Stargate SG-1 ....The Captives Part One.

From General Jack O'Neill's file #671778d-99a

The War with the Ori had been over for three years. In that time the IOA had gone public with the Stargate programme, not because their hand was forced, but Earth seriously needed defending now and with the existing partners, resources were being spread too thin. They could no longer do it alone.

Eighteen months previously the details of the SGC was delivered to the United Nations. Now, the whole world was behind the SGC, no longer exclusive to the USA, it was a joint now a joint facility among many nations of the world whose aim was to identify and hopefully thwart, possible threats to both the Milky Way and Pegasus Galaxies.

At a top secret facility, housed in an enormous hangar within the Boeing complex in Seattle, Washington, Colonel Sam Carter, General Jack O'Neill, along with the rest of SG1, were presenting a gathering of international leaders, scientists and of course the press, an update on the new space platforms currently being introduced. Vala, Teal'c and Mitchell handed out document folders to those gathered, Sam went on explaining in her usual way, the advancements Earth had made. Jack opened up one of the folders and looked skywards, waiting for some kind of intervention, utterly bored out of his skull as usual, Jack began investigating the lint on his jacket, and hummed a tune in his mind.

(*See Editor's note 1*)

At the end of a rather lengthy discourse, Sam asked for questions. There was an immediate eruption of voices, all wanting to be heard. O'Neill could see trouble looming, so he stepped up to the mike, excused himself to Sam and took over. He pointed to one member of the press.

"You sir, with the green tie." He said. He pointed out a rather unsavoury looking character, perhaps forty five or so, wearing an overly loud jacket with his equally loud red shirt and green tie. The sight of it made Jack's head swim.

The fellow in question, a tag on his coat, denoting he was from Consolidated Press, stood and said bluntly. "Ah General, can the Colonel answer us this, with all these ships, of immense power, what is to stop those who control them from turning on the weaker nations of Earth and coercing membership in this Alliance by any means at your disposal?"

A minister from one of the smaller countries echoed the enquiry with "Hear, hear."

Sam swallowed, she expected a query such as this. But before she could answer, Richard Woolsey, stepped up to the podium.

"Perhaps that is a question we can cover later Mr. Strickham. He said. "We are a little short on time right now and I'd like Dr Daniel Jackson to give his review on the current state of the Stargate Alliance. Dr Jackson if you would."

Richard motioned for Daniel to step up to the podium., Vala elbowed him rather severely in the ribs. At the same time both Jack and Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Strickham though was not pleased, he would press this matter further. Daniel's speech was much shorter than Sam's,yet was probably met with more awe and disbelief than hers. All these years the Stargate Programme has been conducting these relationships and conflicts on Earth's behalf. The United States and the IOA had a lot to answer for, some believed a time a reckoning was to come. The delegates studied Daniel's file much more thoroughly than Sam's

(*See Editors Note 2*)

A little over fourteen months after the final Ori defeat and Ba'al's host having been relieved of his master there was a sudden activity at the Australian Defence Headquarters, Canberra. Along a long corridor, a plain door stood ajar, Overseas Combat Ready Teams Commanding Officer, was the sign above. Inside the office, a man in his middle to late fifties sat at a polished desk, in the summer day uniform of an Australian Naval Commodore, sat at a polished desk..

The phone rings abruptly and he picks it up."MacGregor here." He said sternly.

A young American female's voice is on other end. "Commodore MacGregor, you don't know me, my name is Henderson, Captain Julie Henderson, USMC sir."

Mac scratches at a scar on his cheek , then answers. "No Captain, I don't believe I do know you. What can I do for you, more to the point, how did you get this number?"

She dodged his question and went straight to her reason for calling him. "Sir, I believe your son is still alive, he did not go MIA in Iraq. You must speak with your Defence Minister and ask him about Stargate Command in Colorado, it's called Area 52 by the Pentagon."

Mac's eyes widened and he stared angrily at the phone hand piece. " What the bloody hell. Is this some kind of joke young lady, cause I'm not bloody laughing!"

"No sir, I'm serious. I know because I am engaged to Ben. Just ask Sir, that's all I can say: except that Area 52 is presently under the command of Generals Jack O'Neill and Hank Landry. Please sir, please help me." She hung up the phone quickly.

Mac replaces the receiver angrily and looks at a photo on his desk. The closer one was of his wife and two children. The other one was of twelve officers sitting in front of a F15C Eagle. In the front row middle, is a younger Lt. Commander William MacGregor, seated next to a Major Jack O'Neill. The Inscription plate read, International Air Staff Course, Wright-Patterson AFB 1987. He knew Jack O'Neill well and he also knew about 'Area 52'. Something the former Prime Minister had briefed him on a few years ago, about 'Full Disclosure of the Stargate Programme'. The PM's words echoed in his ears. "Those bloody Yanks have had this thing since 1945 and chose to tell no one, not even one their closest allies. Even the bloody Russians, Chinese, Frogs and Poms knew before us, the bastards. And to think the little shrub had the hide to try and buy me off, with a barbeque at his bloody ranch, shake my hand and say we were the best of friends."

Since then though, Australian and personnel from many other countries had been fully integrated into the Stargate programme, more so in Atlantis and on the new Daedalus class and other ships. Very few though, had made it to Stargate Command as part of an SG team, (except for Atlantis) that Mac knew of, except perhaps his son. Politics, he hated it.