Sam studied the file in front of her on Dr Daniel Jackson as they tried to track down his whereabouts. In the alternate universe where she met herself (in the military) and another version of her dead husband, she'd met the archaeologist. Sam had been surprised how much he was respected by that version of the SGC.

Catherine had suggested that they ask him for help back when they were first trying to get the gate open but Sam hadn't thought he was a good option and talked her out of it. She was regretting the decision now as it appeared he managed to open the Gate a year before Sam had. And he had found a way to stop the Goa'uld attack on Earth.

So now that everything had settled down after the Asgard had helped them Sam had decided to track down the man in this universe. He had been in the middle of the desert when the attack happened but was now in Chicago which where Sam was now.

Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door to his office a little surprised as a woman opened the door.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking for Dr Daniel Jackson," Sam stated, "I was told he was here."

"Come on in," the other woman said moving back to allow Sam through the door, "Genius boy is in his office finishing grading the papers he should have graded last week."

"I heard that," a man called from within the office before he appeared in the room, "Rochelle, who is it?"

"Dr Jackson," Sam smiled, he looked almost exactly the same except his hair was longer, "I'm Dr Carter. Can we speak in private?"

"No problem," Rochelle said grabbing her bag, "I'm going for lunch anyway. Daniel, don't forget to finish those papers."

Daniel rolled his eyes, waiting until she'd left the room before he turned to Sam, "Her job description is assistant but she more or less runs our lives. What can I do for you, Dr Carter?"

"You're aware of the ships that appeared in the sky several months ago?" Sam asked.

Daniel let out a snort of laughter, "Who isn't?"

"Have you heard anything else?"

"Are you talking about the whispers that the government knew about these 'aliens'?" Daniel asked, amusement creeping into his voice, "Or that another group of aliens got rid of them?"

"Both," Sam replied, she leaned against the desk, "And they're both true."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, "Why are you here? I know I'm seen as a nut after the lecture I gave but one, I never mentioned aliens and two, I have no idea what kind of skills I have that you could use."

Sam shrugged, "To be honest neither am I. But you come highly recommended and at the moment we need all the help we can get. I'm here to offer you a job, if you want it."

Daniel frowned at her, "Job?"

Two weeks later Daniel stood staring at the Stargate, he turned to the woman standing at his side, "I think I want the job."