This takes place after the first season and possibly after the second season, it could work both ways.

Prologue 1: What a Welcome!

P9X-224, God Knows Where

Stargate

12:34 p.m. Monday, September 27th

Plasma blasts from Jaffa staff weapons followed SG1 as they ran for the Stargate.

"Daniel, dial the damn gate! We'll cover you!" Daniel ran ahead and franticly dialed the Stargate.

"Daniel, duck!" Sam yelled and the archeologist dove out of the way just in time, the pulse blast meant for him slamming into the Stargate's DHD.

"Through the gate now!" Jack roared.

"Jack, the blast-"

"Now!" They dove through the gate, not knowing what was going to be waiting for them on the other side.

Planet of Atlantis, Pegasus Galaxy, Milky Way

Atlantis Gateroom

12:34 p.m. Monday, September 27th

Dr. Elizabeth Weir hurried up to Atlantis's operations center while soldiers moved quickly into the gate room, led by Major Sheppard, Lt. Ford, Maj. Lorne, and Sgt. Bates. McKay, Beckett, Zelenka, and Teyla joined her quickly in the operations room.

"What happened?" Teyla asked.

"The gate activated, from P9X-224." Elizabeth answered.

"What's there?" McKay asked.

"We have no idea," Elizabeth responded calmly.

"Oh, well that's just great," he muttered.

They turned back to the gate.

"Lower the shield," Weir ordered. The shield lowered and four people in fatigues rolled through.

"CLOSE THE IRIS!" one of them roared.

"Close the iris!" Weir repeated the ordered and the iris closed as she, McKay, Beckett, Zelenka, and Teyla hurried down to the gate room, where Sheppard and the others were helping them up.

Major John Sheppard stared in shock as he stood face to face with Brigadier General Jack O'Neill.

Brigadier General Jack O'Neill stared in shock as he came face to face with Major John Sheppard.

"Oh boy."

"Uh oh."

Prologue 2: Chosen One

Washington D.C

Oval Office

9:30 a.m. Wednesday, September 29th

"Sec. Gen. sir, let me clarify exactly what you want me to do."

The Sec. Gen. nodded an okay.

"You want me to go on a trip to the lost city of Atlantis, through a Stargate, which, as far as we know, is currently under assault."

He nodded.

"And while I'm there you want me to discover the secret of these apparently invincible wraiths."

He nodded again.

"And defeat them, all the while planning a final report for the UN to decide whether or not it's too dangerous to continue."

The Sec. Gen. smiled and placed a warm hand on her shoulder.

"Yes."

"Sir."

"Yes?" operation and Brigadier General Jack O'Neill who is in charge of the SGC."

"Are you crazy?"

"Nope," he smiled affectionately.

"You're sure?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yep," he sighed, "This is the opportunity if a life time, Llewellyn, you've spent the last eight years pushing resolutions and programmes and directives through in order to keep the project in line for a lack of better words."

"It's about time you got the chance to see what you've helped create." George smiled, patting her knee.

"But I don't want to see what I helped create! I like my own planet fine!"

"Regardless, you're going. I need an inside view and I can't go myself."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm to old, and everyone knows who Hammond is, you're the next logical choice."

"But-"

"No buts, this is an order, Llewellyn from the UN and the US."

She frowned.

"Brig. Gen. Jack O'Neill and Dr. Elizabeth Weir will be there, their both working in Atlantis at the moment, hoping something in Atlantis will give us an edge against the Wraith and Ori."

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"If Brigadier General O'Neill commands the SGC what's he doing in Atlantis?"

"He's been replaced so he can go back in the field. Gen. Hank Landry replaced."

"That would explain a brigadier general going on a mission," she muttered.

"You do the same thing," George commented.

She pursed her lips. "It'd make more sense if I took over the SGC and you sent De Rousseau and McCarthy to handle things at Atlantis, their better at dealing with people than I am."

"Hammond and Landry will be handling the SGC and McCarthy and De Rousseau will be accompanying you to Atlantis."

She frowned.

"Sir, with all do respect, I'm a peacekeeper, a field agent if you want to push it and that's it."

"But you have command experience or you wouldn't be in your currant position."

"I'm not a doctor of anything, but war Mr. President. You have Carter, McKay, and Jackson for that. Their the lead experts on the Stargate."

"But you've studied history, archeology, and psychology. You're recognized as the leading theorist in criminal psychology."

"And you consider these wraiths criminals?"

"You're famous for profiling ancient cultures and historical figures."

"And criminals!"

"Not to mention the UN personally recommended you for this assignment, they want your impute on the situation."

"I can give them my impute without making a one way trip to a lost city," She argued.

"You don't know if it will be one way," George pointed out.

"It will be if I die!"

"You need to be there to formulate a real opinion and to be able to back up your claims with experience."

"So if I have to give my opinion on fighting a wraith to the council I have to go out and actually fight a wraith," She said sarcastically.

The Sec. Gen. sighed.

"The fact of the matter is, Miss. Gwynnedd, that you're the only one the UN and the US can agree on to send, not to mention your credentials make you one of the best people to send."

"You do realize they'll treat me like IA if you tell them I'm reporting on them to the UN."

"Well, then you simply won't tell them. You leave tomorrow. A car will pick you up and take you to SGC headquarters, if everything goes according to plan you should be in Atlantis by dinner."

She rubbed her temples and stared at the Sec. Gen. and Gen., very well convinced he was insane.

"You don't really have a choice in the matter, Miss. Gwynnedd; you might as well make the best of it." He looked sympathetic.

She snorted; all politicians looked sympathetic until they stabbed you in the back. She stood to leave and then stopped at the door.

"Sir."

"Yes?" He looked up.

"What exactly are we going to do if I decide it's too dangerous?" the Sec. Gen. put down his pencil and he and Hammond both stared her straight in the eye. Neither answered but she understood, nodded, and walked out.

...diwedd...