I own nothing except the idea of how to put these worlds together.

I've seen several x-overs recently of these, and have been inspired to write my own. It's not just Stargate/Smallville, as I'll be mixing my Superman references. Pete never left, Lana and Clark never got together.

For reference, anything in fancy brackets like these is Go'auld/ancient Egyptian/Abadonian. Anything in reverse alligator like this is Kryptonian, and anything in normal alligator's is any other language like this

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"So did you ever find out who turned off the system before the search finished, Sam?" Daniel asked as he took his normal seat in the military astrophycisyst's office. He was fiddling with a cliboard which had several files clamped in place.

"Yeah, one of the new recruits thought they'd help me out by shutting down the system for some reason. I guess the 'unlimited' budget didn't click and he thought he could save the power or something. I've warned him not to turn anything off without asking for permission first and Jack chewed him out too, so I think he won't have any more problems." Sam said, taking a sip of her coffee. Everyone on the base knew that Daniel made the best and new the best places to go, so when they'd needed a coffee run earlier, she'd volunteered Daniel to get them some decent brew. There was coffee on base, but she suspected it would make a better breeding environment for Go'auld then a beverage for humans.

"What do you have there?" she asked about the clipboard.

Daniel looked puzzled for a moment then it clicked. "Oh. I found this doing some research lately. I found some intersting corrolations between the symbols on the disk and on the recorder with some found in a Native American cave in Kansas. Some of the symbols have been translated by a Dr. Virgil Swan. He's some kind of billionaire recluse with an obsession on astronomy and ancient cultures. He really seems to know his stuff. Not a lot of archeology, but a lot of anthropological work."

Sam frowned. She'd heard the name before, during the course of her studies. Some of his earlier works were used as textbooks for the early astronomy classes at MIT. She hadn't known he'd had an interest in ancient cultures though, and if Daniel said he knew his stuff, then he had to be better then most of the people working in the field. He'd become a recluse several years earlier after a riding accident paralized him below the neck. It was about that time that he started putting out a branch of new mathematics so advanced, people still hadn't caught up ten years later. It had been used to help program some of the XO3's systems in order to increase security.

"Maybe we should try and talk to him. I don't know if it would be possible, but we should see about getting both his notes and sending a team to those caves you mentioned. What's the nearest town?"

Daniel looked at the file, making sure he didn't make a mistake. "Says here it's a Smallville. The natives of the area were the Kawatche. It seems that Luthor Corp had purchased the caves and tried excavating them, but a local heritage group forced an injuction against any type of drilling or excavating. They're only allowing still images to be taken of the cave drawings with the symbols, no video and no sampling."

"Smallville? Smallville... Why does that sounds so familliar?" Sam asked herself.

"Probably because its the site of not one but two of the largest meteor showers to hit the continental US. The first one was just about 14 years ago, and the second one happened a few months ago. Several deaths both times, but mostly property damage." Jack answered as he entered the office, taking a moment to grab the coffee Daniel had brought him. Tealc followed behind the colonel, taking his large latte and a donut from the box.

Jack frowned as his younger teammates stared at him in surprise. He sighed as he realised that this was a time his cover was acting against him. "Interest and degree in astronomy, remember? I always look up interesting stuff about meteor showers. In fact, there are rumors that some of the population of Smallville were altered by some special kind of rock that fell with the meteors. There's been studies on the so called meteor rocks, but nothing conclusive. Weird things seem to happen in Smallville, unexplained deaths, and people suddenly able to do things no one else can do. There was a bit of a push to have the area quarantined and the people tested, but no one wanted to fund it. I think some private corporation took up the slack, though they promised to share any findings."

"Shall we be visitting this Smallville, O'Neill?" Tealc asked, having followed the conversation taken up by the colonel when they arrived.

Jack turned to Sam and Daniel. "Well kids, what do you think? I heard the name Swan being muttered, so I'm guessing you have some leads on that doohickey we found."

"Well, it seems that Dr. Swan has been working on translating a language that looks remarkably like the one we just discovered, sir. He's working on some unknown source material, and some cave paintings from a cave near the town of Smallville, in Kansas." Sam replied, taking a plain honey dipped donut. "So we can either go to Swan and try and get either his help or his notes, or we could skip him altogether and head to Kansas and the caves and try and work on this ourselves."

"What's the chance that talking to Swan would be easy and hassle free?" Jack asked.

"Zero to none. He doesn't talk to anyone but a handful of assistants or investors, and it might take weeks to get an appointment even if he agreed to meet with us. It's much easier just to bypass him, or send a secondary group to him, while we go on to Kansas and try and work this out ourselves. When Dad gets the message, he can either contact or meet us there."

"I'm guessing you aren't thinking short term project for this?" the colonel asked.

Daniel and Sam exchanged glances. "I'm not sure, Jack. We are talking of a language completely unrelated to any thing we've encountered before. It seems as much a new type of math as it is a language. There's a reason I'm a linguist and not a mathematician, Jack. I just can't get much further without the help of some heavy duty mathemeticians."

"What about Sam, can't she help?" Jack asked.

"Sir, I can handle the basics, but the type of math this is is beyond my level. I'm an astrophysicist. I can calculate planetary trajectory and locations, but this . . . this is a whole different type of math."

"Give it to me in terms I can use to explain to the brass why we might need to try and recruit a whole new specialty team." Jack stated, a little lost in the technical details.

Sam thought for a moment. "It's like the difference hockey and football, sir. In many ways they are similar and some of the strategies in one could be used or adapted to the other, but they aren't exactly equal. They both use the same basics for safety: helmet, shoulder pads, etc... but they are used differently. It's the same with this. I have the basic foundations to understand this, but the way I've been taught to use those foundations is completely different from what a theoretical mathematician like Swan and others are taught."

Jack sighed, understanding what his xo was trying to say. "I'll pass it to Hammond and see what he thinks. I don't know if we could afford to hire a big name in the math field, but we should be able to find someone we can clear to work with us on this."

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Clark was getting anxious for the weekend. He'd done a quick run round the farm, at above normal speeds, but still not his full speed. His father had followed and noted any stumbles or pauses as Clark located the remaining meteor rock fragments in the most direct means possible. Luckily, there were only small pieces left, and they weren't as powerful as their larger or more refined cousins. After they'd done that, he'd taken a shower and sat down for supper. There was a tarp covering the large hole in the roof, and the food was takeout from the local diner. He planned on sleeping on the couch in the loft tonight, since it wasn't safe to head upstairs, and his parents would be camping out in the remains of the living room.

He flipped the key over in his fingers while staring out at the stars, wondering which one had been his original home. Or if the light from it had reached Earth yet. He knew nothing about the world of his birth, except that the image of his father kept trying to force him into being something that felt wrong. That there was something not quite right about the messages and the 'destiny' that Jor-El kept trying to force on him. As though it wasn't what he was really here for, and that feeling helped him continue to fight against the programming of the caves. He was on Earth for a reason, and something about the Jor-El he'd encountered was conflicting with the idea that a man had loved his son enough to send him in that small craft to a new world on a hope that he would survive. After experiencing some memories of Jor-El's time on earth and meeting with Granpa Kent, he doubted it was an accident that Hiram Kent's son had been the one to find and raise him.

No that spoke of a person wanting the best, most loving family experience for their child and that conflicted with the experiences he'd been through because of the cave Jor-El's manipulation of events. Some thing else was going on, something more then a man trying to ensure the continuation of his people's legacy by forcing a nearly cruel personality to emerge in the body of his child. He didn't feel any connection to the Jor-El they'd experienced through the caves or stones and other Kryptonian devices left on Earth. The only time he'd ever really connected to Jor-El on an emotional and mental level was during those flashbacks caused by the memory device.

He sighed and decided to distract himself by finishing some of the summer school work he'd had to take in order to be able to apply for the 2nd semester at Met U. He hadn't taken enough English or media courses to apply for a Journalism scholarship. So he was forced to take make up courses over the summer, which he was really only able to accomplish thanks to his special abilities making it much faster to do his chores and work at the farm. The most recent meteor shower had slowed even him down, and he was now nearly a week behind in the classes he was taking.

He finished as quickly as he could, slowed only by the fact that while he could shift his mind into superspeed, it didn't mean he could understand or decifer the meaning of an author's work faster then a normal person. It was why he'd always hated English courses, even if his mind was able to learn the rules of grammar quickly, it didn't translate into dissecting hidden meanings behind what was said. It's why he'd liked math. He could work through the steps and get an answer, and it would be a fact, not just a belief of what the person who made the question.

Once he finished the work, he decided to go for a run to the caves to see if anything there had changed as well. He glanced towards the house and focused his special vision to see if his parents were up, only to hastily look away as a blush burned his face. The only good thing was that they would be too occupied to notice that he'd gone, though he wished he'd never seen what they'd chosen to keep themselves occupied since the TV had been destroy when the rock crashed into the house. He closed up his books and changed into a pair of fresh jeans and plaid sweater over a blue tshirt then leapt out the window, easily landing after the twenty foot drop as though it was a normal step. He shifted into hyper speed and was gone.