Yay for me, My first fanfic - I've been reading them for years… little old me with no life, but never written one - There is a first time for everything I guess -

Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 or Harry Potter bows and would greatly appreciate it if you didn't sue me grins I have no money so it would be pointless anyway -

Onward to the story -

Jack O'Neil was not a patient man, and at this particular point in time he was no more patient then usual, which truly wasn't saying much. He checked his watch for what must have been the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Doctor Daniel Jackson was late. Again. Jack sighed. He ran his fingers through his graying hair before sighing a second time and glancing over to General Hammond. He and his team, minus Daniel Jackson of course, had been sitting in the Debriefing Room in dead silence waiting for his arrival. Only the sound of Jack's pen drawing aimlessly over the yellow legal pad brought sound into the room.

"Request permission to go find him, sir." It wasn't a question, but it wasn't a statement either. It was an "O'Neil" comment, which needed nothing but sarcasm and wit.

"Go ahead, Colonel, but try to bring him back in the next half hour." General Hammond was a patient man, but even he had his limits.

Jack grinned at the General before leaving the leather chair and legal pad that had occupied his attention and jogging down the hallway. First he poked his head into Daniel's office, which was void of any living thing excepting his multitudes of "artifacts" also known, to Jack at least, as "rocks". Taking note of the lack of Daniel Jackson, he picked up the phone and dialed Daniel's home number. Knowing the caffeine addicted archeologist, he was probably still asleep, completely unaware of the current mission debriefing.

It rang once, twice, three times, four, five, and then the answering machine hit. "Hello… this is Daniel Jackson… um… I guess I'm not here right now so… um… leave a message at the beep." Typical optimistic Danny…

"Damn it Daniel! You had better not be sleeping!" Jack all but growled into the speaker before gently placing it back on its hook. Jack sighed before heading slowly out the door. It was cold out. Mind you, he wasn't much bothered by the cold, Minnesotan as he was, but still, now he would have to drive in this cold to chase down a sleepy archeologist. This was not what he had envisioned his day to be like. No, in fact, he was hoping for a nice day, where they went off world and landed in a nice little Goa'uld camp. Nothing major of course, nothing to put his team in danger, but so good old fashioned Gould kicking time.

Jack continued to think of how the day could have progressed as he road the elevator up the many flights and drove his truck the several miles to Daniel's apartment. Even as he put the key Daniel had given him into the lock he thought of it, and as he climbed the steps he had to suppress a growl of annoyance. This, he thought, was what having a pet archeologist did to you.

He liked Daniel, in fact he thought of him as some form of deranged brother, but sometimes things, mainly the multitudes of "rocks", started to wear on his (or lack thereof) patience. Archeologists oversleeping for the third time this month was a something that fit quite nicely into that category.

Jack reached Daniel's door with out much notice for anything. That was at least until he realized that it was wide open with the lock blown off. At that point in time all alarm bells went off and he reached for his gun. After all, he thought as he moved through the doorway, gun first, Pet Archeologists had an attraction to danger that no other profession had. One could never be too careful with them.

Thinking it wise not to give away his position he suppressed the urge to shout Daniel's name out and shoot anything that moved. As tempting as it was, Daniel would be very mad at him for breaking any "rocks".

As Jack made his way through the kitchen and into the living room of sorts, he heard a voice. Daniel's voice to be more specific. "I left all that years ago, there must be someone else to do it. I have a different life now." The voice was coming from the bedroom. That probably wasn't a good sign. Jack crept towards that section of the apartment, gun still placed in front of him and his thumb on the safety switch.

Then another voice appeared, much different than Daniel's, but just as tiered sounding. "You may think that, but you were the best. We need you." Jack heard Daniel sit down. He was right against the closed door now, ear pressed against the paint of the wall. "I have orders. I'm bringing you with me, you have no choice in the matter."

It was at that point, one of the many points today that his small amount of patience dried up, that he kicked open the door and flew in, gun searching for a target. His target was found as a tall, middle aged man wearing… a dress? No, that wasn't right, some type of robes then… either way, things didn't look good.

"Don't move!" He all but shouted, all his aggressions pouring out. "Daniel," he continued, not taking his eyes off of the man in his dark… clothing…, "would you mind telling me what's going on?" It was an order and they both knew it. The man looked at him with disgust before turning his head from Jack to Daniel.

"This is what you have reduced your life to? Mingling with these, animals?" He sounded incredulous. Jack kept his eyes pinned on him.

Daniel took this opportunity to sigh loudly. "This, Jack, is an old friend of mine. I think it would be for the best if you put the gun away." If he had sounded tiered and withdrawn before it was noting like his current expression. He turned to the black clad man. "This is not the time to talk about that." Now he almost sounded angry…

Jack looked between them in confusion. "Could someone please tell me what the hell is going on!" Both of them looked at him. Daniel shot him an annoyed glare and the other man rolled his eyes.

"If you would please put away your silly little muggle toy, I will consider speaking to you, but until then you will be blissfully ignorant, but I'm sure the feeling is not a new one to you."

There it is -

There will be another chapter in five to ten days time. That number may or may not change due to reviews (hint hint)

Ten points to who ever can guess the "mystery man"

Chow for the moment, like I said, if someone lets me know that people are actually reading this, I will work on it faster. - Come one my fellow Fan Fiction readers and writers, say it with me "Review" and again…. "Review" … now do it -