It's all over, now! More than two years in the making (I've been writing it for, like, four) and it's finally done.

Epilogue
Which Is Not An End

Victoria rocked back and forth nervously, her stomach churning in all sorts of creative new shapes as her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. A booted foot came up, scratching the back of her leg and she teetered unsteadily for a moment, catching herself on the desk and putting the appendage back down. For once, she wasn't decked out in extra BDUs, instead sporting a fairly nice pair of black slacks and a peacock top that complimented her eyes.

"I can't do this, Daniel," she muttered, beginning to pace.

The archeologist tried very hard not to chuckle at her distress, standing from his position on the bed; the two were in his quarters on Level 25, waiting to be summoned to a meeting with General Hammond. (In truth, Victoria was waiting, Daniel was just there for support and to make sure she didn't bolt.)

"I-I mean what if I did something wrong? What if he wants to throw me out for it? I haven't played any big practical jokes recent-" She stopped, paling. "Oh no…what if this is about the milk prank?"

About a week before, several days after their alien visitors had blown themselves to kingdom come or left, Victoria and Feretti had devised a humourous, but harmless, prank of enchanting the base's dairy supply to turn anyone who consumed it blue.

The spell only lasted for a few hours, but that day every person who drank coffee with milk or ate anything from the commissary that had dairy in it (it was fettuccini in alfredo day) turned a lurid shade of blue. Given the number of caffeine-addicted scientists the base employed, this included most of the technicians and almost all of the civilian staff.

The crowning glory of it all was when General Hammond himself appeared out of his office asking why the hell he looked like a Smurf.

"Ohgodohgodohgod, he's going to throw me off the base or, or, or send me to Antarctica or -"

Daniel grabbed her shoulders, halting her panicked pacing and turning her to face him.

"Victoria. Relax. You're not in any trouble, I promise," he said, rubbing his thumbs in circles on her shoulders idly.

She stared for a moment, zoned out, before snapping back to worry. "But-but-but-"

Sam chose that moment to stick her head in, a smile on her face.

"We're ready for you, Victoria."

The teen nearly fainted, digging her heels in as Daniel dragged her to the door.

"No, stop, please! I don't wanna go!" she protested as the blonde took her other arm and the two adults practically carried her to the elevator.

They went down to 28, the green girl nearly hyperventilated between her so-called friends. She barely resisted as they lead her out and down the hall to the 'Gate Room.

Maybe they're sending me to another planet to get me out of their hair.

The door slid open to reveal a good portion of the SGC standing at attention, General Hammond on the ramp looking…taller than usual.

All thought abandoned V as she walked in, totally on autopilot as she caught a brief grin from Ferreti and a wink from Jack.

She stopped at the bottom of the ramp, turning to face the chrome-domed CO of the base and swallowing so hard she was sure that the whole room heard her.

"Victoria Arella Logan," Hammond began.

Oh god, I'm in trouble. They never use your middle name unless you're in trouble. Oh man oh man oh man…

"For outstanding bravery in the face of alien hostiles, helping in the eradication of an alien incursion of this base and for going well beyond what we had any right to ask someone of your age."

Wait, what? Hold on a sec….

"I am proud to make you an honourary member of the SGC," he finished with a smile and handed her a patch, the white point of origin symbol standing out against the grey and black. "Thank you, and welcome aboard."

She took the patch numbly, not quite believing what was happening. After a few seconds of gaping like a beached fish, the gears meshed and she launched herself at the general, throwing her arms around his middle and hugging him tightly, not caring that her back still hurt, not caring that the entire base was watching, many of the personnel cheering or awing.

Arms encircled her after a moment and she murmured a tearful 'thank you' into his chest before letting go.

Within seconds she was mobbed, three quarters of SG-1 piling on top of her in a hug as Teal'c looked on in amusement. Ferreti and SG-4 was next, several mussing her hair and tossing ideas for future pranks. (The general, who was still more or less trapped on the ramp by the happy mass, looked on this with some distaste, but simply listened in to find out what to avoid for the next few weeks.)

Eventually the mob died down somewhat, several teams filing out with a smile and a nod of congratulations – or a noogie in Ferreti's case- until the only people remaining were SG-1 and General Hammond.

Seeing her opportunity, the teen took this as a chance to ask a question that had been nagging on her for the previous hour.

"So, do I get paid now?"

Later that night, Victoria sat on her very own bed, in her very own room on level 25. It was just down the hall from Daniel's and had a similar layout, but SG-1 had decorated it for her as a surprise, 'welcome to the base (officially)' type gift.

The walls had been painted a dark blue, silver stars (hand-cut by one Jack O'Neill, she was told) were dashed across, held on with duct tape of all things. A CD player sat on a desk, surrounded by her notes and scribblings on different languages and cultures, each colour-coded by ink. A bookshelf filled with tomes on every sort, from Shakespeare to Douglas Adams, stood beside it, its content organized by book size.

As she looked around, the teen had to try very hard not to cry, her eyes filling with tears as she read the note her friends had left. It was filled with jokes and teases, wishes and promises, but above all it had an incredible feeling of oneness. Of 'should you need us, we'll be there' that left her all kinds of mushy inside.

Placing the letter beside the framed picture of her and the team, she stood, opening the bottom drawer of the chest where she had shoved some things after moving (Daniel had essentially sub-let his room to her and given her a couple drawers, which were hurriedly transferred).

There, crumpled in a wrinkled ball, was the dress she had been wearing when she fell into this universe.

She looked at the item with mixed feelings, smoothing it out over the bed with care.

Part of her still ached for Jump City, for her family, and she supposed that some part of her always would, the same part that had kept the now stained and torn article.

The rest huffed at this, steadfastly believing that there was nothing worth going back to and her home was here. Hell, the rumpled mass of purple and black wasn't even hers, never being allowed to go on missions therefore not needing one –her younger sister Rachel had donated it for the one event that got her sent to the SGC.

Victoria dug through the pockets, searching for something, and came up with a folded photograph of the Titans. It was a family picture, really, taken with her Uncle Cy's finger cam, and they had done it July 4th of the year previous. Rodger had been away, training with J'onn Jonzz, making him the only Tower resident not in attendance, but everyone else had been there, even David's elusive grandfather.

Uncle Rob –technically Rich, but everyone still called him that – was furthest left, smiling with her Aunt Star and their kids, David and Mary. Then came Victoria's parents, her mother smiling ever-so-slightly and her dad wearing his usual goofy grin. Steve had even managed a smirk, arm around their baby sister who was beaming as she generally did.

Uncle Bruce was the furthest right, his hand on Victoria's shoulder in testament to the secret they shared and a sparkle in his eye that could pass for a smile if you squinted hard enough. The green teen herself was not smiling, either, but she just looked dejected, her eyes not on the camera but her parents, specifically her mother.

Looking back, she recalled their argument just before the picture was taken; the older sorceress had refused to let her go on a training mission, saying it was too dangerous despite the fact that both Steven and Rachel were going.

Unable to bear the memories any more, Victoria stuffed the picture back into the pocket, folding the dress and putting it in the bottom back of the lowest drawer before closing it. Turning back to the bed, her eye caught the calendar on the wall, obviously Jack's choice by the Homer staring back.

Two months, give or take a few days.

Two months since she had been beamed away from her universe to one that had welcomed her with open arms/

Two months that had meant more to her then the one hundred ninety-seven that had come before them.

Two months since she had gotten a home.

She turned away, crawling into bed and sending one last, long look at the bottom drawer.

"Not even if I could."

She rolled over, back to the chest, and turned out the light.

TTSGTTSGTTSGTT

"How is surveillance progressing?" a deep voice asked, sounding all the more menacing over the speakers.

"It's going well, sir. We've gained new information and found something interesting. The base has a new resident since we last checked in," the older of the two listening responded.

"One of our other operatives mentioned this. Why is it relevant?"

"She is young and has…abilities that could prove useful to us."

There was a pause that stretched for an eon before the deep voice responded.

"Is she alien?"

"No. Apparently she is from an alternate dimension."

"Bring her to us and we will see how useful she could be. Either she'll join us, or we'll learn what we can and dispose of her."

"Understood."

Both lines went dead and the youngest of the men remained still, silently cursing the darkness.

Credits/References (None of these are mine, I just edited the wiki.):

Stargate SG-1 (Show and film…sorta)
Teen Titans (Animated show, not comics)
The Justice League (Animated show, not comics)
stargate-sg1-solutions (dot) com (one of the best SG-1 sources out there)

Things SG Teams are Nop Longer Allowed to Do, by caffinebunny. Pretty sure that this is where INEBG was born. Go read it (link on my favs list).

Saffygirl – loyal reviewer since Chapter 4: Make Peace, Not War. You really helped to keep me going.

Sandstripe – loyal reviewer since Chapter 5: Kindred Geek. Helpful beta in the middle. Hunter of floating S's.

A Final Word:

Thank all of you for your patience with me, and I hope I can live up to all that all of you have done. More about Victoria and SG-1 will be up by the 25th, whether it's the beginning of the sequel or a oneshot remains to be seen.

The sequel's title will be Ties That Bind. Coming soon.