you know?. Like having a job, or a social life, for me its been all but impossible.

It was certainly not for a lack of trying. I've been trying to succeed for the past seven years of my life. Ever since I graduated early from high school I was out and about working this job or that, but they all ended the same. With me getting fired, mostly because I was constitutionally incapable of consistently coming in on time.

After two years and three jobs later I figured it was time to try something else. So I went to college, and got a two year degree for welding. For a while, things were good. I was raking in the money, more then enough to live in a high class apartment building and saved quite a bit each month. But alas, the same problem I had before school plagued me again. Eventually, I was let go. Which actually wasn't a problem thanks to the oil boom, it took me less then a day to find a new job. So I was once more set for another year.

This cycle continued over the next three years, during which I fulfilled my promise to get my parents out of debt. Which left them with a healthy cushion to boot. It felt good for a time, I was proud, that despite my failures, I was still making it in life.

It didn't last of course. I wasn't satisfied, I grew restless and eventually I left my last job on my own accord. I took a trip around the country, seeing the sights and finding myself. But when I finished my soul searching trip, I hated myself. I hated myself for something out of my control, even now I feel disgusted which feels like my skin is crawling. For reasons I dare not even think anymore.

Now here we are. At the end of this farce of a life with a bottle of booze in one hand and a high powered revolver in the other. I was here of course to end it all.

Now with that, I take one last drink from the bottle before tossing it away. I looked up one last time at the sun and bring the pistol into my mouth. I began leaning into the awkward two handed grip I had on it, with the shadow of the tree covering me as I put my finger on the trigger.

"Wait! What?" I pause as I realize something is wrong, apart from the obvious. Looking up I stare at the sun again, I was confused before I leaned over and glanced behind me. At the sun.

"What the fuck?" I said as I looked back towards the second sun, only to see it rapidly growing in size, and I realize what it was, a meteor. If I couldn't see the tail of it, that meant it was coming right at me.

"Oh! fuck me." I said simply as I dropped the gun and laid back against the tree, waiting for the end to come.

Meanwhile in the next five seconds, as I stare at the ball of fiery death headed towards me, the impossible happened and everything I thought I knew takes off out the window like a bat out of hell.

"What the hell!?" I screamed as I shot to my feet, moving faster then I ever have before and I run perpendicular to the object, for it was no meteor. What it was my mind refused to believe, but I knew the shape, the color, and the orange glow coming from the rear of it. Everything I knew told me it was a tel'tak cargo ship from stargate sg-1. However everything else I knew told me that it was impossible.

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Six hours after the extinction of the Asgard race.

Colonel Samantha Carter was distraught, and ecstatic, along with a mix of countless other emotions. She was currently crawling over the Asgard upgrades recently made to earth ship Odyssey. Which was gifted to man by the late Asgard race. However it was a bittersweet experience for the colonel, as this marvelous technology came at a great cost. The life of every single Asgard in existence.

As it stands, while she was excited, and enthusiastically going over the Asgard core. She lacked her usual glow when dealing with new and exciting technology. For she was mourning the loss of a great friend, Thor. The supreme commander of the Asgard fleet had been earths greatest benefactor when it came to the Asgard high council. She couldn't even remember how many times they had saved each others lives.

Yet, despite the loss she was doing her best to learn about the gift's given to them. For in there dying moments, they had gifted mankind with everything they possessed. Absolutely everything, from there simplest of history's to there greatest technologies. It was there legacy, and it was mankind's job to protect it, at all costs.

If only she new, that before the core was in there possession for twenty four hours, they would fail that task. As she was going over a diagnostic, the door to the core room opened, and in comes a familiar face. One she has worked with since the start of her career at the sgc.

"Daniel, what are you doing here?" she asked rather confused to which Daniel just frowns.

"You need a break Sam, you've been in here for the past six hours. Come to the mess Mitchell, Vala, and Teal'c are there waiting for you." he asked with a rather pleading look in his eyes which reminded her of a hurt puppy.

Hesitating Sam sighs and nods. "I am rather hungry, I suppose I could grab a bite to-" she starts to say with a smile only to be cut off as a series of red lights start flashing and klaxons blare.

"General quarters, general quarters, all hands man your battle-stations, this is no drill!" a voice blares over the intercom. Sam and Daniel share a glance for a moment before they nod at each other and he took off running towards the bridge while Sam headed back to the core. She canceled the diagnostic she was running and reached for the com then linking it to the bridge.

"This is carter, whats going on?" she asks simply and a moment later general Landry responds.

"Three incoming hyperspace tracks, there speed puts them at two Goa'uld Ha'taks and a cargo ship. We are receiving a distress call from the cargo ship. Bring the main engines online and set weapons to standby Sam." general Landry orders back through the com. Sam gets to work, bringing the shields to full capacity and routing power to the engines along with the weapon systems.

"Roger that sir, engines coming online now. You will have full military thrust in ten seconds, weapons on standby and shields at 100%." Sam calls back calmly, just as the ships dropped out of hyperspace just past earths moon.

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"Report, give me a sit-rep on the contact's" general Landry ordered calmly as the Odyssey maneuvered on a intercept course.

"One tel'tak and two Ha'taks, just as we thought sir." major Marks strings out calmly before going on.

"I'm receiving a distress call from the cargo ship, putting it on sir." he says as he presses a few commands on the console and a moment later the small view screen pops to life with a fuzzy image covered in static of a jaffa wearing Ba'als symbol.

"Zzzzshhh, An'ran of zzrch Tok'ra, requesting zzzchssshhh aid, zzzsch-sustained damage, zzssch reality dri-zzzsch overloading zsch cant stop-zsch host zsch dying zzzsch help" The already fuzzy transmission cuts out as the ship sustains a glancing blow from one of the Ha'taks staff cannons.

"I've heard enough, weapons to full, and blow those mother ships out of the sky!" Landry orders and marks deftly maneuvers the ship towards the Goa'uld mother ships.

"Sir, one of the mother ships is hailing us." Marks said in a concerned voice.

"On screen." Landry orders and once more the view screen flashes to life much clearer this time.

"Tau'ri scum! This is a matter of internal security for our god, move or be destroyed!" A jaffa bearing Ba'als symbol barked out before cutting the link.

"Well that was short lived. Marks, one shot a piece from the new plasma beams should do nicely." Landry orders as Marks nods and a moment later with a sound like nails on a chalkboard. Two white hot beams of hyper-condensed plasma rocket out of two of the firing ports on the odysseys hull. Each on different trajectory's with both connecting with the Ha'taks within milliseconds of each other. There golden shields flared intensely around the impact sight for a fraction of a second before collapsing altogether. Allowing the beams to move on, piercing the center of the golden pyramid at the core of the ships superstructure. Then breached there power-cores within seconds, causing them to explode in a shower of debris, pieces no bigger then a car survived.

"Well, That was even better then I thought it be." colonel Mitchell said, having arrived on the bridge seconds before Landry gave the order to fire.

"Indeed it was Mitchell, the new weapons are impressive." Teal'c says in response walking in behind him, both looking to Landry a moment later.

"Whats the status of the cargo vessel?" general Landry asked Marks.

"I'm reading slight damage to the outer hull, but there is some sort of power build up. I cant tell what kind of energy this is." Marks reports and Landry nods before pressing a few buttons on his chair console then speaks.

"Carter are you reading this? What can you tell me." general Landry asked Carter through the com.

"I'm not sure sir, I don't know what to make of it but I swear I've seen this kind of reading before though..." Carter said in a puzzled tone.

"Alright, I've heard enough beam that pilot to medical now." the general orders as marks speaks up.

"Sir! Energy levels are spiking something's happ-what the hell!?" he shouts as he hunches over his screen.

"It's gone sir." he says confused.

"Did it explode?" Mitchell chimes in.

"No sir it just.. disappeared. I don't know how to explain it..." he says trailing off, leaving them all confused...

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"What the hell! I mean WHAT THE HELL!?" I screamed as I push the hammer back into the safe position. I'm standing a hundred feet away from the tree and my truck, give or take a few meters. I am unable to believe what I'm seeing as the ship, for there was no doubt in my mind that's what it was, came skimming over the treetops at the edge of the clearing getting lower and lower as it gets closer.

"Oh fuck me! NOT THE TRUCK!" I screamed out as it crashed into the ground mere feet in front of my brand new Ford F-150 2013. It sent dirt and grass flying everywhere. A few second's later bits of metal flew and tore through the middle of my baby like it was tissue paper. It kept going until it crashed into the tree where I was sitting moments ago. It only stopped when the tree was half uprooted and leaning at a near forty-five degree angle.

"What. The. Fuck!" I shout as I stare at it in disbelief for what seems like hours, but in reality was about ten seconds. When my mind started working again I gasped in air as I realized I wasn't breathing before I exhaled slowly.

"Ok... this... is happening... I... oh fuck me, time to wing it." I mutter to myself as I cock the hammer of my revolver back once more. Then I started walking forwards slowly, keeping my gun slightly raised in front of me as I approach the ship.

As I near it a panel on the side of it hisses causing me to jump back and aim at it. The panel moved out and slides to the side revealing it to be a door. From this door another impossibility appears, a man, or to be more precise a jaffa in real chain-mail armor and was holding his side where blood is clearly leaking from. The symbol of Ba'al on his forehead, which makes a perfect spot to aim for.

"Freeze! Who the hell are you!?" I shout out as the man looks up at me and his eyes flash a golden glow for a moment causing the gun to start shaking in my hands.

"Please, help. I am an'ran of the-" The Goa'uld started to speak when I realized something.

"Tok'ra?" I interrupted him asking in disbelief as I slightly lower my gun, still having trouble believing the situation. He merely nods in response before collapsing against the side of the hatch.

"Please. Help. My host is dieing, I cannot save him." he speaks in the distorted voice I'm familiar with from the show. In response to which I just gape at him not knowing what to say as I stare for a moment.

"I... I dont know how to help you, I'm not a doctor... wait... you don't mean.. ahh... oh shit." I say as he nods when I ask causing me to flinch.

"uhhh uhh.. shit! Fuck! Shit! fucking hell!" I shout as I stomp my foot on the ground. I then turn around while putting my hands on my head and pulling my hair.

"Please, there is not much time. My mission is of utmost importance..." he says trailing off and I audibly gulp before turning back to him. After a moment I nod, having made up my mind.

"Ok... ok.. ill do it, but first.. tell me something only a Tok'ra would know. I am not getting body-jacked." I said causing his eyes to widen as he stares at me.

"How do you-" I cut him off before raising my gun at him.

"I have to be sure! Tell me... tell me who was the mate of Lantash?" I demand as I point the pistol at his head.

"Martouf, Martouf was lantash's mate." He says and I sighed lowering the gun and once more setting the hammer back in safe position as I nod.

"How... how do I do this.." I ask, my hands shaking as I kneel beside him.

"Just open your mouth and get close to me, don't bite down." He says simply and I sigh nodding as I do what he says.

~SQUELCH!~

"Ahhhh-hhhh!, huh?" I yelp out in pain pausing when my voice changes getting the same metallic undertone to it An'ran had a moment ago.

-Thank you Micheal. The blending was successful, but im afraid I have been to badly injured, even in your body I cannot survive- I flinch as I hear a voice in my head, even more so when I hear what he is saying.

"Crap!" I shout to myself, as I remember the show, or more precisely what happens when a Goa'uld symbiote dies inside a host.

-Amazing, it is all but fiction in this reality...- I "hear" An'ran speak and I smile while laughing before freezing up when I'm hit with a wave of memory's that aren't my own. In particular An'rans last mission that ended with his arrival here.

"Oh... my... fucking... god..." I whisper out as my eyes slowly widen to epic proportions, all thought leaving my head for a moment in disbelief as my mind starts to race, thinking of all the possibility's. Everything I ever wanted, hoped for, Dreamed of!. What I used to think of as a pathetic form of escapism was now reality. The stupid fan fiction I wrote was now REAL!. I'm pretty sure I would have gone into shock if it wasn't for An'ran as my mind flew a mile a minute, anything was possible. Even that. I was ecstatic, at least until I froze up once more realizing my thoughts weren't just my own anymore, and my look of excitement slowly turns into one of horror.

- I am sorry Micheal. I feel your pain as if it were my own. You need not worry, I have mere moments left in this life. I will use my last moments to save you from the death you fear. Before I do I give you my support, with your knowledge you may well finally bring peace to the galaxy, and many others. Now go forth young rose and fulfill your dreams... goodbye...- I flinched when I hear his dying words, a few tears streaming down my face before a migraine to end all migraines hits me.

"Ahhhh!" I scream out in pain as I fall to my knees, my hands clenching my head as it throbs in pain. I feel An'rans essence fading from me, then his memory's hit me. Over a thousand years of experience crammed into my tiny skull. I groan as I get the highlight reel of it as major points of his life flashed before my eyes, from his birth to his final moments. All in the span of seconds.

"Fuck me. I need an aspirin..." I mumble as I slowly stand up with my head pounding. I pause as I looked at the tel'tak in front of me. Wincing in pain as another wave of memory's hit me.

"Cool. I know how to pilot that thing..." I mumble to myself before pausing mid step as I lean over and grabbed the side of the ship for support as I empty my stomach contents.

"Uhhhh... that... was to be expected I guess..." I murmured with a frown on my face as I took in these new memories.

Wiping my mouth off, I stand up straighter and sigh as I look at the ship in front of me. I Paused as the reality of the situation hits me, I mean REALLY hits me and the enormity of the tasks ahead of me are realized.

"Just how in god's name am I going to do this? How am I suppose to remember everything I need to... oh." I stop mid sentence as I start grinning like a madman.

"Alright. Lets do this." I said as thousands of possibilities were running through my mind.