A/N: To understand any of this, you'll have to know about Stargate: Continuum. I just watched it and this story hit me, so I thought I'd write it down. It's in Mitchell's POV and happens right after the team gets back from Ba'al's extraction. I know the past timeline is a bit wonky, but that's attributed to not knowing how old Mitchell is. By the way, this is not in my Sang Real and Star Girl universe so none of that stuff relates in any way.

Time Twister

"Are you Col. Mitchell?" A small, quivery voice interrupted my walk down the halls. I slowed and glanced around. We had just returned from the exceedingly boring extraction of Ba'al from his last clone. It was very simple and hadn't really lived up to my expectations. I had stayed behind in the gate room to report the success to General Landry and the others had went on to the infirmary for a post-mission check. I was trying to catch up when the voice of what sounded like a small boy stopped me in my tracks.

"Yes." I answered cautiously, looking around to find the source. From out of a small niche, a small, brown-haired boy, barely five years old, came hurtling out at me. I didn't even have time to react before he embraced me in a tight hug. "Whoa there! Hey, where'd you come from?"

"Not yet. I'm supposed to tell you all at once. I need to talk to SG-1 and both generals: Landry and O'Neill." The boy insisted, not letting go. I frowned, perplexed. This was weird. After careful consideration, I came to a decision and reached up to tap my radio.

"Can you call Gen. Landry, Gen. O'Neill, Dr. Jackson, Col. Carter, and Teal'c to the briefing room? We have a small situation." I asked. After receiving confirmation I looked down at the clingy little boy. I finally gave in and scooped him up, carrying him in my arms to the briefing room. "Don't suppose you'd tell me your name, huh?"

"Nope." He responded instantly. I now recognized a faint accent that sounded similar to my own. He sounded like he was from Texas or at least nearby. "Not supposed to until you're all there."

"Right." I sighed. And this day had started out so peacefully. Nothing had even gone wrong with the extraction. Somehow, with this mysterious young boy in tow, I knew it was going to get a lot more complicated. As I entered the room, everyone turned and stared at my small passenger. "Guess what I found?"

"Mitchell, why do you have a kid here and where did he come from?" O'Neill finally managed to spit out. I shrug.

"Not really sure why he's here. He won't tell me. Said we all had to be together before he'd say anything, including where he came from." I attempted to set the boy down in a chair, but he would have nothing of it. His arms tightened and he frowned deeply. Evidently I was to hold him. Once we're settled he turned to look over the room. "Now will you tell us?"

"Hi, Teal'c! And you're Gen. Landry and you're Gen. O'Neill. Oh, and you two are Dr. Jackson and Col. Carter. This is cool!" The boy finally smiled faintly as he announced the introductions as if he knew everyone. "And Vala must still be off-world, huh?"

"That's right." Jackson perked up at this display of knowledge. "How did you know?"

"This explains everything." He pulled out a VCR tape from somewhere in his clothes and handed it to me. I took it while Carter pulled up the small TV in the room. When she inserted the tape, the image that appeared shocked us all. There was an aged man smiling out at us. Somehow, he looked exactly like I would if I were fifteen years older. After a few seconds it hit me. He looked exactly like the man who had stood in the photograph with my great-grandfather, the captain of the Achilles. But that had been in 1939! The man cleared his throat.

"Hey… so you're all probably wondering who I am. Well, as Mitchell should have recognized, I go by the name Daniel Terrence Carter. I was a friend of his great-grandfather and helped escort the stargate to America on the Achilles. Of course, my real name is in fact Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell of the United States Air Force. And before Carter can say anything, yes, it is the year 1946. I'll explain. You see…" The man continued, telling us what had happened when we had first extracted Ba'al. Everyone listened in rapt attention as the story unfolded. Finally he concluded. "And so Sam sent me back in time. Only, we didn't have time to wait for flare that coincided with the right year before Quetesh came bursting in and killed almost everyone. Sam, Daniel, and I assume Teal'c, first prime to Ba'al, were shot dialing the closest time frame we could: 1929. I barely made it through and then I was alone. Stuck. I emerged in Giza in the year 1929 and spent the next ten years practicing my seamanship. I couldn't exactly keep the name Cameron Mitchell when my great-grandfather was going to be a Mitchell and I didn't want him to get any ideas, so I took an element of each of the team's names. Daniel fit the best in the time period and my middle initial is for the big guy. And that left Carter for my last name. When the time came, I signed on as a deckhand for the Achilles and managed to get aboard with a couple of the time period's machine guns. Ba'al came through, but this time I killed him and his Jaffa before they took five steps from the gate. So everything should have gone through without a hitch."

"Wow." I reacted as Landry paused the video. Now everyone was looking at me in awe. I had sacrificed my life to reset the timeline. "But how…?"

"You're supposed to watch the video, silly." The boy reminded us. I looked over at Landry and he nodded, un-pausing the tape.

"Now for the reasons that I'm recording this. Get ready, Carter, you're gonna have a ball chewing me out." The man looked down in preparation. Carter glanced over at me, already willing to blame me. "But I may as well say this, the Mitchell I am is not the same as the Mitchell I was, so don't bother trying to get mad at that me. He didn't do anything. I got married."

"Holy…" I trailed off, remembering the young boy in my lap. Surely he wasn't…?

"I made sure to get rid of all of the stuff so I couldn't corrupt the timeline, but when I got back from the Achilles, she was waiting. I swear I didn't mean to fall in love, it just happened. And I did make sure that she wasn't named Ride or Nixon or someone else that had a major impact on history later." He defended himself, fingering the small gold ring. "So that brings to this. I'd like to formally introduce you all to Adam Bryce Mitchell, my son. He's the one who brought you this tape. Would have stuck with Carter, but when my wife found out I'd been forced to change my name, she insisted that I give it to our son. She wouldn't stand for her son to not have his father's last name. And yes, I told her everything. She thought I was crazy. Then I predicted Pearl Harbor. It nearly tore us apart when she realized that I wasn't lying and she was furious that I didn't stop so many Americans being killed. But we talked it out and she realized how angry I was at the forced inaction. Then our lives got a whole lot more complicated. She found out she was pregnant."

"Ok, let's stop for a second here." I told them all, needing a minute to process this information. Landry obligingly paused the tape. I stared down at the boy I held in my arms. He looked up at me, smiled, and laid his head down on my shoulder. "So you're Adam? My son?"

"Kind of. Daddy always said it'd make your head hurt if you thought about it too long." Adam answered, smiling at the memory. I chuckled.

"Yep, that's me all right." I nodded, looking at the others. Sam was staring at Adam, completely fascinated by his existence.

"That doesn't explain…" Sam started. Adam just shook his head slowly.

"Daddy always said you and Daniel were the most curious people on the planet. Or even other planets. Col., can I go to other planets yet? You said maybe when I grow up and I'm gonna turn five next week." Adam announced proudly. I raised my eyebrows at this. This kid was only five? He seemed much more mature than that. And how did the me in the past know that Adam would be here? For that matter, how was Adam here? Adam watched my reaction and sighed. "All right, I'll wait. And you better listen to the rest of the tape now."

"Now for the part that's gonna make Sam go nuts. When Adam was born, he was a perfectly normal human boy. As he grew up, though, I noticed something very unusual about him. As soon as he could walk, he would disappear for small lengths of time, never even seeming to notice I was looking for him. Scared me real good. I finally asked him and he told me that he was bored and skipped the boring times. I finally came to a hypothesis. When I was in the alternate timeline, I was a grandfather paradox. I didn't exist because Ba'al had killed my great-grandpa on the Achilles. But when I fixed the timeline, I saved my grandfather and created another timeline identical to the one I came from. Now I figure that there's some type of temporal-spatial energy running through the universe and when I messed with all the timelines it got tangled up in me. And when I had a son, it somehow connected to him. You see, Adam can control time and space. That's how he's in your time and at the SGC giving you this video." My other self shrugged. "I figure Sam can tell you more once she has a chance to see what he can do. Meanwhile, I need you all to take care of him. See, the biggest reason that you'd be watching this video instead of talking to me is that something must have happened to me after I made this. Adam has instructions to find me right after the Ba'al extraction and give this to you. I need you to protect my son, please. He's our son, Mitchell. I've told him all the stories and everything about the stargate. He knows you. Please take care of him. Don't let anyone get a hold of him. He's smart. He may be only a four year-old, but he can already make full sentences and read. Don't patronize him and don't try to force him to use his abilities."

"Wow." I whispered. Adam let me go and hugged himself. I could see small tears start to form at the corners of his eyes. "What happened to your mom?"

"Daddy said that she died when I was born. I never knew her. He said I couldn't go back and see her, 'cuz that would make a par… paradox, that's it. He said that I would attract attention if I skipped stuff, so he told me to stay in one time as much as possible. He didn't know if anyone would notice in this time, but in that time, I would definitely stand out. So when the bad guys came, he grabbed the videotape, gave it to me, and told me to go. Like we planned, I went forward a week and found the house was gone. So I came here. I think Daddy's dead. Can I stay here?"

"Oh man." I looked around the room and noticed the sympathetic looks everyone was giving me. I'd gone from a happy bachelor who had just witnessed the end of the reign of evil in the galaxy to the father of a boy I'd never seen before, a boy that could control time like I could move an arm. Everything was going great, but now I had the son of another version of me looking to me for help… geez, I was right, this time stuff does make my head hurt. But Adam was my son, no matter what time; he deserved a father. I wrapped my arms around him in a hug, trying to comfort the distraught boy. "Look, I'm not your real dad, but I'll take care of you, got it? You'll be okay, promise."

"Thanks. I don't know what's on the rest of the tape. He said that it's for you and you only." Adam admitted. I nodded and looked at O'Neill for permission. He sighed and shrugged.

"Might as well. I'm sure you'll let us know if there's some warning on there." O'Neill spoke up, standing. We all stood, I to take care of one small fact: I was still holding Adam. After looking pointedly at Daniel, the man finally got the hint and came over.

"Hey. You mind if I hold you while Mitchell watches the rest of the tape?" Daniel offered, holding out his hands. Adam's face tightened and he considered it carefully. Finally he nodded.

"I guess so. Can you teach me Ancient? Daddy said you know tons of languages, especially the really cool ones. And I want to learn Azgard and Goa'uld… oh, and can I meet the Nox? They sound cool. Did you really ascend?" He offered his arms out and Daniel easily lifted him up, resting him on his hip. As Adam considered the possibilities of going with Daniel his face lit up. His smile grew more and more animated as he thought of all the 'cool' stuff there was to learn here. Had to have gotten that from his mother; I'd always been a bit lazy when it came to academics. I shook my head as the two walked out, followed closely by the others.

"Now to see what I have to say to myself… yep, that's confusing." I turned to the TV and pushed the play button on the remote. The man continued his story without hesitation.

"Now I've told Adam to ask everyone but my alternate version to leave now. If you haven't, Adam I need you to put this tape somewhere safe until they agree to let Mitchell, weird referring to myself by the way, and Mitchell alone watch this." He paused for a few seconds. "OK, they should be gone now, so.. hi me. Look, I know this is a ton to take in, but you and SG-1 are the only ones I trust to raise Adam right. And when I say right I mean not take advantage of the fact that he can alter any and all events of history or the future. Or hurt him. I know it's a lot to ask from a guy who has never even had a son, but no matter how you look at it, Adam is our son. We were very much alike, you and I, before Ba'al had to interfere. The only difference is that I'm a bit older than you. Oh, and I found a wife and had a son. I've lived my life out. If you're watching this part, something has definitely gone wrong. Very wrong. Chances are that some form of enemy has discovered there's something odd about my house and my total lack of existence before 1929. These guys at the time may not have computers, but after World War Two they're desperate and I haven't exactly kept the best lid on the technology Adam and I have 'acquired.' We haven't taken anything major, but I did need several things like this camcorder and tape, obviously. If ever our location was compromised, I told Adam to forward ahead one week and look for me. Had I survived we could meet up then. If not he was to find you immediately. The way I figure, I didn't go peacefully. If the bad guys are set on kidnapping Adam and me, then I will activate a failsafe explosive to wipe out both the attackers and all the future technology I have. Whether or not I'm inside the house at the time is irrelevant. They must think that we're dead or they won't stop looking. Normally I'd be more reluctant to leave Adam alone, but I trust myself, at least who I was back then, to take care of him. And I've made some provisions just in case. There's a security deposit box at the bank in Colorado Springs. It has some money, you'd be surprised how easy it is to make money in the stock market if you know what's gonna do well in the long run, and some journals of my experiences that I thought you may need. I know Sam's gonna want to scold me for using my knowledge of future events to make money, but I had to make sure my son would be well provided for. He's my life. Anyway… Adam can give you the key."

"He's right. Sam's gonna freak." I muttered. AND I hadn't even done anything! Our lives were wacko. Very wacko.

"You shouldn't have to worry about any behavior problems; Adam's always been really mature. It may or may not have something to do with the time-space tangle he seems to be caught up in. Don't really know." Past-me admitted. "If you teach him right and raise him well, Adam can be a serious help to you at the SGC. But he needs a Dad. He needs you. Heck, I need you. And don't worry… you'll be an excellent Dad. I managed, didn't I?"

"Yeah, guess you did, partner." I answered as the video came to an end, the screen becoming gray fuzz. I stood, ejected the tape, and pocketed it. I finally got up the nerve to open the door. What I saw made my eyebrows rise. Adam had a faint look of concentration as he held a flowerpot. The flower was aging quite rapidly. "Whatcha doin', kiddo?"

"Making Col. Carter a flower." He relaxed and the flower stopped growing. "See? It's not hard at all. Daddy said that Teal'c told him that SG-1 got stuck in a time bubble once. They aged lots and lots when like two seconds went by for everyone else. So that's what I do with the flower except slower so I can watch. It's prettier that way."

"It is a very pretty flower. Thank you, Adam." Sam took the flower graciously. Adam beamed. The kid sure was a charmer. Then again, I was his father after all. At his behest, I scooped him up.

"Let's go to the infirmary, 'kay? We'll let Doc Lam take a look at ya. You'll like her, trust me." I started walking, the rest of them trailing behind.

"Anything important on the tape?" Sam asked. I shrugged.

"Just a last request. Not anything life-threatening to us." I reassured her.

"Where'd the other you come up with Adam Bryce as a name?" Daniel wondered out loud. I noted Adam's interest. So I hadn't gotten around to telling who he was named after, huh. I hugged the boy tighter.

"Well, Adam was my copilot who died in the Antarctic mission." I explained.

"And Bryce is the guy who could have been you. The one you were visiting in the hospital and gave that memory device to. You let him see some of your memories, right?" Sam jumped in. I nodded.

"I showed him what I was doing. He would have got a kick out of doing what we do everyday." I reflected. Adam tightened his hold in response. "But it looks like they'll be remembered through you, buddy."

"We can go see them." Adam proposed. I shook my head. He sighed. "I know, I know. It's too dangerous. Daddy said that I couldn't change anything that already had happened. It could mess up the universe."

"Yeah, and we don't want that happening." I slowed as I approached the infirmary. Dr. Lam was busy checking on Corp. Chicanos. The young corporal had broken his leg in a recent mission and was ordered to bed rest in the infirmary. As I entered the room, I called out. "Dr. Lam, once you get done, I've got someone you need to meet."

"Who is this? Where'd he come from?" Dr. Lam stared in shock.

"His name's Adam. Where he came from is a looong story, Doc." I sat Adam down and began to fill her in. This was going to be an interesting next few days. Well, maybe an interesting next few years.

A/N: There may or may not be a sequel to this in the future; it depends on fan approval. This is in my 'Time' universe as opposed to 'Sang Real' universe. (Read Sang Real and Star Girl in SGA to know the difference. Neither relies on the other. Hope you enjoy my "twist" on what happened during and after Continuum.