When NASA agents showed up at his front door with a personal invitation, it should have been the best day of his life. Except, the invitation wasn't for him, it was for his parents. And instead of talking shuttles and spacewalks, the two crisply dressed men spent half an hour discussing "deep space telemetry" and ghost infestations. Telemetry, because it was some kind of collaboration project between the Air Force and NASA. Ghosts, because inevitably things in the Fenton household became involved in the supernatural. At the end of the half hour, the black government car drove away, leaving the Fentons with roughly five pounds of paperwork, a very valuable-looking check for an advance sum, and a pickup date at the airport.

"I just don't get it," Danny complained later that night, as his friends helped him with a little extracurricular activity. "Why would guys from NASA come representing the Air Force to get help from my mom and dad?" He dodged an ecto-charged nut that whizzed toward his head. It bounced across the the grass a few times, then dissipated with a sizzle of green energy. The half-ghost floated higher and peered suspiciously into the branches of a nearby tree. "I mean, couldn't the Air Force guys take care of this? Did they really have to get my hopes up?"

"And who has to sign their life away in non-disclosure forms just to visit some outmoded government think-tank and zap a few ghosts?" Sam added, unscrewing the lid of the Fenton Thermos and tossing it to Danny.

"You're forgetting the fact that outside of Amity park, zapping ghosts isn't an everyday thing," A vicious-looking squirrel-ghost launched itself out of the tree, just in time to be sucked in by the thermos. "Maybe they want to keep it quiet."

"So they come to Amity park and hire two of the loudest ghost experts in existence? No offense."

"None taken."

"There's another strange thing," Sam said. "Why bother with civilians at all when they could have called in the Guys in White?" The federal ghost-hunting division wasn't exactly what one would call competent, but they did have government funding.

Danny snorted. "Have you taken a look at their track record? Even my dad's caught more ghosts than they have. Besides, half their tech is just ripoffs of Fenton hardware."

"Point."

"Dude, this reeks of cover story," Tucker said, looking up from his laptop, which he'd set up on a park bench. "DST is legit, but it's been a scientific dead-end for ages." He did some more typing and whistled, grinning. "Rumor has it that DST is a cover for a government division that is in regular contact with aliens. This guy even says there's a confirmed connection between the DST and Area 51."

"What guy?"

"ETisHome22."

"Um, Tucker… Where are you reading this?"

"DStruth dot com , of course!"

"Woah. It has its own alien conspiracy theory website?"

"Are you kidding? Every organization has an alien conspiracy site. CIA, Peace Corps, Jehovah's Witness… You just have to know what you're looking for."

"Isn't that kind of like getting facts from the tabloids?"

"Don't doubt the power of the cybernet, Sam. It represents the collective consciousness of billions of sleep-deprived minds. How can it be wrong?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "I rest my case."

"Come on guys, this is serious." Danny floated to the ground, shifting back to his human form and looking from from one friend to the other. "What if this is some kind of setup by Vlad to get to my parents? Or even the Guys in White, after our ghost tech?"

"What if it's not, Danny? It could just be some random ghosts making trouble in a decrepit old research station, which your parents can handle just fine," she paused. "Well, your mom can, at least."

Danny shook his head. "No way. Nothing in my life is ever that easy."

"Stop being so paranoid, Danny," Tucker laughed. "The whole world isn't out to get you."

"Maybe not this world, no…" Danny grumbled. "But pretty much every ghost in the Ghost Zone is just waiting to kick my butt."

"If it makes you feel any better, just go with them," Sam said.

"Hello? They're going to hunt ghosts! Even if I stay invisible the entire time, everything they're carrying will be ghost-sensitive. I'll end up at the wrong end of the Fenton Peeler. They're still trying to shoot, kill, and/or capture me."

"Don't forget dissecting you molecule by molecule."

"Not helping, Tucker!"

A/N:

This will not be continued! This is a small collection of what-if prologues for DP/SG-1 crossovers. I don't intend to finish any of them. If you want to adopt one, please PM me.

SG-1 was one of my favorite scifi series, so I loved the idea of blending it with the DP universe. I tried a couple of different approaches, just writing whatever came to mind. These are the random scenarios I came up with to bring the two groups of characters together.

Any critique would be appreciated!

-Hj

Edit: To shorten editorial rambling. Sheesh.