Disclaimer: Nothing from the Stargate universe belongs to me, unfortunately...

Chapter I

A sandy haired boy of about fifteen raised his arm and waved his hand to be seen over the heads of the taller kids in front of him. His inquisitive light brown eyes looked at the photographs on the bland grey wall they were hooked onto. Around the photos were drawings that had been made by the pre teens; they were pictures of all the personnel that had ever been involved with the old Stargate program. To listen to the stories of so long ago was like hearing a tale of fantasy, a creation of someone's imaginative mind. Michael would be more likely to believe the Stargate was a myth had he not known what the world was like above the surface.

The teacher, an elderly chap of sixty four, whose name was Arnold Mathers, either did not see Michael trying to attract his attention, or ignored him because he began to walk with his familiar shuffle into the next room; his students strolled along behind him. The boy stood underneath the drawings, seeking one in particular. He had promised Jake, his seven-year-old brother that he would look for his artwork and give him his opinion. Little Jake had taken a long time to paint the portrait, copying the picture of the Jaffa Teal'c from a magazine; a new publication called Chappa'ai Monthly. They were only up to the first issue.

Michael had begged his parents to let him go on the optional educational outing to the underground museum, besides being fascinated by the Stargate he was hoping to bump into Gabriella Bristol, the journalist that wrote the history section of Chappa'ai Monthly. Apparently she made frequent trips to the museum for research purposes, and he was anxious to interview her for the learning center paper. He took one last look around the Documents and Pictures room before running off after the rest of his classmates.

The last time the teenager had been to the museum this next section had been closed off due to experiments in progress. And now he finally had a chance to see it. A wide grin crept onto his dark face, his eyes widened in wonder. The students were quiet now. It was almost as if they had entered a place of worship. In large silver lettering that hung from the ceiling were the words SG-1 The Flagship Team. Underneath the banner was SG-1 themselves, albeit in suspended animation. Each team member was in a cryogenic chamber of their own, completely frozen for all these years. Michael stepped towards them and a burly guard blocked his way to stop him from getting any closer.

"If any of you saw fit to read the texts you would know how they came to be here – can anybody tell me?" Mr. Mathers asked after clearing his throat. The awe filled moment was broken and the children began talking amongst themselves again.

A fourteen year old at the front raised her arm and after a nod from her teacher started to talk. "A disease spread throughout the SGC personnel when SG-1 came back home from P3X 495, they were quarantined and later put into the chambers when the false God came."

Michael sighed, his frustration showing. He pushed his way through the chatting and uninterested students, to the front, and interrupted. "It wasn't a disease it was a virus created by the Goa'uld," he corrected "The planet they came back from was P4X 495 and SG-4 were with them at the time."

The girl, Lucy, glared at him and pushed her glasses back onto her freckled nose. "That's true...if you believe everything you read in Chappa'ai Monthly" she retorted dryly.

"And I suppose you got your 'facts' from SGC History Weekly" a full-blown debate was imminent, until Mr. Mathers intervened by shushing them. The two classmates turned their back on one another.

"Really? I heard they were together but they kept it a secret," a high-pitched voice proclaimed.

"I heard they were planning on leaving the program but they were found out and sent offworld" another replied.

Lucy rolled her blue eyes. "At least we don't read their trash."

Before Michael could reply to either agree or disagree on her comment, as curios sound that was almost like a gust of air rushing out of tires, only louder, stole their attention. "I didn't touch anything" one of the students shouted in alarm before losing himself in the crowd should the guard pick him out. Everybody hustled backwards, their gazes were drawn to the cryogenic chambers; the second one specifically. It opened. A cloud of cold air shot out from inside it. The guard started to herd everybody out quickly as he radioed in the unexpected occurrence.

"Jake would love to see this" Michael gasped. The chamber was Teal'c's.

The Jaffa warrior's, eyes snapped open suddenly, shocking the few people that remained. "O'Neill" they heard his deep and cracked sounding voice say.

An object was shoved into Michael's hands and when he looked down he saw it was a small yellow camera. "Quick! Take a picture" Lucy insisted.

Ignoring that cameras were strictly prohibited he snapped off a couple of shots before being ushered hastily out of the room like cattle being driven into a pen. They heard an announcement over the crackly speakers.

Please make your way to the exits in an orderly fashion. Please do not be alarmed. This is a precautionary measure. This is not an attack...Please make your way to the exits...

Teal'c stayed still. His limbs were freezing cold but that was not the only reason he did not move. He regarded the room in front of him with a mixture of suspicion, curiosity and wariness; the chamber was now fully open and he could see with relative ease. Feeling crept back into his arms and he moved fingers to test their mobility. Out of the corner of his right eye he spotted the lid of the pod beside him opening. He started to talk but his throat felt incredibly dry and his call of "O'Neill" sounded croaky and quiet, quite unlike his regular voice. He blinked rapidly at a sudden flash,and white dots danced before his eyes a second after he heard the whirr of the contraption the Tau'ri called a camera. "Identify yourselves," he commanded, but nobody answered. It was long minutes that passed before he was able to remove himself from the chamber. He was still quite cold but that would pass soon enough. He noticed straight away that he was underground and he wondered if he was in the SGC, though this room looked different to what he was used to seeing. He walked further into the room and stared at the banner, it was almost like a shrine to them, to SG-1. He abandoned his surveillance of the small area for a short time to go to whichever colleague was inside the other, now fully open chamber.

Daniel was looking around, in similar fashion to Teal'c before him, though confusion clouded his features. He saw Teal'c and smiled in relief, when he spoke his voice was shaky and his teeth chattered, sounding very loud to his ears. "S...so do you h...ha...have any idea what's...s going on here or are y...y...you as in the d...dark about this as I...I am?" he started to get out and stumbled.

Teal'c helped his friend out of the chamber, he was finding it easier to move about now, as he started to warm up. "I am as unsure as you are Daniel Jackson. I feel as though I should know more."

The Archaeologist walked stiff-legged towards the remaining, still closed chambers. "This.... is...a...awfully familiar" he rubbed his hands together furiously to generate a little more heat.

An eyebrow rose as he cottoned on to Daniel's meaning. "Hathor. You believe a Goa'uld is using the same deception as she?"

Daniel held up a hand in a 'just a second' gesture. He stretched his legs and waved his arms before rubbing his knees in a rather comical fashion to try and warm himself up. "Uh...I'm cold."

"As am I," Teal'c replied as he looked on in amusement. Apart from the cold, which was the fault of the chambers, there were no other outward signs that there were any physical or mental injuries. Apart from the situation they had found themselves waking up in, there was no other cause for concern.

He suddenly noticed the Stargate memorabilia as he took in his surroundings. "Well...I wouldn't expect a Goa'uld to build a shrine to us.

Teal'c nodded. "Indeed."

As one they turned around to investigate the chambers further, Teal'c going to the one that contained O'Neill and Daniel to the one that held Carter. Daniel tried to pry his fingers through the sides, in an effort to lift the lid but it would not budge. He tapped on the glass but there was no reaction from the prone form within. "Did you do anything to get yours open?"

"I did not. I woke as if from a deep sleep and have no knowledge of how I came to be inside the chamber" The Jaffa responded and made to try to open Jack's chamber again. He was interrupted however by a shout from behind him.

Don't move!

The two members of SG-1 slowly faced the new arrival. He held a Zat in his wavering left hand, instead of seeming tough and authorative as one might expect he was actually rather awed to be in their presence. As was usually the case it was Daniel that made a move to introduce himself, though it was obvious from the items surrounding them that this man, the guard – as Daniel assumed he was, would know who they were already. But it didn't hurt to be polite. "Uh, I'm guessing you already know who we are...but just in case you don't..." he glanced around at the pictures of SG-1 at that, "my name is Daniel and this is Teal'c..."

The guard, a short man with thick-rimmed gold glasses that gave him the air of a professor rather than security guard, hesitated as Daniel spoke. He was more in shock than worried about his and the museum visitors' safety. Four more security guards quickly joined him; the tallest of them appeared to be the boss. He stepped forward and regarded them with the same amazement that had been apparent in all the other people that had seen them. "You don't have anything to fear Sirs...the Scientists will, I hope, be able to explain this...This is truly an honour" he gushed.

"Perhaps you could explain how we came to be here," Teal'c prompted when it looked as though none of the guards would be able to form a coherent sentence unless asked to.

"Well..." the boss began. "I'm no historian...but you...well you..."

Luckily for Daniel and Teal'c, who did want answers before the year was out, someone that was not only a bit of a historian but also the boss of the museum interrupted them. Security made way for her and she smiled her thanks before her attention was taken by Daniel and Teal'c. She had tears in her eyes as she watched them for a few seconds before hurrying towards them; she flung her arms around the surprised Archaeologist as if she were a child greeting a much-loved friend or relative. "I thought this day would never come."

Daniel froze before embracing her, if a bit awkwardly considering he was clueless as to whom she was. The woman was old, he would guess around seventy or eighty. Her white hair hung to her shoulders and despite her age her grip was strong. "Me...too?" he replied unsurely.

She laughed at that and pulled back. "I guess I look different to what you remember" before introducing herself she next hugged Teal'c. Until then he was acting reserved but, before unused to having elderly women throwing themselves at him, he was now uncertain as to how to react. "Everything will be explained, I promise." She moved away from them then to stare at the two remaining chambers. "Could you tell Doctor O'Hara to hurry up, please Marshall?" she asked of the guard that had first pulled his Zat on the SG-1 members. "Tell him I want the remaining two pods opened."

Thinking that was a bad idea but not wanting to voice him opinion he turned on his tail and ran out.