Lieutenant Colonel Samual Carter, Reporting for Duty
"... because if I did, we all wouldn't be here!" Sam Carter spread her arms wide to indicate the dozens of versions of herself sitting around the one lab, in the one reality. For many of them, it was the wrong one.
"Ladies!" cried a voice from the doorway. Sam let her arms drop and spun around to face General Landry, who was standing there next to a tall, lanky man with close cropped blonde hair. He was also wearing a green SGC uniform and a rather disbelieving expression.
"This," said Landry to the Carters, clapping the man on the shoulder, "is Lieutenant Colonel Samuel Carter. He has kindly agreed to help us solve our little, heh, problem, so I'm leaving him in your care. Be nice." The General walked away, leaving Samuel to continue standing there, mortified. After he had left, most of the Carters turned back to their work, occasionally shooting curious glances towards the doorway.
A few seconds later Cameron Mitchell came swaggering down the hall.
"Hey Sam, what's up?" he said, recognizing his friend. Sam didn't reply.
"Sam? Sam! Helloo!" Cameron snapped his fingers on front of the other man's face. "Snap outta' it man." Still no response. "All right then. Whatcha' looking at anyway?" Mitchell leaned around Carter and poked his head into the lab. He looked at the Samanthas. He looked back at Sam. He looked at the Samanthas again. Then he began to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
"These Carters," he laughed, "are from every conceivable reality. And every single one of them is a woman. Except for you. I'm sorry man, but that hilarious. I gotta' go tell Danielle," Cameron said wiping the tears from his eyes, " She'll love this one."