A/N: BRAND NEW STORY! I've had this idea on my usb for a while now and only just now decided to work on it :D So basically... I'm not telling you anything. Except it will be part of a three story saga, that actually goes backwards in time. So this is the fist story, but the next in the saga will be about what happened before this, and the third in the saga will be before that (before the Stargate Program even existed)... Anyway, i hope you like it, pretty much everyone is still alive in this fic, from both Atlantis and SG1...however there will be deaths in here so... Yeah...

There's a hell of a lot of new characters too, and a surprise one :D Enjoy

Chapter One

Lightning flashed in the darkening sky, illuminating a figure. The figure stood in front of a circular object, which was filled with a blue watery substance. Another flash of light, and three more figures appeared behind him.

They spoke to each other, the leader ordering them to search and recover. They'd received a transmission from Odyssey, a spacecraft designed for battle. It had picked up an odd energy reading from the planet KX5-934. However they were unable to move any closer to the planet. Something was stopping them.

Olympus dispatched OR-1, their flagship team. The team was led by Colonel Phillip Pullman, a British soldier with high experience in firearms and foreign politics. His 2IC, Mason Johns, specialized in technology and languages. Doctor Ivan Ragnoff, a russion diplomat, specialised in languages, politics, and analysation. Laurence James finished the flagship team. As tradition, he was a local of the galaxy, a volunteer from the many planets that were saved over the course of the last five years. A warrior of his people, he dealt with hostile situations.

Pullman scanned the area, lifting a hand, and signalled for them to split and survey. They slunk across the land, only being seen when a flash of lightning appeared. They reached the tree line, and split in to pairs. Half an hour later, Johns picked up a radio signal.

"S.O.S... General... O'Neill... Come... Anyone...Hear me!"

They regrouped, following Johns as he lead the way. They came upon a clearing, filled to the brim with people. They were wearing what looked like military uniforms. However the team could not make out the insignia. Not taking any chances, Pullman raised his gun and shouted a caution. A man walked forward, grey hair shining as another flash crossed the sky. As he came in to focus, Pullman reared back, his gun raising higher. Impossible! More people started walking forward, each one being recognised by the flagship team. Shaking their heads, they stepped back. All but James. He knew them yes, however it wasn't as shocking to him as it was to his earth friends. He pulled a device from his holster, held it up, and pressed a button. A flash of yellow light, and the people before them disappeared. He shut of the device, and turned. THey spoke silently, not trusting their voices in the area.

They turned back, and headed through the yellow ring.

~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~~PROJECT STORM~

He woke in a room. It resembled the holding cell in Atlantis. What the hell happened to him? He shook his head, sitting up and leaning on his elbows. Looking around, he blinked at the brightness. As it slower disappeared, he noticed the others in there with him. The ENTIRE Atlantis expedition were trapped in a cell. Turning, he saw SG1, Cassie Fraiser and General O'Neill. OH! That's right. They'd been on vacation on Atlantis. Cracking his neck, he stood, stretching out.

"What the hell happened?" He spoke his ealier thought.

Elizabeth stood up, grabbing on to his shoulder to steady herself.

"I don't remember anything John. All i think of when i try is a bright white light."

"WE'RE DEAD?"

They turned, seeing Rodney leaning against the wall. John was about to answer when Daniel beat him to it.

"A bright white light isn't what appears when you die."

The majority of the expedition turned to stare at the archeologist, surprised at his blatent coversation of death. He didn't seem to notice though, he was too interested in the writing on the wall.

"It's Ancient. I can't see what it says though."

Elizabeth joined him at his side, staring up at the words.

"City..City of...City of Rulers?"

Daniel shook his head, furrowing his brow.

"No. That last word isn't right. I think it's... 'City of...Gods. City of Gods"

They looked at each other, turning to Jack when he groaned out loud.

"I thought we were done with snakes."

Teyla turned to John, having just joined his side.

"What do snakes have to do with Gods?"

He shook his head, smiling.

"Not snakes per say... He's talking about the Gouald."

Teyla nodded slowly, recognition in her eyes.

"Ah"

Daniel shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"Not Gods as in... Gouald Gods... More like, the Gods of lore. You know, Zeus, Posoiden, Hades... I think... I think they're refering to Olympus."

Elizabeth turned to Daniel sharply, her eyes narrowed.

"Olympus?"

Daniel smirked at the red head, raising his brow.

"Atlantis?"

Elizabeth grinned, cocking her head to the side.

"Touche".

Cameron walked forward, standing beside Daniel and staring at the words.

"So it's just another Atlantis?"

Daniel shrugged, looking at around the room.

"Suppose... Hey! Where's Sam?"

They looked around the room, the expedition shifting to look for the Colonel. Teyla suddenly grabbed on to John's arm, panic in her eyes.

"TORREN!"

They looked frantically. Where were they? Teal'c spoke, his deep voice echoing across the wall.

"Perhaps they were not transported with us. Colonel Carter was still on Earth and Torren Emmagan was with the Athosian people off-world were they not?"

Vala kicked off the wall she'd been leaning against, coming to stand beside Teal'c.

"So... Exactly how do we get out of here so we can go home?"

Before anyone could respond, a voice Jack, Daniel and Teal'c recognised spoke from behind John.

"I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere."

Turning, they found, standing in a now visible doorway, decked out in full military wear, holsters with guns attatched not only to both her thighs, but both forearms as well...Doctor Janet Fraiser.

A/N: So there's the first chapter. Probably raised a few questions. I really hope this story gets read. And please...PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE!