Disclaimer: I don't own them...wish I did...but if I did the show wouldn't be ending.

A/N: Okay, so once I started writing Jackie again I couldn't seem to stop. I know that I haven't exactly finished "Strength From Within" but it is on its way to being finished. However this story just wouldn't go away, so I decided to go ahead and start it. Hope you guys enjoy.


Chapter 1: Cheyenne Mountain 2030

To the untrained eye, Cheyenne Mountain was nothing more than a blackened and deserted former USAF base. The fences that had at one time surrounded the entrance were torn and ripped and blasted so that they no longer kept anything out. As one entered, the sight of blackened halls strewn with debris accosted the eyes. Entering the elevator and moving down to the deep bowels of the mountain known as Stargate Command was taking ones life into ones own hands as it too was charred and rickety as it moved lower and lower beneath the surface.

Quietly and swiftly a young man dressed in civvies moved along the hall, dodging the large debris that still littered the as of yet, still well traveled corridors. Passing a couple other people in the hall they barely acknowledged each other, swiftly moving along doing whatever it was that they had been assigned. Entering the former control room, he was greeted by the now familiar sight of the charred computers. Pausing for a brief second, he glanced through the now broken glass into the destroyed and hauntingly empty gateroom. Shaking his head, he moved up the stairs towards the briefing room. The windows into the General's office had long since been broken and covered with newspaper. Slipping over to the door, he knocked.

"Enter." Came the sharp command.

"General O'Neill?"

The General turned and upon seeing who it was continued. "Did you retrieve them?"

"Yes."

"And our travel arrangements?"

"The ship leaves at 1600."

"Excellent. Gather everyone."

Snapping to attention and saluting. The young man slipped out of the office quietly and moved soundlessly through the halls carrying out his orders.

As soon as the young man had left the office, General O'Neill turned around and faced the small mirror in the office. Opening up the box that the young man had handed over, the sight of a dozen mimic devices brought a small smile to the General's face. Putting one on, the General looked in the mirror and saw Daniel Jackson staring back. Switching devices, the General ran through all of them to make sure that they worked. The very last mimic device caused the General to pause.

"Hi Dad."

The faint sound of movement in the briefing room had the General pulling the last mimic device off and placing it back in the box. Looking back in the mirror at her reflection, she winced.

"You're looking tired Jackie." She whispered before hurrying into the briefing room to join the eleven people already sitting at the table.

As Jackie entered the briefing room, all eleven people stood to attention and saluted. Returning the salute Jackie took her seat and waited for the others to follow suit before beginning. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the box momentarily.

"Are those…?"

Jackie looked up at her 2IC, who had spoken. Having just seen a much younger image of her father, Jack O'Neill, staring back at her from the mirror she was taken aback at the sight of his clone sitting next to her. It was a moment before she could speak…

"Yes these are the mimic devices. And we are all scheduled for travel at 1600, so we will be going ahead with our plan." Looking at each one of the faces before her, Jackie sighed inwardly, they were all so young and inexperienced. Well, except for herself and Jonathan, Jack's clone. Yet only twelve could go, that was as many mimic devices as they had. "Gamma group, you leave in 30 minutes, and we'll leave in 20 minute intervals after that. We can't afford to be caught leaving en masse from this mountain. Okay people, let's do this."

"General, may I have a word with you?" Jackie turned back to look at the only person not leaving the room.

"Of course Jonathan."

The two moved into what was left of the room that had served as the office for many a great General.

"Are you okay?" Jonathan asked once he had closed the door behind him.

"I'm fine, Jonathan."

"You're mother used to say that. I always knew that when she did there was something she wasn't saying."

Jackie glared at him for a moment, then sighed and sank into the chair behind the charred desk. "They're kids Jonathan. None of them have the experience that even I have, much less the almost 80 years that you have."

"Don't remind me." Jonathan grumbled as he took a seat across the desk from Jackie. He looked at her critically. She might not actually be his daughter, but he was enough like the original O'Neill to feel responsible for her. "They may not have the experience Jackie, but they have the heart. Every single one of them has lost someone close to them – ordering them to stay back wouldn't keep them here."

"I know." Jackie sighed. "But is heart enough?"

"For the first part of this mission…sure. For the second part…yeah, I think it'll be enough. After that?" Jonathan went silent. Again he studied the young woman across from him. "If you're gonna go topside before we leave, you should get going."

Jackie nodded. "See you on the ship." Grabbing one of the mimic devices and a small duffle, she slipped silently out of the room.

"You are one lucky son-of-a-gun Jack O'Neill." Jonathan said as he picked up the only picture decorating the desk. A picture of the original SG1 at Jack and Sam's wedding.

Λ

Although it had been a few weeks since she'd visited, she knew the dark passages well enough she could walk them in her sleep. Turning the last corner, Jackie's eyes were assaulted by the brilliant sunlight. Moving out of the dark hallway, she found herself at the very top of Cheyenne Mountain. Moving several yards away from the secret entrance, she stopped before the five familiar stones that were as evenly aligned as the rocky mountaintop would allow.

Jackie paused at the first one. "Hey Uncle Cam…long time no see. Sorry I haven't been to visit in awhile. It's been kind of hectic downstairs. Aunt Vala…you would probably roll over in your grave if you saw the group that I've collected to pull this off. Uncle Daniel…you tried so hard to keep this from happening…I wish…" Jackie brushed tears away from her eyes and moved on, unable to finish her sentiment. "Mom and Dad…"