Welp, here we are guys, the first SG-1/APH x-over on FF! *confetti* Hee, SG-chan feels so proud x3 Anywho, (somewhat) short prologue here; if you haven't watched The Shroud, beware of spoilers. Hell, if you haven't watched anything from season 9 or 10; beware the spoilers.

Disclaimer: Do you see Jack and Daniel making out in the show? That's the best indication I don't own Stargate SG-1. Do you see Japan admitting that yes, he and Greece did have sex and he absolutely loved it, or America and France ganging up on England for a hot threesome before bringing Canada into the mix? That is the best indication I don't own Hetalia.

Welp, onwards with the show!

Adria's eyes burned viciously as she stalked towards Daniel, who had just beamed onto the bridge of the Ori warship, his arms clasped unthreateningly behind his back. "I should never have trusted you!" the Orici hissed.

"They're about to shut down the Supergate to allow our ships through," he told her. "They've assembled the weapon and the Ancients didn't interfere." He turned to Sam and Teal'c, who were kneeling beside the dais, their weapons having been taken from them. "Right?" His former teammates watched him with looks of dawning betrayal. "You did exactly as I said, right?"

"Daniel, what are you doing?" Sam asked, hoping that what looked like what was happening wasn't. Daniel was always the conscience of their team, the one they could trust - to find out now that he had been lying to them, that they had been tricked when the fate of the galaxy hung in the balance?

"We can destroy the Ancients now and the Ori won't even have to fight." Daniel turned, his ashen expression turning to one of simple contentment. "I did this for you."

Adria shook her head as she tried to understand the situation thrust upon her, of her seemingly-traitorous convert not being so traitorous after all. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed at him. "You mind is closed to me."

The archaeologist's smile quirked up unapologetically as he replied, "Yeah," before he whipped one hand out from behind his back and blasted her with a wave of energy. The Orici flew backwards against the wall and was knocked unconscious.

"Daniel!" Sam cried as he fell to his knees. "Teal'c!" she admonished her other teammate who had taken his P-90 and was now aiming it at their teammate-turned-Prior. "What the hell is going on?"

"Sorry, I had to stall her long enough for this to work," Daniel told her, holding out an anti-Prior device which had been clasped in his other hand the entire time.

"You got through her personal shields!" the lieutenant colonel exclaimed.

"Yeah, that took a lot." Daniel's breathing was more labored now and he gladly accepted Teal'c's help as the two staggered towards the bridge's control chair. "Look, you gotta go arm the weapon."

"Are you sure you will be all right Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked, concern for his friend making his brow furrow.

"There… isn't much time left," he gasped. "Jack'll give the command, now go. Go!" He watched his friends reluctantly leave him behind as they went to go arm the Sangraal. He hoped that the plan would work…

Daniel toggled his radio on. "Jack." There was no reply. "Jack, you have to give the order." Silence. "Jack, please!" he pleaded, breathing raspy and stuttered. "I don't have much time - we don't have much time, give the order please!" There was a slight intake of breath on the other side, and Daniel could almost see the thoughtful expression on his best friend's face.

"Daedalus, this is General Jack O'Neill. Prepare the Mark IX."

Daniel's face split into a relieved grin. He'd believed him, Jack had believed him and this crazy insane plan could possibly succeed.

You did well young one, Merlin told him, pride suffusing his 'voice'. You remind me so much of him…

Him? Daniel wondered, his mind still active though his body was on the brink, requiring some much-needed rest. An Ancient you knew?

Of a sort. Arthur was my apprentice. The Ancient's tone was fond. Though if he even remembers me he no doubt hates me. Ganos Lal was not at all happy with him knowing of our existence…

Wait, still remembers? You mean there's another of you still on Earth, still alive?

Yes, Arthur still lives, though no doubt he has hidden himself from the normal humans of your world. So long as Britain remains, he will live on. Merlin's mental 'voice' was growing dimmer now, and Daniel could feel his strength fading. You must… find him. If our plan did not succeed… his kind may be the only thing left to stop the Ori…

Merlin? Merlin! Don't go! But it was too late. The Ancient's presence was gone from his mind now, and Daniel could feel as his body changed to the way it was before he became a Prior. He vaguely heard feet coming down the corridor and he just hoped that it was his team and not Ori soldiers before he slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

England stepped out of the shower feeling marginally better, as the hot water always served to soothe his aching muscles, whether it be after a day full of boring meetings he had to sit through or a day where he did nothing but sign paper after paper. He wrapped a towel round his hips after using it to dry his hair, small rivulets of water running down his legs and wetting the tiles beneath his feet as he walked to the door.

He slipped the pale green bathrobe on, depositing the towel on the rim of the bathtub before he walked out into the slightly cooler bedroom. His lips quirked upwards in a small smile as he saw the slouching figure at the desk, lit only by the small desktop lamp. "You're actually working."

"Yeah, after you got on my case enough times," came America's grumpy reply. "I'd have gotten around to it eventually you know. Reports from the SGC are actually pretty interesting to read sometimes."

"Yes, traversing about the galaxy does sound like fun, doesn't it?" Arthur chuckled.

"This coming from the one with the time-traveling phone booth," the other snickered.

"Hey, don't mock the Doctor," the Briton scolded, playfully slapping Alfred upside the head. "He could kick your arse twelve ways to Sunday if he so chose."

"I'm sure, I'm sure," Alfred laughed, grinning up at Arthur. "Bed now?"

"How many of those have you actually gone through?" England asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm caught up all the way up to this latest mess with Dr. Jackson being turned into a Prior," America informed him. "He's back to normal now," he assured England at his suddenly worried expression.

"Good," England nodded. Though he could just as well read the reports when they were given to him himself (Great Britain was part of the IOA after all), it was much more entertaining getting the information from Alfred, who had actually gone off-world several times, much to his former boss's consternation. "That lad's gotten through so much I wonder if he has some of the Fae looking after him."

"Everybody in the Stargate Program runs into weird shit, and could you not talk about magic before bed?" Alfred whined. "You know it creeps me out."

"My apologies luv," Arthur cooed, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "Would your delicate sensibilities be less offended if I took you to bed?"

"Much," America agreed eagerly. He leaned away from the desk as England bent down for a kiss, leaving the stack of reports on the desk.

Heh heh, bet y'all are gonna hate me for cutting out the juicy USUK/UKUS goodness, aren'tcha? Well, that would be because this story, believe it or not, actually focuses more around the plot than the romance. Full summary of the story can be found on SG-chan's profile page, which includes the pairings that will be included in this story.

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