A couple of emails alerted me to the fact that I don't really tell you much in the story summary. That's true and it's because of the limited number of characters allowed to explain anything. Here's more about the stories in case you want to read more than this first one. Warning - contains spoilers for the movie and for the stories... sort of. :)

These are missing scene stories for the movie and all of them occur in the new time line.

#1 is about Sam, Daniel and Cam on the submarine after Daniel meets Colonel Jack O'Neill.
#2 is about Hank Landry and how he is alerted and what he finds when he gets there.
#3 is mostly SG-1 and how they react to being told they are going to be separated and denied involvement in any future stargate program. Landry is in it just a little.
#4 is when Jack gets home to Sara and Charlie after meeting SG-1 and finding out about aliens and stargates and alternate time lines.
#5 is Jack and Hank at a bbq at Jack's house after they've both gotten home from meeting SG-1 and learning about things.
#6 is Hammond and President Hayes after SG-1 is sent off to get a power source for the ancient weapon.

I stopped the series with Hammond and Hayes talking about Jack rather than trying to write Jack fighting Cronus, SG-1 living in the new time line or Cam living in 1929 and waiting to get aboard the Achilles in 1939 to stop Ba'al. It seemed like a good place to end it. Thanks for being interested in these stories and please don't hesitate to tell me what you think about any of them. Feedback of all kinds is good for me.

#1 - This is a missing scene story for the Stargate movie "Continuum." A version of it was originally posted to a group on yahoo, but it's been rewritten with lots of help from zeilfanaat.

Warnings? None really except spoilers for the movie and the series.

"Way to go, Jackson"

An angry Colonel Jack O'Neill exited the ward room, leaving SG-1 stunned and silent. They could see his back in the doorway as they heard his instructions to the officer of the guard.

"Alright, they can have access to food, water and any medical attention they might need. But they cannot go past this door except to use the head. And nobody comes in or out until we can surface and deal with these freaks."

The guard acknowledged the orders and a second later the Colonel was gone. SG-1 was left alone, though the door remained partially open. The two Air Force officers looked intently at each other. What had just happened? The archaeologist's brow creased in troubled thought. The seconds ticked away and O'Neill did not return. They heard footfalls from the corridor and looked toward the door. The sound of someone walking receded and still no O'Neill. The three looked at each other with a measure of uncertainty before Daniel Jackson clenched his hand into a fist and hung his head. The Colonel wasn't coming back.

Ticktock... ticktock... ticktock. Finally Cameron Mitchell chimed in with a sarcastic, "That went well."

Samantha Carter sighed in frustration and Daniel Jackson shifted awkwardly, gently rearranging the blanket across his lap as he tried to get more comfortable. He'd been staring straight ahead, but he glared right at Mitchell and snarled, "Ya think?" in true Jack O'Neill fashion. He was still trying to come to terms with "Jack" in their current timeline. Not being recognized by his friend had unnerved him.

Samantha Carter was having the same problem. First General Jack O'Neill had been killed by Ba'al, and now here he was alive and well. A Colonel instead of a General, but it was O'Neill… and then again it wasn't. There were similarities, but also distinct differences. Her hopes had soared when he had recognized her out on the ice, or at least she thought he had. Now that she took time to think, it hadn't made sense at all. When asked how he got there so fast, he'd admitted being there for a drop with special forces. A different timeline meant differences, and mentally she was lagging behind. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Briefly closing her eyes, she forced herself to concentrate. O'Neill had been very comfortable hailing the sub and climbing aboard. He had gained access to the satellite photo with no problem at all. She wondered if he had ever been on a submarine before and how he knew how to use the equipment. The LTJG guarding them had accepted his authority without even a question, but it wasn't just rank that compelled the guard to follow O'Neill's orders.

The Colonel and the sub Captain were of equal rank, both O-6. It was the Captain's command, his boat and his crew. No, it definitely wasn't about rank. This was about the new mission. The mission that had started as soon as the satellite picked up the active stargate. That mission had gone from investigation to rescue when they had plucked Daniel from the ice and heard Cam's radio call. The mission that had three people who were where they didn't belong, geographically and in time. Colonel Jack O'Neill had been diverted and ordered to investigate. The Captain had the sub, but O'Neill was in command of the mission, and that meant he was in charge of the three of them. Suddenly deciding that, with the guard listening, they should be careful about what they said, Sam opened her eyes and looked to her teammates. She intended to tell them her thought, but before she could say anything about any of it, Mitchell jumped in again.

"Way to go, Jackson," he half sighed, his own frustration evident. None of this was supposed to be happening. He had looked forward to Ba'al's demise. Vala had stressed it was an extraction, not an execution, but he knew, Vala knew, they all knew that the Tok'ra would never let Ba'al stay alive to take another host. General O'Neill dying had been a major blow. Cam's failure to protect the man kept his gut twisting. Carter's response was a bit of a surprise. He had to drag her away when she hesitated to follow the General's order to get to the gate. Cam figured it was shock more than anything else. That and O'Neill hadn't used his last breath to say good-bye or anything else of a personal nature. Cam wasn't surprised. Knowing he was dying, knowing he wouldn't get another chance, the former SG-1 leader, the former SGC commander, and now head of Homeworld Security had done what he'd always done. He'd taken care of his people. If they hadn't left when they did, their time line would probably have been lost forever. And they wouldn't have had any clue about it at all. At least that's what his brain was telling him. In his estimation, General O'Neill's order had saved the three of them and preserved a chance, no matter how small, of restoring their own time line. Cam believed himself to be a good AF officer, but he hoped that someday he could be on a level close to Major General Jack O'Neill.

Daniel had spent the last few seconds thinking, and remembering. Before his rescue he had thought about Sam and Mitchell, and the unlikely possibility that they would find anyone or that anyone would find them. He had thought about Vala and Teal'c and what might have happened to them, and the Tok'ra. He tried not to think about Jack. His death at Ba'al's hand was still too painful. His brain had tried to make sense of the Stargate being underwater and what it meant. He had wondered if the second one was still hidden deep in the crevasse in Antarctica. But mostly he had thought about being extremely cold... and probably dying... or if Oma would offer him ascension again.

Suddenly irritated by Mitchell, he loudly pitched back, "It's not my fault things are different."

Their guard outside the door gently cleared his throat, confirming Sam's assumption that he was listening. Daniel shrugged and threw a defiant look at his teammates, his emotions boiling over. His hand found a roll of medical tape on the edge of the bed that the medic had left behind and not thinking twice, he flung it across the room. It hit the wall with a loud thunk before falling to the floor. Carter and Mitchell glared at him as the guard once again cleared his throat. The entire situation sucked, and Daniel wasn't being shy about expressing his displeasure, but he also knew he should calm down and control his emotions. The conversation with O'Neill hadn't gone well, and all three of them were trying to figure it out. Nobody was to blame, not really. Maybe they should have done more listening and a lot less talking. Did any of them really believe that the people in this new timeline would just accept what SG-1 had been telling them? If their roles had been reversed, they would have been more than a little skeptical too.

Mitchell felt like yelling at Jackson. Instead he kept his own emotions in check and in a low voice asked, "Did you have to bring up his kid?" He knew about O'Neill's son, many at Stargate Command had some knowledge about the child, but nobody, NOBODY, ever brought it up.

"No, but… I… I just thought maybe if anything was the same here it would be… that." Daniel looked obstinate, believing his own words, but also knowing that O'Neill's outrage was justified. He'd accused the man of responsibility in the death of his own son. And in this timeline it hadn't happened.

Sam had to speak up, her words soft and caring. "It might have been better to just mention his son, not his death... and especially not the way he died."

Her own thoughts had spun round at tornado speed and kept settling on the words 'dead astronaut'. That's what O'Neill had called her. In this timeline, the boy was alive and she was dead. Her scientist brain was still having trouble with that concept. What about her brother and his family? Were they in San Diego in this timeline? Did her father get cancer? Had he died? No Stargate meant no Stargate program so the other Samantha Carter had gone on to NASA. Had she married? Did she have children? She hadn't changed her name, but that didn't mean anything. The questions swirled through her mind until Daniel's voice grabbed her attention.

"Yeah okay, I guess I could have said that …. better." The admission was unusual for Daniel Jackson. He didn't often confess to making a mistake. It was no surprise that he had stopped short of apologizing.

Meanwhile, Mitchell's thoughts went back to the earlier conversation they had had with O'Neill. He had hated it and was kicking himself for his own stupid question. How could he have asked him about getting there fast? His brain really was fried. Jackson was drugged, he had an excuse. But he and Sam were just tired. The events on the Tok'ra planet had sucked, and four hours of walking in the freezing cold hadn't been fun, but their brains should still be working. Sam had tried to convince O'Neill about the timeline, but she hadn't sounded credible and that was out of character for her. She wasn't focusing any better than Jackson.

"This timeline is different." Mitchell's statement got a snort from Daniel, and Sam rolled her eyes. "The question is, how different is it?"

He expected them to jump in with all kinds of predictions. Instead neither one said anything, so he asked again. "For our situation right now. Right now." He looked straight at Sam's face, his eyes boring into hers. "What are the most important things, right now, that will just kill us if they're different?"

Sam dropped her gaze from his and sighed, "No stargate, no stargate program."

This was good. She was thinking again. "Okay. That doesn't necessarily kill us directly, but certainly makes it more difficult to get things back to the way they're supposed to be. What else?"

Daniel chimed in with, "Entropic cascade failure."

Sam was quick to correct him, which convinced Mitchell that she was back on track. "Temporal entropic cascade failure is a side effect of travel to an alternate reality."

"Yeah, a fatal side effect," Daniel snarked.

Mitchell watched Sam smile slightly before she stated, "That shouldn't happen." She looked at Mitchell's blank expression and knew she needed to explain. "We're not in a different reality. It's the same reality, just a different timeline. Ba'al went back in time and changed it."

Mitchell didn't want to talk about Ba'al. "Okay, no dying from entropic whatever. What about the political climate?"

Sam and Daniel stared at him. Mitchell didn't care, they had gotten off track. "Who is President of the United States?" He knew it might not kill them, but he wanted to know. Heaven forbid it was Kinsey or someone just as bad. He shuddered. That would actually kill him, one way or the other.

Daniel giggled before admitting, "Henry Hayes is the President."

"In our timeline, Daniel," Sam reminded him. "We don't know if he is President in this new timeline."

Daniel giggled again. "I know I've been drugged, but I also know that Hayes is President here too."

Mitchell had to ask, he had to know. "You know this... how?"

"These Navy guys were pretty curious and they wanted to know a few things. You know, like, name, rank and serial number." He giggled again. "Anyway, they asked a few and I asked a few. And the corpsman working on my leg was pretty chatty." He looked at them with raised eyebrows.

"Go on, guess what I found out." Nobody felt like guessing. It had been a hellish day and everyone was exhausted. Daniel realized immediately that he should just tell them what he knew.

A few minutes later, Cam and Sam knew that Henry Hayes was President, but Kinsey was not VP. He had served in the Senate, but when Hayes was elected he had become Secretary of State. The US military was fighting in Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan. On a lighter note, the Green Bay Packers had won the last super bowl, Katie Couric was still on The Today Show, and Fidel Castro had died 20 years ago.

Mitchell almost couldn't believe that Jackson had mentioned anything about football, but thinking about what he hadn't told them, Cam had to ask, "What about 9/11? We're at war, so I assume..." It was an obvious conclusion.

Daniel nodded and replied solemnly, "9/11 happened... except flight 93 didn't go down in Pennsylvania."

Carter and Mitchell looked surprised so Daniel continued. "The last call from the plane said the terrorists were killing everyone and the caller wanted his wife to know he loved her before they got to him. That plane also crashed into the Pentagon." He hesitated for only a moment before adding, "Over 1300 died." He waited for that to sink in before revealing another puzzle piece, different from their time line. "Most people evacuated the Twin Towers before they collapsed. Not as many people died as in our time line, including fire, rescue and police. It was still horrible, but many more people died at the Pentagon."

The three time travelers stayed quiet for a while before Mitchell pulled two chairs across the floor, closer to Daniel's perch. He indicated for Sam to take one, stating, "We need a plan." Sitting down he asked, "Is it too late for a plan?"

His attempt to lighten their moods was met with glares which quickly changed to small smiles. The timeline was different and they needed to do something to fix it, but at least they were alive to do something about it. If they hadn't been in the wormhole when everything changed, nobody would know anything about the stargate or Ba'al. Hopefully they'd have the opportunity to do something... anything.

Carter flopped into the chair next to Mitchell. She was exhausted. They didn't have a stargate and they'd had no luck getting O'Neill to even listen. Her normally brilliant brain had no ideas about a plan. For many seconds nobody said anything. They were each buried in their own thoughts. The floor of the submarine moved just a little. It was just enough to notice, but not enough to cause anxiety. At least not more anxiety than the three of them were already feeling.

Unable to remain silent for long, Daniel groused, "I wonder how long we'll be in this tin can."

His query broke into the private thoughts of the others as he added, "Not that this is the first time I've been on a submarine." Smirking, he looked right at Sam.

She smiled, remembering. "At least this submarine has more room than that little Russian one."

Everyone knew about the mission to shut down the Russian stargate. Carter and Daniel had lived it and Mitchell had read about it. They didn't know if the US and Russia were on friendly terms in this timeline. The only reference so far had been on the ice, when it was revealed that a Russian submarine was in the area and nosing around. That announcement had given no indication as to whether it was friend or foe, so the three timeline jumpers could only wonder.

Mitchell voiced his opinion first. "Great, someone might be listening to this conversation and we're mentioning Russians. For all we know they're bad guys in this version of history and now they'll think we're spies."

Carter and Daniel shared a look, each instantly remembering another time travel experience, a different kind of experience. On that mission they had gone back in time, not to a completely changed version of history. Mitchell was a little bit slower, having learned about that mission in a back door sort of way. He noticed the looks on his teammates faces, but he didn't add to his own statement. Daniel and Sam both grinned, enjoying the memories of meeting Lt. George Hammond, Teal'c learning to drive, hippies, tie dyed shirts and Cassie as an adult sending them home. And no temporal entropic cascade failure either. Daniel's eyes sparkled as he asked Sam, "Doesn't this remind you just a little of 1969?"

Sam cocked her head slightly, gazing right into Daniel's eyes. With 1969 memories fresh in her mind, she couldn't help herself, and without worrying about the guard or anyone else listening in, she quipped, "Da."

They started laughing. Even Cam. Was it genuine humor at their similar situation? Was it relief at being rescued since it could have easily gone the other way? Or was it just a little bit of fear about their futures, and the future of Earth in their own timeline? The levity only lasted a minute and then they were silent. Each member of SG-1 was suddenly too tired for good reasoning. Worrying and wondering about what might happen next would just have to wait a little while.

The End

Thanks to both zeilfanaat and bats212 for their input and beta skills, and thank you for reading. Please review.