Of Gods Men and Monsters
Everything Coming Up Aces

Authors note:-
As you should know by now I like to mould these crossovers into episodes or at least somewhere in the SG-1 time line. If nothing else it give you an anchor to understand how they all fit together. Well this one is set after the season eight finale (the one where they go back in time to pick up a ZPM from Ra) and for the alternate SG-1 that was left stuck in ancient Egypt

Daniel ducked as he came into the tent. 'A few followers got away but not enough to be a problem.' He said to the other version of his friends. Teal'c refused to sit while Jack and Sam were sitting all too close. Ah well, at least that worked out.

Jack lent back with that goofy grin that he'd been sporting for the last couple of days 'So what do we do now? Go back home?'

'We can't Jack, I don't want to say this but we're in trouble' Sam cringed. From what Daniel had picked up this Sam had spent her life in one lab or another. Without the military experience she'd become almost shy and nervous about voicing her opinions. Not very much like Sam but Daniel had seen it happen to others, if you spent too much time buried in paperwork and not enough time actually getting out that was the result. Her often sarcastic and quick wit might not have helped much but she was beginning to brake out of her shell.

Poor Jack, this him had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. 'Actually, I don't know what will happen now.' She continued. 'I mean this has never happened before, we've altered time and we shouldn't exist here anymore.'

'I do not understand.' Teal'c grumbled

'It's the grandfather paradox. or close to it. See if we did fix our timeline and everything went as it should have we three wouldn't have had to go back in time to put it right... Can you see what I mean?'

Jack frowned for a whole minute before saying; 'Urm no.'

Sam gave him a smile. 'Okay think of it like this... Err... Okay. Say you want to tell the time. Your watch is on the other side of the room. You go and get it.'

'Right with you so far.' Jack assured her, Daniel kept an eye on Teal'c. Just because the big Jaffa didn't say anything didn't mean he understood.

Sam kept going. 'but if the watch was in your pocket you wouldn't need to walk over there. We've just moved the watch, or big crystal thing and the other side of the room is time travel. You get what I'm saying?'

'That we shouldn't have needed to go back in time because we had the "watch" all along.' Daniel rounded it up. 'So we shouldn't have needed to go into the past so we shouldn't be here.'

'Exactly, paradox. There's only really two theories to explain what's going to happen. The first is... we disappear. Like we never existed.'

'And what is the other.' Teal'c looked pale. The idea of non-existence didn't sound good to Daniel either.

That we are stuck here, for the rest of our lives, and our future selves from Daniel's timeline disappear.'

'If that happens I should vanish then.'

Sam cringed again. 'Yep.' the four of them sat in silence looking at each other.

'Any idea when this should have happened?' Jack asked eventually.

'No' she shrugged

It was at that moment a sudden cry came from outside the tent. Maroof, one of the camps children, ran in shouting for Daniel.

'What is it?' the linguist asked automatically switching into Ancient Egyptian.

'Ra has returned, he comes from the sky on wings of fire.' the boy cried out. Teal'c recognised what the boy said. Jack and Sam heard enough to grab weapons. Well Jack grabbed his machine gun, Sam fumbled with a nine millimetre pistol.

Darting outside people were running for the underground shelters and weapons. Looking up Daniel expected to see an Alkesh, a squadron of gliders or even a Ha'tak mothership.

It wasn't, in fact it didn't even look Goa'uld. About the size of the Puddle-jumper but with a single front wing that swept back and to one side. The wing tip and almost tail like end had very bright engines that offset the almost scarlet hull colouring.

Jack's gun clicked back. 'Your lot seen anything like that before Jackson?'

'No.'

'Neither have I' Teal'c rumbled before priming his staff weapon. The ship came to a fiery stop only a foot or so from the desert, kicking up a dust storm.

Blinded and blinking sand from his eyes Daniel grabbed hold of the P90 under his robes. When his vision finally cleared he saw a lot of his encampment stumbling to their feet trying to see again. dead centre of the storm sat the ship, wing folded in on itself and what he guessed was the pilot facing them.

She was possibly the same age as Sam, in well worn and lose fitting leather trousers and a oversized pistol on one hip. Long brown hair in a pony tail and a bomber jacket covered in badges and labels over a silver/black top. One symbol, on her cuff, looked like the Soviet hammer and sickle. On a second look it was, actually it was all from Earth and very well worn. 'SG-1?' She asked with an English accent. almost as if she didn't have forty people with an assortment of weapons pointed at her.

'Yes?' Daniel ventured

Ace smiled, she'd come a long way from the little girl following the Doctor around time and space. Amateur Dalek hunter, a job that had a very short life expectancy. Galactic trouble solver, admittedly she usually solved it with a crate of nitro-9 but that was only a minor point. Even without the Professor she had seen things that would drive most people crazy. 'Name's Ace.' She said, making sure they were the ones described in the warrant. 'I work freelance for the Time Agency. You're wanted for crimes relating to time travel.'

So "freelance" was a bit of a stretch. Bounty hunter was a better way to describe it but a girl had to live somehow.

'Time Agency?' O'Neill looked to the woman with them, Carter. 'What's a Time Agency?'

'They police time travel.' Ace answered for them. 'Any unauthorised travel through time must be either accidental or have no effect on the time line. Preferably both. You and your team deliberately went back in time and altered history. Apparently it took a major act of temporal reconstruction just to fix what you did.' She walked closer to the four of them, noticing the guns follow her. 'The punishment should be non-existence But you've been given a reduced sentence. You tried to correct your mistake and put the correct time line back on track.'

'So what are you doing here?' Jackson asked delicately. lowering his gun the others took that cue and Ace tried not to show the relief she felt.

She looked around to make sure no one was going to shot her in the back. 'Banishment. I'm to destroy your time ship and quantum lock you here. If you even try to travel through time again you'll die.' Ace didn't have to try and sound sad at that. Even after all this time her experience and training under the old Professor stuck.

'And what if we say no and shoot you.' O'Neill asked cockily.

'Then I get cranky.' She smiled and rolled up a sleeve. The crystal projectors of her personal force field glittered as they powered up. The little wrist strap had saved her life more than once. 'Someone else is supposed to have corrected the future, the original versions of yourselves have been maintained.' Ace laughed. 'That means there's now two lots of you. One here and one there. So I really have a free hand and if I get cranky I decide the original sentence was the right one. Your choice.'

Authors note:-

Well I'll let you wonder what the alternate SG-1 do.