yeye! new fic. I dont own stargate

Summary: They found her in Area 51, her blonde hair, trimmed with brown in places, lay strewn over her face; had it been brushed down properly, it would have fallen to her mid back. Lacerations, welts and large purple splotches that could only be bruises covered her body. Her left arm curled protectively around her large stomach. "My God, she's almost nine months pregnant.""It's Carter, Samantha Carter, SGC." SxJ

Prologue: Area 51 and the Magic Mirror

Sergeant Doyle laughed and flipped another card down on top of the pile, reaching around to his right to grab his beer, tilting the bottle to let some of the liquid spill down his throat. "Caught me again, Major," he said.

Major Larrring grinned wolfishly, but said nothing and only continued to stare at her cards, flicking her eyes over the top of the group every once and a while. She brought her hand up to one of the cards, pausing a minute to look at the three other men surrounding her. She moved her hand to another card, her grin spreading when they all groaned.

"Come on, Major, just pick a card," Lieutenant Bayne moaned. "For Goa'uld's sakes!" he cried, earning feeble chuckles from his comrades. He grinned and opened his mouth to coax the major on once more when he heard a crash. He sat up straight, dropping his cards (face down, of course) on the floor and touching his P-90, glancing at the others around him.

Major Larring, Sergeant Doyle and Captain Flannigan all were frozen, wide eyed, head cocked to the side, listening intently. So he hadn't been hearing things. He stood up, crouching by the door. Larring stood as well, slinging her own weapon back over her shoulder, holding it at ready, on the other side of the door. Flannigan and Doyle flanked each of them. After a moments pause, Major Larring nodded, and Bayne slid his card through the slot next to the door.

Doyle and Flannigan rushed in first, Bayne and Larring following, each of them sweeping their weapons across the room, their eyes darting about the room full of artifacts – brought back from various missions by all the SG teams and sent here, to Area 51 - uncertainly. It was Bayne who saw her first.

"My God," he gasped, lowering his weapon and trotting over to the woman lying sprawled on the floor, lying in front of a tall, angular mirror.

He felt Larring behind him, and he looked over his shoulder, obtaining conformation. Wide eyed, she nodded to him, and he knelt down in front of the woman, pushing aside the artifacts that she had knocked over upon entry through the mirror.

Behind him, he heard the others muttering. "Didn't we shut that down?" Flannigan hissed, his Irish accent slurring his speech slightly.

"Apparently not," Doyle hissed, his eyes flicking over the mirror. The universe from which the woman had come from wasn't showing on the other side. Either the other mirror was turned off or, he shuddered, gone.

Larring nodded to the woman. "She looks horrible," she murmured. Licking her lips, she slung her weapon back over her shoulder and out of her way. She could count on the rest of her team to get her out of any rough spot, though it didn't seem as though this woman was capable of putting her in that rough spot. She knelt down next to Bayne, who was feeling for the woman's pulse. "Anything?" she asked softly.

Bayne nodded. "Slow, but steady." He looked at the woman lying before him. Her blonde hair, trimmed with brown in places, lay strewn over her face; had it been brushed down properly, it would have fallen to her mid back. Lacerations, welts and large purple splotches that could only be bruises covered her body. Her left arm curled protectively around her large stomach.

A sharp intake of breath sounded from the Major. "My God," she whispered lightly. "She's almost nine months pregnant."

"If she isn't already," Flannigan commented, licking his lips. "Who is she?"

Extending her hand, Larring brushed the hair gently away from the woman's face, gazing at the dirt caked skin for a moment before she drew her hand away fiercely, as though burned. She heard Flannigan and Doyle readjust their guns, attuned to their commanding officers reaction. She looked at Bayne for a moment, and saw his eyes just as wide as hers. He knew too.

She spun to the men behind her. "Get the SGC on the horn," she snapped. "Bayne, can you transport her?" she stood up, her orders coming in a flurry. "Doyle, help him. Flannigan, I said get the SGC on the horn! They're going to want to see this."

Flannigan hesitated, but only for a brief moment. Obviously, he wanted to know who the strange woman was, but orders came first. Spinning around, he trotted out of the room, running down the corridor to the nearest phone. Doyle stood still, ignoring the Major's icy gaze. He gestured to the woman with the barrel of his gun. "Who is she?" he asked. He wasn't about to help someone who could possibly be a Goa'uld, pregnant or not.

Frustrated, Larring sucked on her lips, tapping her foot impatiently. It was Bayne who answered as he adjusted the woman to a position easier to pick her up from. "It's Carter," he said with a grunt as he turned her on her back. "Samantha Carter, SGC."

Doyle's eyes widened and he looked to his CO for conformation. When she nodded at him, slowly and with an ounce more patience, he dropped immediately to Bayne's side. Alternate realities never ceased to shock him, and he was sure Major Carter, the real one, would be more surprised then he was.

XxX

Ooh fun, yes? Hope you liked it, it WILL focus on our SG-1 team in the next chapters!

Till Next Time

Aria (First Prime Minion )