Chapter 1

Year 2030

It was a dreary, rainy day and it simply wasn't getting any better for the young Captain. Her car would not start. It was a dead battery for the interior light was left on in the freezing cold Colorado night. She was already running late as she scoured her garage looking for the all-in-one jump starter and battery pack that was somehow misplaced during a recent move.

She wore a dress blue uniform with slacks and insignia that represented the latest branch of the US military, the Space Force which just gained its independence from the US Air Force. Her face was oval in shape and rather youthful. Her eyes were coffee brown and matched her hair which curled slightly when cut leaving a wispy appeal. The name badge on her uniform stated O'Neill. She stood looking about in the cold garage, "Where is that stinking jump starter?" she asked herself. She started rummaging through a box, "Take the job in the old SGC, mom said. It will be great for your career. You will love it in Colorado." she complained to herself. "I loved it on Atlantis! The weather was great! Nice and warm and no freaking snow." She found a small black case that fit in the palm of a hand, "Ah-ha!" she proclaimed as she finally found the jump starter.

She grasped it in her hands and went back out into the cold rain to start her car. She opened the door and sat behind the wheel. She plugged the jump starter cord into what looked much like a USB port in the dash and turned on the small box. The dash lit up and suddenly the car started. She removed the jump starter to put the device away, "Least I don't have to use those old cables that dad gave me." She shook her head, "Thank you, Mom for making sure I got this the new naquadah power pack."

A voice came from dashboard of the car, "Warning! Roads maybe icy." the computer in the car declared. "Would like autopilot to engage, Olivia?" the car asked for permission to self-drive.

"No," she shook her head. "I can drive myself fine, thank you." She placed the blue sedan in gear and headed for her first day at work.

SGC

Captain Olivia O'Neill found herself stationed in the old base that housed the Stargate used in the original program that her parents were part of decades ago. Both her parents were retired. Her father recently signed over the deed of his cabin to her name to ensure her inheritance. He had not been to the cabin in years for the upkeep was too much on the man. She made her way to the office to see her commanding officer, General John Sheppard.

She came to the door and spied his familiar face as he sat behind the desk sporting dress blues and looking rather baffled at the computer screen before him. His thick dark hair had grayed and his face was more defined from age. But he was still the John Sheppard she knew as a child.

"General Sheppard," she called out.

He glanced up and his eyes settled on the newest officer assigned under his command, Olivia O'Neill the daughter of Jack O'Neill and Samantha Carter. He watched as she saluted him. The first thing that came to mind was how much she looked like Sam now that she was a grownup. He rose from his seat as the smile crept across his face, "Livy!"

John Sheppard was never much for formalities and for him Olivia was like his own child as he watched her grow up on Atlantis as Sam was living on the city after it was brought back to Earth. He took a few steps towards her with arms open wide, "You owe me a hug still." he insisted.

"Good to see you again." she agreed and wrapped her arms around him. The old General was more like an uncle to her than an officer. She gathered herself after the embrace, "I'm your new research and development officer."

"I'm still trying to open my notifications." he admitted. "The system is all messed up again." he motioned towards the computer. "I wasn't sure who they were sending. Must be Sam put in a word for ya."

"Probably," she sighed.

John caught the displeased expression. "What?" he asked.

"I feel like I'm living in her shadow." she confessed. "I work hard, I try to make sure I have merit and yet, sometimes I wonder if mom and dad are pulling strings. I don't want them to do that."

John assured her, "You're Sam's daughter. Children get their smarts from their mother. That alone gives you merit."

"Not helping." she rolled her eyes.

John asked, "How are your folks?"

"Dad just got a new home health aide and he's driving that poor girl crazy. He keeps making fake farting noises when she's near. Mom, put him on a diet…which is driving him crazy. About the same," she concluded.

John admitted, "I would probably do that to my home health aide too when I'm in my eighties." He mentioned, "There is a storage room filled with artifacts that have not been touched in years. You can start with that."

"Do I have anyone helping me?" she wondered for she knew the backlog was long and due to being short staffed.

"Sorry, Livy! Budget cuts and all." he sighed.

"I understand," she assured him. "I'll get myself settled in."

He informed, "You get your mom's old office."

"I know where it is." she agreed with a nod.

Research and Development Lab/Office

Olivia found her mother's old lab and quickly settled into the space. She had changed into a set of newly issued camo pattern green battle dress with slanted packets, opened her briefcase and removed a few pictures. She sat the picture of her mother and father on the desktop. Tucked inside the frame were smaller pictures of her close friends including Daniel and Teal'c. A rap came from the door. She looked up and spied a familiar face from her days in the Academy.

He was dressed in new issue camo pattern blue battle dress that also had slanted pockets. His thick dark hair was cut shirt and his bright blue eyes danced upon the sight of his dear friend. He was close to six foot tall and had a charming bright smile. Captain Kyle Mitchell, nephew of General Cameron Mitchell had come to see his friend. "Livy!" he greeted her.

She gave him a warm smile, "Kyle! I wasn't aware you were working out of the old command."

"I'm SG-1," he told her walking into the lab.

"Who is on you team?" she asked him.

"No one!" he admitted. "I had three guys but Sheppard transferred them out. He wants to rebuild it. I'm guessing you would be a pick."

"I don't know," she disagreed shacking her head. "I got a backlog of artifacts in storage."

He came to her side and sat down on a nearby stool. He figured, "You would be the best choice, Livy. You know how to read and speak Ancient and you know the tech. You can do what your mom and Dr. Jackson did on the first SG-1."

She shrugged, "Not sure there will be a new SG-1. It's not needed. The base is down to a virtual skeleton crew and I know the Pentagon wants to shut down the base due to age. It's cost too much to upkeep."

"It's a valuable base," he countered.

She disagreed, "It's obsolete. We have ships, other Gates and Atlantis. What do we need this old base for?"

"Nostalgia," he smirked.

"I suppose." she shook her head. "Can you help me do some lifting?" she wondered.

"Sure," he rose to his feet.

"There are some heavy artifacts that I need to look at." she led him out of the lab and to the nearby storage room.

Kyle followed her into the storage room with a dopy look upon his face. He adored Olivia since they were in the Academy together but he always had trouble approaching her. In his estimation she was simply out of his league. Her parents became famous after disclosure. She inherited her mother's good looks and smarts. She also inherited her father's legacy and sense of humor along with his occasional klutziness and she had unfettered access to the original SG-1 team.

Kyle often asked himself what he had to could stack up to such a heritage. His uncle was the only claim to fame he could muster. His mother never married his father; he had no idea who the man even was. He was given his mother's surname of Mitchell and raised by his uncle and influenced by military officers that were friends of the family. He tried to mimic his uncle in every way since Cameron Mitchell was his father figure. Kyle became a test pilot like his uncle and grandfather. He joined the joined the Space Force and Special Forces to be assigned to an off world SG team and aspired to be on SG-1. Trying to work up the courage to ask Olivia out on a date was a daunting task for the man. He babbled often when around her. He started talking about a new band that was recently launched into stardom.

"40 Envelopes just released another single." he mentioned.

Olivia didn't listen to much modern music. She blinked as she looked for a lot number in the storage room, "Forty what?"

"The band! 40 Envelopes!" he smiled.

She winced, "There is a band called 40 Envelopes?"

He smiled, "They are pretty good."

She asked, "Did they get their name off a box of envelopes? Forty is standard for a box."

He shrugged, "I have no idea. I heard they are coming to Salt Lake City for a concert."

"That's nice," she shrugged it off still looking for the lot numbers. She soon came to a large wooden crate. She read the handwriting on the tag and recognized the writing. "No one has touched since my mom!"

Kyle shrugged, "Backlogged big time."

"I suppose," she agreed. "Help me lift this and bring it to my lab."

"Sure," he agreed and went to the other end. He glanced at her, "On three. One, two…three."

The pair lifted the wooden crate and gently placed it on a nearby wheel cart. Olivia then pushed the cart as Kyle opened the storage room door. She soon wheeled the artifact back to her lab.

Kyle still babbled, "You meet the new base CMO yet?"

She shook her head, "Nope!"

Kyle smirked, "He's Irish! His name is O'Hare."

"More Irish jokes…funny…" she rolled her eyes.

"His kid is a genius." he added. "He's a cadet and already a medical doctor. Red hair lad," he mimicked an Irish accent. "His name: Martian O'Hare…MD."

"Like Doogie Houser?" she asked amused.

"Doogie who?" he wondered what she was talking about.

She stated, "Never mind! It was an old TV show from before I was born." She rolled the crate into her office and staged it by the lab table.

Kyle started to remove the lid of the crate and wondered, "Why are you watching old TV shows from before you were born?"

"My mom got me into it." she explained. "There is this really old show that was made back in the 1980's called MacGyver and the actor looks like my dad and she had to show it to me." She then wondered, "Don't you ever watch any old shows?"

He confessed, "There is this old show that was on back then and the actor looks like my uncle. It was called Farscape. It's actually pretty good for a sci-fi show."

Olivia stated, "I'll have to check that out." Her eyes settled on the long, silver object packed in the crate. She gave another sigh, "This could take a while."

Hours Later

Olivia had been working on the device she pulled from storage for hours and she lost track of the time. She heard a voice come from the doorway, "I thought I would find you here." It was General John Sheppard.

She glanced up from the computer before her and gave a small smile, "Sir."

He stepped inside, "You know it's time to call it a day." he told her.

"Few more tests," she pleaded.

He chuckled, "You get that from your mother."

Her shoulders slunk as she was compared to her mother once more. "Alright! I'll call it a day." she agreed.

Sheppard stated, "How about I put you on SG-1 with Mitchell."

"You're the boss," she reminded him.

"He's a good guy. He reminds me of his uncle a lot." he admitted. He then took a seat on the stool, "You figure this thing out yet?"

"Not entirely," she admitted. "It's rather advanced even for Ancient artifacts. It does have quantum capabilities though."

John recalled, "I remember when your mom ended up on Atlantis before we brought the city back. She wasn't supposed to stay and was onboard the Odyssey. We lost Elizabeth and your mom stayed on for a year after that." He then paused in reflection, "We lost so many…"

Olivia stated, "Mom still visits Janet Frasier's grave. She always brings her flowers on her birthday. I know she took her death hard. She said Janet was like a sister to her. I'm not sure where Elizabeth's grave is though."

"In Pegasus," he told her. "Frasier was before my time but I heard she made a heck of an impact. I met General Hammond before he died. He one of those guys you never forget."

"I wish I could have met them." she sympathized.

He grinned, "They would have liked you. Elizabeth would have adored ya."

Olivia pondered, "Is she the reason you never married?"

He nodded, "I never told her how I felt. I'm not sure if she felt the same. I never met anyone like her before or since." He let out a breath of air, "Anyways! This old place had seen its fair share. There is talk of shutting the base down and leaving the Stargate behind. They are talking about making it an auxiliary Gate to be used for emergencies only."

"How much longer do we have?" she wondered.

"Maybe a year," he suggested, "Maybe less." He stood back up, "Come on, Livy. I'll treat you to some dinner."

"What we having?" she asked shutting down her computer.

"What ya want?" he asked half expecting her to request pizza.

She grinned, "Tacos!"

"Sounds good," he agreed escorting her out.