A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first fanfiction. It's an Overwatch/Stargate crossover, which I don't think has been done before.

Anyways: read, enjoy, review. This is a new activity for me, and I am always looking to improve.

Also: there is a prologue, I am having someone else proofread it before I post it, it should be up in a few days. You should be able to figure out the basic premise from this chapter though.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. The Stargate franchise is owned by MGM, while Overwatch is owned by Blizzard Entertainment. This story is not officially a part of the Overwatch or Stargate universes. I am not using this story to earn profit. Finally, I am grateful towards MGM and Blizzard for creating these two wonderful fictional universes, as well as to the wikis for OW and SG for providing me with details for their respective canons.

Chapter 1

When Overwatch was at its height, Watchpoint Gibraltar was a beehive of activity. The base was one of three Overwatch facilities with orbital launch capabilities and was responsible for the protection of northern Africa and Europe. Thirty years after Overwatch was disbanded however, the base appeared as little more than an empty shell. One day, in the fall of 2074, the dilapidated appearance of the facility inspired a young woman approaching its northern fence to stop and briefly recall back to a time when she called it home.

Lena snapped out of her reminiscing to refocus on her objective. Winston was right: Petras act or no, the world was facing danger once again, and she had taken an oath to protect it. Without further delay, she confirmed that nobody was watching, and used two blinks to hop the fence, and another to disappear through a broken door.

"Welcome home Tracer." Athena, the AI designed by her old friend and scientist Winston to operate the base and accompany them on missions, greeted her as she passed through several corridors to arrive in what used to be the base's command center. "If you are looking for Winston, he is currently occupied in the second basement lab."

Tracer looked around the room for a minute. There had been a fight recently; several windows were broken, some of the walls were damaged from Winston's unique electrostatic cannon as well as shotgun blasts, and the server located on the second floor had some suspicious holes in its casing. Anticipating the ex-agent's next question, Athena began to fill her in: "Shortly before Winston contacted you, Talon conducted a raid on this facility. Reaper wanted to extract the identities of all former agents from my databanks. Fortunately, Winston outsmarted him."

Tracer opened her mouth in shock and concern for her friends, and immediately had another question. "If they know we're here, why've you been calling agents to this location?"

"There are no safe bases left; as a former leading agent in Blackwatch, Moira O'Deorian was able to give the locations of all their sites to Talon, and the rest were already public knowledge." Athena replied, a hint of dejection seeping into her electronic voice. "Winston wants to get a few more agents together before establishing a completely new base; he does not have the manpower right now to do it himself."

Lena was about to ask who else had responded, hoping that she would be able to see a few of her friends again, when Athena interrupted her: "Winston is asking to see you, he seems to be working on something important." Lena looked disappointed, but immediately started working her way towards her friend's lab, pulling out a few items from her backpack before she entered.

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"Wiiiiiiiinston… I've got your favorite!" Lena announced herself as she walked through the door into Winston's lab. He didn't turn to face her, whatever was showing on the screen must have been really compelling, but she could practically hear the faux-annoyed look on his face as he responded: "For the last time, no more bananas!" Nevertheless, he quickly accepted the fruits and jar of peanut butter that Lena handed to him with his hands as he continued to use his dexterous feet to type on the keyboard. "What'cha looking at?"

Overwatch had always been a magnet for strange people. "Adventurers and oddities" was even a part of their slogan. Winston, however, always stood out, at least to outsiders. Born almost thirty years ago on a lunar research colony, he had been the subject of a series of experiments intended to determine the viability of long term space travel on humans. Lena had never quite understood how that involved genetically modified, super-intelligent gorillas, but it was still an interesting story. Anyhow, Winston had formed a bond with one of the human scientists living in the base, Doctor Harold Winston, and had quickly picked up on his love for pure science and his belief that it could make the world a better place. From what she had heard, Lena would have loved to have met Dr. Winston, which was part of what made his fate so tragic.

The other Gorillas on the base did not like being the subject of experiments. Lena could understand that, being under constant observation and going through seemingly endless trials to determine exactly what was wrong with her had been almost as bad as the chronal disassociation. Almost. The Gorillas, however, had taken their frustration farther than Lena could have imagined herself going; they rebelled, killing the scientists before setting themselves up as the new owners of the base. Whenever he talked about it, Lena noticed a disturbingly sad look in his eyes that suggested that she shouldn't ask exactly how the scientists were killed.

Eventually, unable to forgive the others, Winston stole one of the base's return vehicles with the help of a genetically modified hamster before heading back to Earth. He and Hammond parted ways, and Winston eventually joined Overwatch, using his scientific knowledge to fight for the world as he dreamed it to be.

Lena and Winston had become friends soon after she joined. After her experimental jet accident left her with a unique and incurable condition called temporal disassociation, which caused her to become incorporeal and slowly lose her grip on reality, Winston had dropped everything to first design a temporal stabilization chamber, and then a chronal accelerator that almost brought her back in sync with normal time. The almost turned out to be a great thing, she could make quick hops ahead in time, allowing her to teleport around. She could also partially rewind herself, allowing her to undo injuries. She easily began to use her newfound abilities to conduct field missions, and quickly found herself as the new face of Overwatch.

After he helped her to overcome her condition, Lena and Winston were inseperable. This eventually led her to encourage him to design his own set of field gear: a jet pack that allowed him to leap small buildings (preferably landing on the bad guys), a electrostatic discharge cannon, and a portable shield projector that almost never failed to perform as expected.

Winston took a few moments to respond, "Did Athena fill you in?" Tracer nodded, so he continued: "I contacted Genji after I discovered the breach in our database and asked him to take a detour. It was close, but he was able to learn a few things about Sombra, as well as plant a bug on her computer and her workroom."

Lena was surprised, anyone who could breach Winston's file system had to be the best, not just good. "Well then, I'll be sure to buy him a drink next time I see him."

"I will be sure to hold you to that promise" stated a male electronic voice that didn't seem to come from any specific direction. Tracer yelped and jumped in the air before looking for the source. She quickly found it as Genji reactivated his lights and descended silently from a nondescript dark corner of the room. Tracer tried to appear cross but failed after a few seconds before breaking down into laughter. Then, she blinked up to her old friend and wrapped him in a hug which he quickly reciprocated. After a few seconds she gently pulled away before looking her old sparring partner. "You've changed" she claimed, looking inquisitively into his eyes.

"I have traveled far since Overwatch collapsed, and met someone who helped me to find peace with who I am" Genji replied. Tracer, now sitting in a chair but still looking directly at her old friend, took in every word. Back when they were both a part of Overwatch, Genji had been one of a very small number of agents who had the reflexes to track her when she used her abilities. This meant that they frequently found themselves sparring against each other, each helping the other to build their skills. Back in those days, Genji had always shown at least a trace of the rage he felt from his brother's betrayal. Most of the other agents didn't see it, but Lena knew him too well not to notice. Or, she looked into his eyes again, to miss its absence.

"Have you talked to Doc yet?" Lena asked, raising an eyebrow at Genji, whose eyes signaled a blush at the mention of his savior. Doctor Angela Ziegler had fought tooth and nail to preserve his life after finding his body on a mission to Japan, replacing a significant amount of his body with high precision prosthetics. Genji had been unable to handle the transition alone; in his youth, he had been extremely attractive, and had led an almost hedonistic lifestyle. Now, he could barely look at himself in the mirror, his black hair and his brown eyes the only recognizable parts of a sleek, cybernetic body. So, Angela had once again intervened, convincing Genji that his life wasn't over, and that the only person who thought that he was either a monster or a pitiful wreck was himself. It had taken time, but Dr. Zeigler, who had already saved his body, also saved his soul. During this process, the two had formed a close bond which was reinforced when Genji returned the favor during a botched mission in an old Chinese Research facility. The two had never casually discussed exactly what they had seen in there, but the rumor was that they had encountered some talon operatives experimenting with a mind control/torture device. The only thing that was known for sure was that the device had been destroyed by several highly motivated slashes from Genji's 'magical' katana.

"I have, I am looking forward to seeing her when she arrives" responded Genji, himself taking a seat.

At that moment, Winston chimed in: "I think I found something." He was watching a split screen monitor; one screen showed a woman in her early thirties with some strange gadgets attached to the side of her head working at a large holographic computer station. The other screen showed output from what Lena assumed was the computer station itself. The latter screen had highlighted what appeared to be geographical coordinates.

"What's this?" asked Lena, blinking over to look at the screens.

"After Genji planted the bug, we discovered that 'Sombra' is evidently a single person" Winston began. "She seems to work with Talon, but frequently pursues her own agenda. Lately, she has been searching through old classified military records from the Chinese, American, and Russian governments. She seems to believe that they somehow tie back to a larger global conspiracy." He finished by describing what they had found: "We aren't able to look very deep into her computer systems without her detecting our presence, but it looks like she accidentally typed a location into an unsecure document."

Lena could see where this was going, "So we need to investigate?" she asked.

"Yes, and quickly" Winston replied. "She just found it in what I think are some old American military files from the mid 2000's. If she hasn't followed this lead yet, we may be able to beat her to it."

While Winston had been speaking, Lena and Genji had followed their almost instinctive routine; Lena had retrieved her goggles and pulse pistols, Genji had replaced his visor and strapped his katana to his back. Winston turned around, expecting to ask them to prepare to depart, only to find them fully suited up, waiting for instructions. "Um… I suppose that almost covers it. The objective is to capture Sombra. The site is an old American military base in Colorado. The jump ship is waiting in the hangar, try to be stealthy when you leave." Winston was sad to not be able to go into the field, but ultimately, he was a scientist first, agent second, and they couldn't leave the base unguarded against Talon, especially when there were more agents on their way. "I'll be talking to you the entire way, good luck."

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Sombra owed allegiance to nobody. She had learned early on that the world was a cruel, vicious place. The only way to survive was to either be lucky, or to be smart. Her parents had been killed during the way, and she intended to survive, so her choice was simple. She learned how to hack computers, how to hack people, and how both systems were tied together. Now, at thirty years old, she was the best hacker on the planet. There were still secrets that she could not access, but between her skills and her contacts, they would not be out of her reach for long.

Sombra could easily pass for an everyday woman. Her light brown skin, average height, and unremarkable eyes allowed her to blend in almost anywhere; provided that she simply shifted her hair to cover her neural implants and lost her trademark uzi. In Talon's base however, there was no need to go unnoticed, except when she felt like tormenting one of the seemingly never-ending new grunts. On the base, everyone knew to avoid the snarky, purple clad, uzi toting hacker who seemed to know more about everyone's dirty laundry than they did. And that was just the way she liked it, it freed up her attention to deal with more external nuisances.

Sombra scoffed as she left her quarters. Those idiotas working with Overwatch had taken their sweet time finding the old American base. She was almost tempted turn to the bug and tell them where she was going, but her 'professional' pride wouldn't allow it. She stopped briefly, maybe the ninja wasn't entirely incompetent, she almost hadn't noticed him sneaking around her quarters when he placed the bug, and she was very difficult to get by. Also, the bug wasn't anything like the hardware she had, but it was probably better than what she could expect from the 'technically inclined' members of Talon. What she hadn't let slip was that the American military evidently had an interest in this site that went beyond a simple decades-old wrecked mountain fortress, and consequently not react well to an intrusion by two members of a disbanded peacekeeping force.

Her contact in the American Airforce evidently didn't know why the mountain was so secure. A few all-nighters spent perusing classified files revealed that nobody did, just that there were presidential level orders dating back to 2004 that the base was strictly off-limits. There was even a video showing then president Henry Hayes reiterating those orders to some of his staff. Had she been a bit more naïve, Sombra would have sworn that she had seen a look of loss in his eyes.

Sombra snapped herself out of her reminiscing to go over her plan one more time. It really was a clever plan, if she did say so herself. And she did. In her head, at least.

Her contact would, on her signal, report that some intruders had breached the perimeter around the remains of the Cheyenne mountain complex. As a reward for his vigilance on what was increasingly considered a punishment duty, he would likely be promoted to a more meaningful posting. In exchange, after the ruckus had cleared, he would 'forget' to send a team into the old escape tunnel that she planned to explore, leaving her to inflitrate the underground base undisturbed. Additionally, the capture of several Overwatch agents would make them easy targets for Reaper, which is what she planned to emphasize if he caught her attempting to take out an unauthorized drop ship again. She would have normally been concerned about how much of her plan relied on the American adúltero, but she was convinced that the threat of the scandalous photographs that she had shown him making their way back to his wife should he double cross her left that base covered.

Sombra arrived at the dropship. After convincing the grunt guarding it that Reaper was looking for him and implying that he would be better off if he didn't succeed, she silently took off as the infamous assassins known as Widomaker and Reaper watched disinterestedly from a nearby window.

"Are we going to have to bail her out again?" asked the Talon 'trained' sniper.

The man next to her sighed. Some people working with Talon would have accused him of being overdramatic, 'edgy' even, as a result of his all black uniform, skull shaped mask, and constant complaining about the performance of all but two of the people that he worked with. Just not to his face, or anywhere where there was a remote chance if it being recorded and getting back to him.

He thought for a moment, "probably," he replied.

"Let's go then" replied the blue skinned sniper with what almost sounded like a hint of exasperation in her voice. Both figures started towards the hangar. Unseen, or at least unnoticed by the reaper, a grunt in a nearby hallway saw him coming and fainted, falling back into the storage closet he had been hiding in.

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Sombra arrived a bit later than she had planned due to a storm over the Atlantic. She was annoyed; none of the weather services had reported it, probably thinking that it was too small to be noteworthy. She arrived, and immediately found the escape tunnel. She tossed her translocator towards the bottom, confident that its internal gyros would stabilize it before it landed. Then she climbed into a nearby tree and began watching for her scapegoats.

Unknown to Sombra, as the translocator approached the bottom, it breached the edge of the time dilation field encompassing the SGC and would have appeared to freeze in place to any outside observer.

Sombra was not kept waiting long, but a new problem presented itself. She thought that the agents would take the stealthy approach: landing well outside the perimeter before slowly making their way into the base, thus giving the Americans plenty of time to catch up to them and prevent them from escaping. This was not what they did, instead, they were opting to land almost on top of the tunnel, which would allow them to run away the moment that the Americans showed up.

Sombra was processing this development as the ship landed, disgorging one of the most famous ex-agents of Overwatch. Sombra had heard far more than she wanted to about her from her discussions with Widomaker. Ever since the cheeky brit had managed to disarm her during an op in Liverpool, the normally emotionless assassin refused to go on a mission without a solid backup plan to deal with the time jumping nuisance. Neither she nor Reaper had been inclined to complain about this, Tracer had in fact shown up several times on other missions, and Sombra didn't think that she could survive having to listen to her 'witty' one liners and gloating if she did manage to catch one of them. Although, Widomaker's concern did sometimes seem to go into a full-blown obsession, almost as if there were more than just professional rivalry being directed at the Overwatch icon, not that Sombra would ever dare to suggest that to either of them.

Sombra was pulled back to reality by a sudden realization. The Overwatch agents may not be as good as her, but they weren't foolish enough to send a lone agent on a mission, especially one where they expected to take prisoners. Sombra was about to bolt when a mechanical voice piped up behind her.

"Surrender, Sombra"

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Tracer and Genji had spent the first few hours of the flight catching each other up on their lives. Tracer was still with Emily and they were contemplating getting married. Genji had continued to write to Angela, who in turn had written back. The face that they refused to elaborate on the content of some of the letters gave Lena a good impression of exactly what they contained, she made a note to say a few words of encouragement to Dr. Zeigler the next time she saw her. Their discussions of their love lives was cut short when the radio crackled to life.

"Unidentified aircraft, you are violating United States airspace, respond immediately.

The two agents looked at each other. Their radio frequencies were supposed to be a secret, and their aircraft was supposed to have top-of-the-line stealth. If somebody could detect and talk to them, they were in trouble. Tracer decided that they should respond if they wanted to figure out how much trouble they were in.

"This is… the Hyde TXC73 Flybox" said Tracer, thinking quickly to invent a name that didn't scream 'Rouge Overwatch Agents.' Genji was not impressed, and he could feel him arching an eyebrow towards her through his visor. The radio replied before they could get into a discussion on cover names.

"I know that you're conducting an operation for Overwatch. I'm not going to bust you, I just want to talk."

Now the mysterious caller had their complete attention. Well, almost complete; Lena still had to pilot the plane. "Who are you?", she demanded.

The radio was silent for a few moments before the voice responded: "I am General Jonathan O'Neill, United States Air Force, retired"

Both agents visibly stiffened. A USAF general was contacting them while they were flying a highly illegal mission that involved a US military base, they had a bad feeling about where this was going. Winston immediately began to relay some background information to them: "joined the air force right out of high school, made general at age 65, currently about ninety years old." Winston was intrigued by the man's age; medicine had advanced since the omnic crisis, so the retirement age had gradually moved up to 74 years as doctors learned to slow the aging process and repair more of the damage that it did, but ninety was still an impressive age. "He also scored some impressive victories as a pilot: almost 750 hours logged in enemy airspace, and he managed to take out a Titan." Tracer was impressed; at some point, some genius (*cough, Torbjörn, *cough) had designed a skyscraper sized factory mech to quickly build high rises. Then the omnic crisis happened, and the robots appropriated the design for their own ends. Titans were the result, and the towering fortresses of weapons surrounding a mobile factory were notoriously difficult to put down. "Evidently he got in just enough fancy flying to avoid its defenses before landing a hellfire missile directly in the factory section."

Tracer replied again, awe entering her voice, "Why are you calling?", she asked.

There was a longer silence than before, then the radio replied: "You are currently pursuing someone who is attempting to infiltrate the ruins of the Cheyenne Mountain complex using an old escape tunnel, correct?" Taking the agent's stunned silence as confirmation, O'Neill continued: "The whole story behind that base is too long to get into now. The short version is that there are people trapped inside, and I would be very grateful if you were to retrieve them."

Genji replied this time: "Is the facility still active? It was heavily bombed during the crisis."

Jonathan replied, "I take it that you only looked at the files that the Talon hacker got into?"

Once again taking their silence as confirmation, he told them what Oma thought they needed to know. She had paid him a visit a few years ago, evidently the Ancients were becoming a bit lax on their policies regarding interference. He begrudgingly followed her recommendations and told them that there was a time dilation field around the base. It was almost certain that if either Tracer or Sombra attempted to use their temporal devices inside the field, it would collapse, allowing the base back into the timestream. For some reason, Oma felt that the stargate didn't qualify as need to know information.

Jonathan sighed when hearing that last bit from her, but he knew that he would probably go along with it. The secrecy surrounding the Stargate Program had been deeply ingrained into Jack O'Neill, so he had inherited it when Loki cloned him. And he did agree that the chances of them believing the full story, especially where he was getting his information from, were slim. After warning them to be careful, John ended the call before dialing another number.

"Hello Cassie" he began.

"Hello John, long time no see" replied Dr. Cassandra Fraiser.

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After they finished their strange conversation, the two agents began to speak to each other, and to their comrade back in Gibraltar.

"We need to get there quickly, it would be wrong to just let Sombra throw her translocator into the field" began Tracer.

Genji pondered her words; back in his Overwatch days, the potential injury or even death of an enemy would not have concerned him if it furthered the mission. However, after the botched mission in Rialto, he had begun to understand why Jesse had been so upset at the body count. "Agreed, but we will need a new plan."

"Sombra is probably expecting you" intruded Winston, confirming what both agents were thinking.

"What makes you think that?" Tracer asked.

"When you think about it, we saw enough of her files to lead us to the location, but nothing about the added security or time dilation device. Its almost as if she leaked just enough to get us to follow her." He explained.

"It is unlikely that Sombra knows about the time dilation field, General O'Neill implied that the files that discussed it were not breached", offered Genji. "But I agree, she is likely expecting us, we will have to alter our approach."

Both of his colleagues agreed. And so, a new plan was formed.

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Sombra was momentarily shocked. In hindsight, she should have been more careful, maybe she would have seen the cyborg coming.

Such thoughts were irrelevant. She still had one card that she could play, they might not have seen her throw the translocator. She would have to escape into the hopefully abandoned base before calling her contact. It was unlikely that they would capture the Overwatch agents, but it would give her enough space to plan her escape. She activated her translocator right as Tracer began blinking towards her tree.

At the same moment, a faint cry of pain followed by a light impact came out of the entrance to the tunnel. Genji and Tracer both figured out immediately that Sombra had attempted to translocate into the base. They walked over to the tunnel and looked at each other.

"Can we go down there?" asked Tracer to Winston.

"She cried out and landed on something, so I believe that the time dilation field has been deactivated.", He replied.

Tracer didn't feel as confident as her friend sounded. Genji was hard to read by an outside observer, but Tracer knew that he had his own doubts. "She could be hurt" she finally stated.

"Then our task is simple, we must go down there" Genji replied in a matter of fact tone.

Nodding, Lena began to use her chronal accelerator to blink down the tunnel and into the abandoned base. Genji climbed down after her far faster than any normal human could.

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Dr. Elizabeth Weir was sitting in her office when the alarms started to go off. As if in confirmation that something had gone wrong, a deep rumbling sound immediately followed. She took a moment to wonder what she had done to deserve yet another crisis just after dealing with an actual alien invasion. She quickly dismissed those thoughts as she placed her first call. "Walter, what's going on?"

Walter had an almost supernatural sense for what was going on in the SGC, especially when the base commander would want to know about it. When the call came in from Dr. Weir's office, he was already aggregating reports and looking over diagnostic information, so he was able to respond to her request quickly, if not with a fully satisfying answer.

"We've lost contact with the surface. Patrols near the upper levels are reporting that several corridors are blocked with rubble, and all surface access elevators are offline" he began. He looked at another report called in from one of the less populated parts of the base: "Airman Roberts is reporting that he caught one of the scientists fiddling with a bomb before she activated a second Go'auld device. She is being led to detention as we speak, and he sent us an image of the device."

Carter, who had been working with the other remaining members of SG1, came walking in with similar questions. She saw the device in the photograph and turned several shades paler. "Ma'am", she began tentatively. "I recognize that, it's an experimental Go'auld time dilation device", she continued. "They never got one to work, but if it belonged to Anubis, he may have been able to complete it with Ancient knowledge."

Weir sensed a headache in her near future. She had read the mission reports detailing how the Asgard had used a similar device in an attempt to trap the replicators in a single star system in their home galaxy. That plan had nearly backfired when they were able to access the device and use it to give themselves an accelerated timestream. Fortunately, SG1 had been called in to remedy that situation, so it felt ironic that they may have become victims of the same tactic. "And Andre said that she turned the device on?", she asked.

Carter looked at the picture one more time as Walter responded affirmatively. "Even a few seconds of activity could have had a significant effect. We could be years into the future, or we could have simply experienced a few extra seconds." Carter's hopes for the latter option were dashed when the next report came in: "Ma'ams, we've got reports of three prisoners at the escape hatch, two surrendered voluntarily, the third was unconscious. The two conscious ones claim that we have just come out of a time dilation field, and all three have substantial amounts of unidentified technology on them."

"Take them to detention, bring any weapons they have to Carter's lab" Doctor Weir replied. The headache had arrived, her first week in charge and she had an alien invasion immediately followed up by the entire base being tossed God knew how far into the future. All General Hammond had to deal with were your garden variety alien invasions, with the occasional minor time traveler or foothold situation. Dr. Weir wondered how the General kept a lid on the trouble that seemed to emerge from the gate. To make matters worse, another rumbling sound, louder than the first, echoed from all directions.

At least they still had power and control of the base. Weir immediately froze, trying to unthink those thoughts: she was not going to jinx herself into an even bigger crisis. She looked around for a moment, Walter and Carter were both preoccupied analyzing the reports coming in from around the base. She breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her office.

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The three airmen in charge of escorting the first prisoner were each trying to maintain the expressionless, stone cold exterior that was standard for dealing with prisoners. None of them however were having an easy go of it. It was just such a nice change to get a prisoner who just cooperated and didn't try to break out of their restraints, or attack them, or threaten them with utter annihilation. Not that she wasn't able to; the strange glowing device on her chest suggested to each of the guards that she had abilities that she wasn't using. Instead, she was trying to strike up a conversation with the lead guard.

"So… whadda they call you"

Airman Colomar didn't reply, but he did hope that nobody noticed the slight twitch of a smile on his face.

"Whadda you do around here? Is it exciting?"

Another twitch

"Are ya really from 2004?"

Airman Colomar considered her question. If her story, which she had machine gunned at them the moment they appeared in between her surrender and her identification, was true, he had some questions. Why was NORAD and the main exit inaccessible? What was that rumbling sound? Most importantly: why had nobody rescued them in seventy years? Eventually, he decided to give one of the only authorized responses to prisoner questions: "classified."

To his and the other guards' relief, she seemed to understand, and quit asking questions for the rest of the trip to holding. By the time they had arrived, each guard had decided that this had to be their favorite prisoner during their time at the SGC.

The other conscious prisoner wasn't nearly as talkative. Not that his guards minded, so long as he didn't act out of line, they were quite happy to escort the robot to a cell.

The final prisoner was unconscious, so she was disarmed and had to be carried on a stretcher by two of the airmen.

"Say, doesn't she look a bit like Alejandro?", commented the one of the guards carrying the stretcher.

Another guard, charged with carrying her uzi nodded distractedly. Evidently seventy years of weapons development had yielded uzis with wi-fi. Go figure.

He responded: "maybe they're related, didn't he have a daughter living back in Mexico?"

"Yeah", said the first guard. "I think she lived in in a small town called Dorado."

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"Ma'am, the geology department thinks that they have an explanation for that rumbling" Walter began. "The working theory is that at some point while we were frozen in time, the base above us was attacked and destroyed, or at least the first few levels were. In addition, because the field wasn't properly calibrated, there are now faults and weak spots wherever it passed through the rock."

"Is the base in danger of collapse?" Dr. Weir asked, concerned. The only exit that they had found consisted of a single, meter wide tunnel to the surface and a ladder. It would take days to evacuate all the base personnel. Additionally, after seventy years, the only people to come through that tunnel were two agents of what did not sound like a legitimate organization who had accused the third person of being a notorious criminal. Had their governments forgotten them? Were their governments still around?

"Yes, they estimate that we have about an hour before we start seeing serious structural failure" Walter replied.

That was it. They didn't have time to get everyone to the surface and didn't know enough about what was going on up there to risk asking for help. It was time to evacuate.

"Get me an open line", Doctor Weir commanded. Walter, already knowing what she was planning, handed her the microphone.

"Attention all personnel, this is Weir speaking" she began. "Whatever happened to us has compromised structural integrity around the base. The leading theory is that we have been subject to a time dilation field that has shifted us forward in time by about seventy years." She knew that she had everyone's attention now.

"NORAD was destroyed during this time; that, coupled with the damage to the supports caused by the time dilation field itself is threatening to cause complete structural collapse, so I am ordering all personnel are to report to their evacuation posts, we all need to be gone within an hour."

The stargate generated seismic tremors whenever it was activated. An ingenious system of springs and shock absorbers were able to attenuate the worst of the vibrations, but they were still there, just below human perception. About a month after the SGC's founding, this issue came up when crafting the evacuation protocols.

If the evacuation was caused by a geological problem, or if there was structural damage to the base, an evacuation through the gate could cause a more rapid collapse. Therefore, the protocol when evacuating through the gate in the presence of any geological instability was to gather all personnel as close as possible to the gate room, one of the most stable areas of the base, before opening it.

"SG1 to my office please" Doctor Weir called out to the flagship team before they left operations. "I'd like you to escort the prisoners to the gate, see what you can learn from them." SG1 nodded, they had been expecting such an instruction, and were eager to learn more about what had transpired on the surface. Especially as those events related to their frozen leader.

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"Alejandro!" called out Dr. Jackson as he raced towards the group as they made their way towards the gate room. Not that their prisoner knew what a gate was, or why they appeared to be evacuating towards the bottom of the base.

The airman acknowledged him, and nodded his head as received delivered his orders. Dr. Jackson was to begin talking to the prisoner on the way to the gate room. Evidently there wasn't time for an interrogation.

Dr. Jackson turned towards Tracer and introduced himself: "Hello, I am Doctor Daniel Jackson."

"Call me Tracer" Lena was happy to be friendly, but she wasn't sure if she should trust these people with her name yet.

Dr. Jackson decided to jump to the heart of his questions: "So you claim to be from the future?"

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it."

"How much to you know about what we do here?"

Now Lena was intrigued, was this a chance to uncover some of the secrets of the mysterious base? General O'Neill had not been forthcoming about exactly what went on down here, and she suspected that his explanation of primitive time travel experiments to be a half-truth at best.

"Not much, we were originally trying to capture Sombra" Tracer began. Before Jackson could respond, she continued, not seeming to need to take a breath: "She's the unconscious one by the way, I'd recommend putting her somewhere secure. And unpleasant. Anyways, we were on our way here when a man calling himself General Jonathan O'Neill made contact." Completely ignoring Daniel's surprised expression, she continued: "He told us that this place was trapped in a time dilation field, and that if either me or she used our tech inside of it, we'd break it." Not stopping for breath, she finished her story: "So, we tried to catch Sombra before she could climb down here, but she evidently already tossed her teleporting beacon, teleporting is a real technology now, by the way, and tried to use it to escape. I guess that she just got knocked unconscious when she appeared, because we climbed down after her, found her out, found your guards, and here I am, talking to you." She finished, finally drawing a breath.

"So, what is it you do down here?"

Daniel thought for a minute. She needed to go through the gate, there was no way they would get her to go through it without a convincing explanation. He decided that he should go with the abbreviated story, as much as it pained him. "In 1928, an archeological expedition led by Professor Paul Langford uncovered a large ring in Giza, Egypt. At the time, our government thought that it was an alien weapon, and shipped it back here for study." He paused; he had to breathe, like most normal people.

"The ring wasn't a weapon, and it sat in this base until 1996, when I was brought in to assist in deciphering the symbols by Doctor Catherine Langford. I was able to determine that the symbols present on the device represented constellations, and how to use them to activate the device. I joined the first team that was sent through, and arrived on another world."

Tracer wasn't sure if Dr. Jackson was pulling her leg or just insane. Then she noticed that her original guards looked completely unsurprised, as if they were used to this. Intrigued, she let him continue.

"We met the locals almost immediately, and quickly discovered that they were being enslaved by an alien who claimed to be their god, Ra." Dr. Jackson continued, "In fact, Ra had been to earth millennia ago before being driven off by a rebellion." He paused, "The original team had been sent with a nuclear device with the intention of eliminating any potential threat on the other side of the gate."

That didn't surprise her, America in that period was famous for their aggressive way of solving problems.

Dr. Jackson continued: "Ra captured the bomb and enhanced it, he was going to send it back through the gate. But Colonel O'Neill was able to recapture the bomb and send it back to Ra's ship, destroying it and killing everyone on board."

Tracer suspected that Dr. Jackson was leaving a few details out, but she kept listening.

"I elected to stay on the planet, the rest of the team returned here, and the gate was mothballed here for about a year, until another alien, the same species as Ra, used it to abduct several people from Abydos and Earth. At that point, I was retrieved, and the SGC, or Stargate Command was officially founded to use the gate to combat alien threats."

Now Tracer was sure they were having a go at her. Aliens pretending to be gods? Blowing up a starship with an old fashioned nuke? It sounded like one of those bad American sci-fi movies McCree used to watch in the break room.

Then she walked through a large blast door, and her world was changed forever.

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Genji had the pleasure of being escorted by a blond American woman and a tall warrior. Evidently the blond woman was a major named Dr. Samantha Carter, which sounded vaguely familiar. The warrior identified himself as Teal'c, which was not like any American name he had ever heard of.

Neither of them seemed to be entirely sane. Aliens? Aliens posing as god nonetheless. The entire concept was ridiculous, and that was coming from a cyborg ninja with a magic sword. The entire situation would have elicited a laugh had he not been surrounded by heavily armed soldiers. Also, the woman was trying to explain the science behind what she called 'the stargate'. She couldn't tell, but his eyes had glazed over the moment she had mentioned "a stable, artificial wormhole." He felt bad for Winston, even if it was totally preposterous, he would have enjoyed debating physics with her.

Teal'c was another matter. He was clearly a warrior, he had what was clearly a symbol of authority on his forehead, and he carried a weapon that he had never seen before that looked like a staff with a flare at one end and what could have been a plasma emitter at the other end. That was unlikely however, the Americans didn't have energy weapons in 2004, nobody did. Teal'c claimed to be a type of alien called a Jaffa, but Genji found this hard to believe. Nevertheless, Genji was already wondering what the chances of getting this mysterious warrior to agree to a sparring match were.

Genji was pondering how Teal'c, if that was truly his name, would react to one of his wall climbing maneuvers when they appeared to shift strategies. Major Carter seemed to realize that he didn't believe them and decided to instead try to determine what they had missed. Genji was happy to oblige them, he told them about the rise and attack of the omnics. Genji briefly felt sorry for the major when she looked slightly sick as she heard the destruction that the omnics had inflicted on the world while she had been frozen in time. He noted their expressions of approval when he described how the nations of the world had come together to form Overwatch, and he felt slightly embarrassed at their disapproval when he described Blackwatch. They both looked disappointed and alarmed when he finally described how Overwatch had been dissolved and its very nature criminalized. Finally, Genji noted a look of relief when he revealed that Overwatch was being reassembled in secret, its agents unwilling to abandon their oaths to protect the world from danger.

Or, at least, the woman named Carter showed those emotions. Teal'c was almost as good as he was about maintaining an image of stoicism, and he didn't have the help of a full-face visor.

Genji also delved into his personal history: the Shimada clan and their unique ability to control the spirit dragons. Genji was surprised when Carter and Teal'c, both clearly intrigued, didn't deny him outright. Either these people were very gullible, which may explain why the Americans kept them down here, away from anything important, or they knew something that he didn't. Carter expressed her sympathy when Genji arrived at his part in the story: not wanting to participate in the crimes of his family, he had been viciously attacked and left for dead by his brother, who totally cheated. He was rescued by an Overwatch doctor named Angela Ziegler, and valiantly joined the fight against his own clan, eventually dismantling them for good. Perhaps he was exaggerating a few details, but if Hanzo wanted to get his side in, he was welcome to join Overwatch and be sent to rescue crazy ancient Americans.

Genji arrived at an important looking blast door. As he walked in and saw the gigantic ring in the middle of the room, which by this time was already starting to rotate and light up, a variety of expressions flashed across his face, most of which represented some form of surprise and all of which were hidden by his visor.

He contemplated the Major's earlier claims. He turned to her: "So, you are telling me that aliens are real?"

Carter and Teal'c nodded, each feeling a little vindicated at finally changing the ninja's mind.

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Before the war, before the hacking and the blackmail and the murder, before Sombra, Olivia Colomar had just been another girl. A girl with a family and relatives and a house. Sometimes, when she was alone, she wished for that old life back, one where she could trust, one where she could love, one where she was loved.

Olivia was dreaming about her family before she woke up. She didn't have many memories of them, she was very young when they were killed in an omnic bombing raid. She did however remember being shown a few pieces of her family history.

She suddenly recalled her grandfather, Alejandro Colomar, and how he had evidently been killed in a failed coup while serving in the American military back in 2004.

This last detail was troubling her because Alejandro Colomar was in fact staring directly at her, confusion dominating his features.

Sombra groaned and blinked several times, wondering if she was seeing a leftover image from a dream. When the face of her grandfather stubbornly refused to go away, she began to wonder if years of questionable cybernetic enhancements had finally begun to catch up with her.

She blinked a few timed, summoning diagnostic information from her various electronic parts. Her translocation system was fried, evidently the beacon had interacted with a temporal anomaly. Her thermoptic camouflage was intact, not that it would do her much good now. The universal hacking tool integrated into her right hand reported as ready, but she would need to test that one out. The abundance of old fashioned machine guns surrounding her suggested that she should probably hold off on that.

She noticed her two planned scapegoats: Genji Shimada and Lena Oxton a few meters from her in the room. There was no way that they didn't know where she was, yet neither of the were looking at her. Sombra began to follow their astonished stares when the gate activated, bathing the room in blue light and setting off a series of ominous rumbles.

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A second talon dropship arrived over the remains of Cheyenne mountain. Reaper and Widomaker had barely stepped out when they heard a loud rumbling coming from beneath the ground. The two looked at each other, and immediately knew that their resident hacker had to be involved. There was nothing that they could do however, the rumbling grew louder before several piles of debris on the mountain appeared to collapse inwards.

"Damn"

Widomaker looked around as Reaper swore. Both knew that the base had collapsed, that was the only thing that could explain the rumbling. She knew that their superiors would be unhappy about the loss of their expert infiltrator, but digging anything out of the base would take months, and there was no way that the American military had failed to notice their base collapsing.

The two agents returned to their dropship to make their report. Neither saw two lightly glowing figures clad in white robes watching them leave.

"So Earth has returned to the stage. Are they ready to face their full reality?" commented the male figure.

"I believe that they are" replied the woman.

A/N: Point of clarification, when the SGC evacuated, they took a substantial amount of supplies with them, including Sombra's, Tracer's, and Genji's weapons. I'll try to explain how the earth managed to avoid any more alien encounters after going dark for seventy years in the prologue and in chapter 2.

I am a college student studying engineering. As a result, my schedule is usually packed, so I can't give a good time frame for updates. If I had to take a guess, I'd expect a new chapter every month or so, with an exception around finals.

Also, one final note: I don't think that SG canon ever said what kind of career Cassie was pursuing. I believe that I got the medical doctor idea from An Extraordinary Journey by fmfan1980.