Author's Semi-short Note: This is my first SG fic, and really the first fanfic in a while, for me. This is just a sampling, it's like almost three in the morning and my brain in on fire. Let me know if you like it? Please. It's a time travel fic, and hopefully this character will come back many times to help out SG1. She's just a lost teenage girl in this one. Everett

Chapter One

Our Only Hope In Life or Death

"Unscheduled Off-world Activation!" Those words had started off so many adventures and mishaps. Perhaps it was the Tokra, or the Asgard. Who else had their address?

Or it was Apophis. The little red spinning lights were flashing, making the world an anxious place. People were running. Some people barely looked up from their coffee and ancient tablets, and yes, you know who we mean. Others were excited for the break in monotony that the SGC had settled into in the last few weeks.

"Sir?" Col. O'Neill stepped into the control room and stretched his arms. "What's goin' on?"

"I don't know, colonel." Gen. Hammond turned his head quickly to Jack and then back to the closed iris in the 'Embarkation Room'. "There's no IDC code, and no one has tried to come through yet."

A young airman brushed past Jack. "Sorry, sir," she murmured. He ignored her. She went to one of the consuls and sat down. Matthews spoke to her for a moment in techno-babble. She said something back that was equally confusing.

The iris opened.

"What is going on? I gave no order to open the iris!" barked Hammond.

"I don't know, sir. The computer must have malfunctioned." Matthews poked at the keyboard. He placed his hand on the palm-reader-device-thingy. Nothing.

"Get Captain Carter down here!" Hammond pointed at the young airman. She scrambled to the phone.

A figure stepped through the tall standing pool of liquid. She seemed to be fiddling with something on her wrist. She didn't look at the twenty scary men surrounding her, or the even scarier women on the machine guns. "Ah, crap. Get off you stupid alien device thing!" She pulled at the ribbon of gold snaking up her forearm.

"FREEZE!"

When an airman, or soldier for that matter, yells at you to freeze, and this is an airman, or soldier, who is twice the size of you, you become as a glacier. Which is what our uninvited guest became. Her arms shot up past her head, pulling her tank-top up and her oversize jeans slipped down a few inches. She didn't notice. One doesn't notice your pants falling down when you are still deciding if you are to soil them.

"ADENTIFY YOURSELF!"

The girl looked around. This was obviously not an environment that she was familiar with. "Crap... I'm going to kill you, Theo..." She seemed to be saying this to herself, but even Col. O'Neill in the control room heard it. He didn't seem to think this was a threat, but the airmen, or soldiers, did, and zat-ed her anyway. She collapsed onto the metal grating of the ramp, and the wormhole, which, strangely, had been open up until this moment, disappeared.