"Sorry, Sir for not changing but I heard the message was urgent." Sam carter was walking into the infirmary with the rest of SG1 already there, wearing civvies.

"That's alright Colonel," said the General. She took her resident post beside Colonel Mitchell and her gaze followed his to the person lying in the bed. Her red hair was the colour of flames, an interesting genetic mutation, she observed, but her eyes looked strangely familiar. She had a snarl cross her face which seemed to disfigure her otherwise benevolent features. She looked away from all of them.

"Sir?" Carter asked, but it was Cameron who answered.

"She gated in this morning. She claims to be from an alternate reality. We confiscated these from her the minute she walked in." Cameron tossed her a set of dog tags, which read; Jaimee Jackson (nee O'Neill), Blood type A+, Born 1994 November 23.

"Sir, that's Daniel's last name, General O'Neill's last name and my blood type."

"We know that Colonel. Doctor Frasier?"

"Yes, General?"

"Is she clean?"

"She has a few abrasions on her wrists, Sir, and a limp, but as far as I can tell, she's in perfect health. I'll have the DNA test results back soon. All I ask is if anything goes wrong, let me know."

"Will do." He turned to the girl lying in the bed. "Mrs. Jackson," Daniel cringed. "If we asked you to come with us to the briefing room, can I trust you to follow?"

"Can I trust that you won't order her to stick another needle in my side?" It was the first time that she had spoken and Teal'c, Daniel and Carter all noticed that she sounded like Jack O'Neill. Although her voice was a pleasant alto, poor attitude aside, rather than a deep baritone.

The general smiled, but it was void of humour. "That's just a precaution." He assured.

"Yeah, heaven knows we need more of them." She snarled. She got out the hospital bed and put on her jacket, that had been carelessly discarded by the dresser. Being covered under the bed sheets, no one noticed that she was wearing clothes unbefitting of an average teenage girl. Her socks were white, Daniel noticed as she hastily slipped her winter boots on her feet. Her jeans were black and her jacket fell to her hip. Her long blue sweatshirt that she was wearing underneath could be seen peeking through. It fell to half way down her thigh. Her hair was messily tied back and her black and white striped scarf covered her neck. On her right wrist sat a standard issue watch and on her face there was no make-up, but rather a pair of square-framed glasses. "Yes, Sir. You can trust me." Suddenly turning serious. Then everyone noticed she had braces. To Daniel, she looked like she was drowning herself in her oversized clothing.

She followed the General as she swept past Daniel and left the room. Her lame leg trailing after her.