Colorado Springs, Colorado
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Command
Base Commanding Officer's Office
Thirty Hours Earlier
Major General George Hammond was reading over reports in his office. It was what he did most of the day. It was a boring job, probably the only part of his job that was boring. As the Commanding Officer of Earth's first line of defense, George's job was anything but boring on the whole.
Take the current situation. Here before him were reports from and about his flagship team, SG-1 and about how Doctor Daniel Jackson, who died in the infirmary from radiation poisoning, somehow ascended to a higher plane of existence but is somehow still influencing people.
George was not skeptical of this because he too felt the linguist's presence all around him, especially at home. George's wife, Martha, had a rather large collection of ancient books that Jackson would have loved to read. On more than one occasion, George would discover that one of the books was missing from the shelf, but sitting on the small table next to his late wife's comfortable reading chair.
So it was really no surprise to him that as he was reading about Colonel O'Neil's capture and subsequent torture by Ba'al, that he was disturbed by Doctor Jackson and another woman. Both of them appeared a ball of white light.
"Doctor Jackson! What in hell!" Hammond yelled.
"General, please sit down." Daniel said calmly.
"I thought you died. Even after your body disappeared, we thought you had died. Teal'c and Jacob have taken it hard. But Major Carter, Colonel O'Neill, and Doctor Frasier have taken it far worse."
"I know, and I am sorry for that and I will make it up to them one day. George, my body was dying and there was nothing I could do about except to ascend or die. I plan on returning soon, but I need to learn a few more things first." Daniel said.
"You were with Teal'c in his dream? And you were with Jack when Ba'al had imprisoned him? And you've been with Jacob and Sam too?"
"Yes I have. I have also spent a lot of time shadowing you. You really need to cut down on the red meat. The girls are going to want to dance with their grandfather when they get married?" Daniel said.
"How did you know?" George asked.
"I followed you to the Academy Hospital and when Janet finds out, she is not going to be happy with you." Daniel said.
"Have you been following her?" George asked.
"No. I love her George, more than I have ever loved anyone or anything else. Even more than I loved Sha're. If I followed her, I would have descended in a heartbeat to hold her in my arms. I have however followed Cassie and spent time with Janet in her dreams. She blames herself for not being able to save me." Daniel said looking dejected.
"General Hammond, Daniel Jackson has done many things that will ensure that the children of the ancients survive and thrive. As he said, he will return one day, until then, we have come with information that will be vital to Earth's survival." Oma Desala said.
"There is a goa'uld on earth, General, in the United Kingdom to be exact. He has set himself up as a self stylized Dark Lord." Daniel said.
Hammond look dumbfounded "A Dark Lord; as in Star Wars, Dark Lord Evil?"
"Close; General, you need to contact President Owens and meet with him and Mr. Benjamin Anderson as soon as possible. Explain to them that Lord Voldemort is a goa'uld."
"Who is Benjamin Anderson?"
"Benjamin Anderson is the Secretary of Magic for the United States Department of Magic. The creature that is known as Lord Voldemort in England was born Tom Riddle in the mid 1920's and was taken over by the goa'uld when he was 5 years old. The symbiote and the host are one person now."
"Sir, there are things that you will not understand yet, but you will after meeting with President Owens and Secretary Anderson. Once they understand the situation, you'll be able to send SG-1 to help out. I will descend by then and be ready to help deal with this threat." Daniel said.
George thought for a moment before nodding his head. "Very well; I'll do as you ask. But remember this, when Doctor Frasier decides to use extra dull needles on you, I want you to know that you are too blame."
"I understand. I'll see you soon." Daniel said and with a mock salute that reminded George of Jack O'Neill, Daniel and Oma were gone in flash of white light.
George thought for a moment before reaching for his phone. "Sergeant, I need you to contact SG-1 and get them to my office in twenty minutes."
"Understood sir; what reason do you want me to tell them?" Walter Harriman asked.
"Just that it is urgent."
"Understood sir. Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter are off base so it will take a little bit of time to get them here."
"Understood Sergeant" Hammond replaced the phone in the cradle and picked up the red phone.
"Mr. President, this is Major General Hammond. I need to meet with you and Secretary Anderson as soon as possible. We have Intel that says that Lord Voldemort is a goa'uld."
"How in the hell do you know about Lord Voldemort?" President Owens asked in shock.
Colorado Springs, Colorado
Home of Colonel Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill
Living Room
Jack O'Neill was nursing his 7th Guinness of the day. The three months since they had lost Daniel had been hard on Jack. He didn't realize how much Daniel had wormed his way into his heart until he gone. Daniel was the little brother that Jack always wanted and needed. He was annoying and got into more trouble than anyone Jack knew, but he was family.
Curled up next to Jack was his Second-in-Command Major Doctor Samantha Grace Carter. She had been the only bright spot in the darkness that had enveloped his life. Their relationship had started off innocently enough in the beginning, but had grown into so much more.
FLASHBACK
It had been a week since Daniel had ascended and no one had seen or heard from Jack. General Hammond had given SG-1 and Doctor Frasier two weeks of downtime to help cope with the loss. For the first week Jacob Carter and Sam went to visit her brother and his family. Because of the strain of lying to their family, Jacob and Sam had gotten permission to brief Mark, and Cindy his wife, about the Stargate Program and what they both really did.
They took it well overall. When Jacob explained about Selmac, Mark looked ill. After a long discussion with Selmac, Jacob, and Mark, a lasting peace was made. On their third day in San Diego, the family went to Sea World and enjoyed themselves immensely. Selmac truly enjoyed herself, commenting later on that she had never seen aquatic animals like the orcas allowing people to pet them before.
It was during their day at Sea World that Mark mentioned that his little sister needed a boyfriend and offered to set her up his friend Pete.
"That's alright Mark. I'm happy where I am right now." Sam told him.
"Alright; I won't push. Just remember to enjoy your life." Mark told her.
The night Jacob and Sam returned to Colorado Springs, there was an urgent message on Sam's home telephone.
"Major Carter, it is I, Teal'c. I understand your wish to spend time with your family but a situation has developed. No one has seen or heard from O'Neill in seven days. Major Dixon stated that O'Neill's conveyance has been parked at O'Malley's for the last seven days and that there seems to be no one home at his residence. He would have tried to O'Neill's residence but does not know the security codes to disable to security system that was installed at your insistence. General Hammond has dispatched a team to investigate O'Neill's cabin, but have turned up nothing.
"General Hammond has asked that you go to O'Neill's house and see what you can find out. I would go, but I have been ordered to remain at Stargate Command and familiarize Jonas Quinn with all appropriate procedures. Please inform me when you have returned."
And with that the line went dead.
"Oh god" Sam muttered.
"Sammie, what's wrong?" Her father asked.
"Jack's missing." Sam told her dad. "I knew someone should have stayed with him. After all Daniel was the closet thing he had to family."
"Alright, what does George want us to do?"
"I need to go by Jack's house and check it out."
"Why?"
"Because the only people who have the keys and the pass codes to his alarms are Cassie, who is with Janet visiting her parents in Kansas, Teal'c, who is handling Jonas Quinn, Daniel, and me."
"Alright kiddo, where is his truck?"
"At O'Malley's" Sam said.
"Do you have keys to it?"
Sam nodded her head.
"Alright, O'Malley's is on the way to Jack's anyway, so drop me off, I get Jack's truck and go back to the SGC and confer with George and see what I can find out. You go to Jack's."
A half hour later Sam was parked outside a small cemetery a couple of blocks away from Jack's house. She went by his house first and saw that it was indeed empty and by the looks of it no one had been there for at least a week. The cemetery, a rather private one in the middle of nowhere, was where Charlie O'Neill was buried and where Sam knew Jack would be. Jack had brought her, Teal'c and Daniel here after their return from Netu. No one else even knew about it. Jack had bought a fake plot in the cemetery in town so that people could visit Charlie. The body was that of a young orphan boy who had died of exposure.
As she got out of her car and approached where Charlie was buried, she heard Jack talking drunkenly to no one in particular.
"I mean, come on…why do I have to be the man who gives the last full measure of devotion and not get anything in return? Haven't I given up enough? My dad was taken from me when I was 11 and my mother died shortly after I graduated from the academy. Then I lost you and your mom.
"Now I've lost one of the two brothers I have in Daniel and I just want to say to hell with it. I want to kiss Sam, tell her I love her, marry her, and have a life with her. Is it too much to ask?"
Jack was drinking a Guinness and playing with some grass. His jacket was discarded, even though it was nighttime and cold. Charlie's grave had a shelter built over it so at least Jack had some protection from the elements. An eternal campfire gave the place warmth. It was fueled by a propane tank that the Cemetery caregiver changed monthly thanks to the money Jack paid for the up keep.
Jack looked so broken to Sam. Never in her life had she seen him so defeated. Not even after 'killing' her. But she knew what Jack needed, she needed it too. Deciding to screw the regs for once, she approached the gravesite and spoke up.
"No. It's not Jack. It's not too late. I'm here, and I want that life too." Sam said softly behind him.
Jack jumped to his feet and began to fall over thanks to the large amount of alcohol he had been drinking over the last few days.
"Sam? When did become an angel? Did I fail you too, like I failed Daniel and Charlie?" Jack asked.
Sam's heart went out to the man in front of her. She loved him, and he loved her and at that moment that was all that mattered.
She knelt down in front of him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Come on Jack, let's get you home."
END FLASHBACK
In the three months since Sam found Jack in the cemetery, they spent all of their downtime together, getting to know one another. They had made love a number of times and talked about the future. Jack had also talked to a lawyer in the JAG Corps and learned that even though Jack was active duty, since he had retired, he could date Sam and marry her if her wanted to and not worry about the Air Force doing anything to them.
"Jack?" Sam asked.
"Huh?"
"When are we going to talk to General Hammond?"
"I already have. I told him that if he wanted to make a stink out of it, then he can try and we'll win. George said as long as we are professional on base and while off-world, then he doesn't care what we do."
Sam was shocked. "Then why are you so gloomy?"
"I miss Daniel." Jack said. "He should be here with Janet and we all should be looking to get Teal'c a girl and be happy."
"Thanks Jack, I didn't know you cared." A voice said
Sam and Jack were on their feet in an instant ready to attack with their pistols drawn. One of the first things Jack did when Sam started sleeping over was show her where all of the guns were in the house. There were three guns hidden in the couch alone.
The source of the voice appeared, it was Daniel.
"Daniel?" Jack said.
"Yep; how is my big brother doing?" Daniel said.
Jack crossed to Daniel and hugged him tightly before throwing a right hook, laying Daniel out.
"What was that for?" Daniel asked.
"For dying on us you selfish son-of-a-bitch" Jack said.
"Well it worked didn't it? You and Sam are together and no one can stop you."
"He's right Jack." Sam said.
"I know." Jack said skulking.
"Jack, you are not a child. You hold a Bachelors' in English Literature, a Masters and a Doctrine in Military History and Tactics, a second Masters in Aeronautical Physics and I know for a fact you are working on a second Bachelors' and Masters in wormhole physics. So for the love of god can you—"
Jack stopped Sam's rant by kissing her deeply.
When they came up for air Daniel laughed. "I am very happy for you two. But I do have a reason here tonight. First, Jack, stop the damn drinking. We're going to need you sober for the upcoming fight. Second, I need you to get Janet cleaned up. I am going to descend in two days and I want her there as well as both of you, Teal'c, Cassie, and Jacob. Jacob will be here tomorrow and he'll fill you in on the details."
"Why now?" Sam asked.
"Because I have learned all I can bring with me when I descend. Also, trouble is brewing back home and we need to be ready. Also, Walter is going to be calling you in a few minutes. General Hammond wants to talk to you."
"Very well, Daniel, we'll be ready."
"See you soon big brother, and take care of my sister." Daniel said before he disappeared.
Ten seconds later Jack's phone rang. He picked it up and answered. "We know Walter. We're on our way."
Twenty-Four Hours Later
Washington DC
The White House
The Oval Office
President Owens sat in his chair reading a report behind the resolute desk. After almost four years in office, there were some things that he still was not used to. Everyone knew that there were secret government organizations and military bases, but no one had any idea one of them was under Cheyenne Mountain or that this particular base was the front line for the defense of Earth from aliens who would enslave humanity if possible.
Then there were secrets much closer to home. The first night in office, President Owens was informed by the bust of Benjamin Franklin that the Secretary of Magic would be arriving for his meeting. A moment later, a tall man dressed in a modern business suit appeared out of thin air.
Over the next three hours, Secretary Anderson explained about the magical world and the current policies and climates. Unlike places like England, the Americans tried to integrate themselves into the mundane culture as much as possible and help the betterment of mankind.
Secretary Anderson also explained the Magical World's current politics on a world wide scale, paying special attention to England, who seemed to be stuck in stuck in the Victorian Era. One of the things that Secretary Anderson explained to the president was that the President of the United States was the leader of the United States Magical Government which was run by the Department of Magic. Many of the magical governments of the world were set up this way, including England. The US paid a lot of attention to England, Canada, France, and Germany because that was where many of the witches and wizards emigrated from, like their mundane counterparts.
Since then, every three weeks Secretary Anderson would brief President Owens on the comings and goings of the USDM and its citizens and the magical world as a whole. Most of the information was simple, the current state of the dragon population, the comings and goings of the Native American Medicine Men and other information. They usually met at night and had a night-cap, but on more than occasion they met in the middle of the day. Usually Jason Bartel, the White House of Chief of Staff, would attend these meetings and ask questions which Secretary Anderson was more than happy to answer.
Lost in his thoughts, the President did not hear when his Chief of Staff entered the room. "Mr. President…Major General Hammond is here to see you."
Owens nodded "Any word on Secretary Anderson?"
"He's in my office."
"Show the General in."
A few moments later, Major General George Washington Hammond was saluting his Commander in Chief.
"How are you doing George?" The President asked.
"Very well, sir, thank you. How are the children?" Hammond asked.
"Alright; Alex has been accepted to the Air Force Academy and Ariel has been accepted to Georgetown."
"Excellent news."
"So what the hell is going on? You said that Lord Voldemort is a goa'uld? How in the hell do you know that and how in the hell do you know about Voldemort at all?"
"Doctor Daniel Jackson and another ascended being named Oma Desala came and informed me. They also said that Daniel would return to us soon with intelligence on a new goa'uld, Anubis, and a few others."
"Alright. Well then let me explain who Secretary Anderson is. Benjamin Anderson is the Secretary of Magic for the United States Government and oversees the United States Department of Magic."
"Magic?"
"Yes. It is real General Hammond." Secretary Anderson said as he entered the room.
For the next three hours, Secretary Anderson explained the magical world to General Hammond; from the earliest known forms of magic throughout the world, all the way to the latest news, including everything that the USDM knew about Lord Voldemort.
"So the British are just realizing that this monster is back?" Hammond asked.
"For the purposes of full disclosure, it should be noted that many of the older magical governments do not interact with the mundane governments as much as we do. Neither Prime Minister Blair nor Her Majesty the Queen have any idea what is going on with the magical world." Anderson stated.
"If they did, I know for a fact that Tony and the Queen would go thru the roof. In fact Tony and I just spoke about that the other day." President Owens said.
"I bet Prime Minister Blair was not happy." Anderson said.
"No. And he is going to throw a shit fit when he reads my report. It is the strangest thing, the British mundane government requests reports about their magical people from a foreign government." Anderson said.
"Well things are about to get much worse I'm afraid." Hammond said.
"Why is that?" Anderson said.
Hammond smiled "How much do you know about Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado, Secretary Anderson?"
"You're Major General George Washington Hammond, Commanding Officer of Stargate Command; the front line facility for the defense of Earth from aliens." Anderson stated.
"How in the world do you know that?" Hammond asked shocked.
"Because I made sure he was read in before the meeting General." President Owens stated with a smile.
"So now that you are shocked, what does the Commanding Officer of the SGC want with me? How do you even know who I am? According to my information, there are no magical people under your command and the wizarding community in Colorado Springs is pretty small."
"Secretary Anderson, according to Doctor Daniel Jackson and Oma Desala, Lord Voldemort is a goa'uld."
Secretary Anderson was shocked for a moment before he spoke in a high voice. "How in the world can you be sure?"
"Because Daniel Jackson and I examined him" Said a disembodied voice. A moment later a bright orb of light appeared and coalesced into the form of Oma Desala.
"Mr. President, Mr. Secretary, may I present Oma Desala. Miss Desala is an ascended being from the race we call the Ancients. Oma Desala, may I present President William Owens and the Secretary of Magic Benjamin Anderson."
"It is an honor to meet you gentlemen. To answer your question, Mr. Anderson, we ascended beings are not confined to the normal rules of physics. There are events happening in this galaxy right now that will lead to the destruction of all that we hold dear. Because of this, the Ascended High Council decided that they must break our rule of non interference in the lower realms and has allowed me to do what I can within a set of rules.
"Daniel Jackson has spent the last three of your months as an ascended being learning everything that he could about the goa'uld including what happened to some of the goa'uld that have been lost with the passage of time."
"You mean Anubis and Voldemort" Hammond said.
"There are others, but the biggest threats are Anubis and Voldemort."
"Why them?" President Owens asked.
"Anubis…fooled us and was able to ascend."
"I thought it was impossible for a goa'uld to ascend?" Owens asked. "General?"
"As far I know that is correct" Hammond said.
"It is. Anubis had help. He…fooled me into helping him. Eons ago, our people developed a way to aide those who wished to journey the path of ascension. Anubis was able to persuade me to part with the knowledge of where the soul remaining device in this galaxy located. Once he had it and ascended, I knew I made a grievous mistake.
"It took the combined powers of the Ascended Alterrans to force Anubis to descend; unfortunately, he did not descend all the way. The host and goa'uld merged and is now one entity that possesses much of our knowledge and a regenerated body that is by far stronger than anything else you will ever see."
"Wow." President Owens said.
"Then there is the goa'uld that is now known as Lord Voldemort. Daniel Jackson and I traveled back to when Anubis and Voldemort were first hatched and followed their lives. Shortly after Anubis was made a System Lord, Voldemort came to Earth. Unlike most goa'uld, Voldemort liked the cooler climates of what you call Europe and Asia. While he was exploring the planet, Ra left Earth and the Astoria Porta was buried; thereby exiling Voldemort on Earth. Four thousand years later, Anubis was banished by the System Lords and thought dead. It was during this time that he became obsessed with Ascension and ascended.
"Over the course of the next five thousand years that he was on earth, Voldemort was able to stay alive by mating with indigenous snakes and using what little technology he had with him when he went on his journey, was able to transfer his consciousness into one of his offspring. Each time he took over a body, he would lose more of what made him a goa'uld.
"In 1931, according to your calendar, Voldemort found himself in England on the coast where he came into contact with a young boy. Voldemort was weakened from his journey across the English Channel and was close to death. As he laid there, this boy spoke to him in the language of the snakes, magical people of Earth call it Parseltongue. The boy, named Tom Riddle, agreed to help the snake however he could. Voldemort took his chance entered Tom Riddle's body and began to process of taking over the body.
"But something happened which Voldemort had not prepared for, Magic. Because Tom Riddle was magical, his small amount of magic caused Voldemort to not take complete control of the boy. Instead, Voldemort could whisper suggestions into his host's ear and use the power of suggestion to his advantage until he was strong enough to try to take over the boy again.
"Six years later Voldemort, thanks to time and the magic that he been exposed to, was able to takeover the host. The side effect was that he lost his body, but his mind was imprinted on young Tom's and he lost most of his memory, but none of his desires. Because of the young age of the host and the condition of the parasite Voldemort, the two grew into one entity; there is no difference between Voldemort and Tom Riddle anymore. They are one in the same. Voldemort's parasitic body was broken down and absorbed by the body." Oma finished.
"So what do we do?" President Owens asked.
"I would suggest that Secretary Anderson makes contact with the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in Great Britain."
"Amelia!! A very good lady married an old friend of mine actually, Kingsley Shacklebolt." Anderson said.
"I cannot say anymore. Although the council has agreed to intervene, I am still limited in what I can do. I can only advise you and that is not for much longer." Oma said.
"What about Doctor Jackson?" Hammond asked.
"He has spoken to Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter and they are aware of what needs to be done before he can descend. He will rejoin your plane soon. Now, I must depart. My time is limited and I must see to one other matter."
Before anyone could say anything, Oma morphed into a ball of white energy and was gone.
"Anderson, get a hold of this Amelia Shacklebolt. I would like to speak to her as soon as possible." Owens said after a minute. "General Hammond, I would like you to remain in town for a couple of days. I have a feeling you are going to need to be here for this meeting."
"Understood sir" Hammond replied.
Anderson made his way to the bust of Benjamin Franklin and spoke to it for a moment before returning. "Mr. President, Director Amelia Bones and her niece will be here tomorrow morning."
