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The Adventures of SG-1
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"Smaller not always better"

Stargate Command

"Ooof!"

"Sorry Siler!" Harry choked out, remembering to not wave around large wrenches to waft away the smoke next time. Idly, he also added, 'make sure there isn't a next time.'

"What- Hell- here?" A choking voice came from the direction where Harry's wrench had hit the technician.

The group scrambled out to the door, and shut it behind them. Harry looked at the various sheepish technicians, the very embarrassed Major Carter, and then at Siler. As one, the group, minus Harry, pointed at Sam. The look on her face quickly changed, and within moments, she had chased the group away with nought but the steel gaze.

Harry cheerfully answered the question. "Failed prototype mini-magic generator."

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Sam's house.

The team were all gathered, just relaxing the evening away. Mostly. Their host and youngest team member were hidden away, building god-knows-what.

"How long have they been at this now?" Jack asked.

"I believe they will be, 'at this' until they have made a functioning Generator, O'Neill." Teal'c replied.

The sound of a small explosion echoed from the open basement door. All 3 sets of eyes looked towards it just in time to hear, "It's okay. We're fine!" from the pair.

"This makes how many failed prototypes?" Jack snickered.

Daniel smirked, as Teal'c replied, "I have counted 28 so far, O'Neill."

"And there Harry was talking about sources of strength and all that." Jack sarcastically commented. "And how he's going to try to 'not use magic' at all." He snorted then shuddered at the reminder of when it had been most needed.

Daniel stood up, "I'm going to go see how they're doing."

"Remind them that they're off-duty."

Daniel went down, and saw that Harry was holding up an energy shield around one of the prototypes Sam had built.

He looked over to Sam, who was looking at various dials and readouts on her testing equipment.

Neither noticed him. "Alright, testing pathways theta." Sam spoke up.

The device within the shield glowed for a moment, before it disappeared, and Harry nodded. "Activate the final pathways?" Harry asked.

"This better work." Sam muttered, and then spoke, "Testing in 3... 2... 1..."

Daniel was mesmerized as by what at first appeared to be multi-coloured lightning, sparked from the device to the shield. But it wasn't flashes with rapidly ever-changing paths from the device through the air to the bubble around it, like Lightning arcing from one place of contact to another, but it moved more fluidly, with only smooth curves rather than sharp angles. This most definitely was not lightning.

After a few seconds, what he guessed to be magic, disappeared, and Sam turned the device off.

"Any bleed through?" Sam asked.

"None."

"What spells did you make them?"

Harry shuddered at a sudden thought, as he calmly moved and altered the magic from its present form into something he could, 'discharge' later on safely.

Sam understood. "And if your shield failed, I would kill you, you know that, right?"

"I didn't use any colours you hated!" Harry protested.

The conversation went right over Daniels head. So he interrupted. "Got a working prototype?"

Harry shrugged. "Forming combat-oriented magic was what had us set back so much, as it's somewhat... aggressive."

A roll of the eyes, and Sam inserted, "It kept destroying its' own source of power. Mr Smarty-pants here decided to try something else this morning, and this is the first success."

"And the shield?"

Harry pointed to the large device that was sat on top of a table in one corner of the room. Lights blinked on it. Daniel mentally reviewed its size... half the height of Teal'c.

Daniel understood after a few seconds – the device, much too big to be carried by one person, unless you were Teal'c of course, was the normal 'Magic' Generator. He was using it to create a shield to prevent accidents like last' weeks, when Siler got hit in the noggin' when Harry tried to waft the smoke away with a wrench.

"Jack says you two are off-duty, and-"

Said Colonel shouted down, "Get your asses up here! Film's almost starting!"

--

The next few months progressed with the usual SG-1 luck. Daniel was possessed by a lot of personalities from some downed ship, then managed to get some Unas to mine Naquadah for them, Sam participated in a space race – literally, not the sort that the US and Russia had been in during the 60s, and one of the bases' scientists failed at making a plasma weapon.

Harry honestly wondered about his luck with that one as he had almost had to put up a shield with his own magic. Thankfully, he didn't as the fuses blew before the charge got too great to dissipate on its own safely.

He wondered again, when he and Sam both provided cover fire while that same hapless scientist worked on a DHD on a planet known to be a base of a system Lord. Why they were there, at first went over Harry's head, until the explanation had filtered in. Like messing around with the keys on a keyboard, it was a virus designed to render a DHD unable to dial another Stargate. Only it sort of got out of hand, because said local System Lord discovered it far too quickly and modified it so that it would spread to other Stargates.

And then they discovered the Hak'tyl during a live-fire test of a Micro-M-Generator. It still was as large as Harry's torso. With a built-in Naquadah Reactor, one might think it was powerful enough to produce enough M-Field energy to create a decent shield, or siphon some into balls and form those balls into spells like stunners and so forth... but for the size and weight, efficiency had been traded. So it was almost decent for a single shield, or at most, two weak stunners at once. The field test was to see how it reacted to combat use. Their planet was supposed to be uninhabited, but no, there were many Jaffa there. Female Jaffa. One of whom Teal'c felt an... attraction... to.

The shield proved it would be decent for regular combat... but the Hak'tyl were anything but regular soldier. They had concentrated fire, so the fact that the shield blocked almost all strikes – and there were at least a dozen per second... they knew it would hold up against a normal Goa'uld-aligned Jaffa unit.

With his mojo back and better than ever, and with the Hak'tyl on their side, Teal'c had become for more emotionally open than before. Jack had actually said he'd miss the old, stoic Teal'c, but preferred the new improved one.

Not to the Jaffa's face, of course.

And in between all these events, The Tok'ra made contact to share some intelligence on occasion, the Rebel Jaffa based at the Alpha site under Bra'tac's direction fought harder than before and General Hammond felt that they were doing well, considering their main opponent was a half-ascended Goa'uld with knowledge of the ancients.

Good times and bad times were had, and Jack began to crack a few more smiles, grins and smirks. Daniel was still frustrated at not being able to remember anything else about his time as an ascended, aside from vague feelings and the knowledge of ancient language he now had – fluent compared to his previous 'academic' levels.

Harry flew second seat in an F-302 with Sam during a training exercise with those pilots who had been briefed by the two and Mini-Jack. Jack was flying in a recovered Death Glider with Teal'c in that exercise, modified under Tok'ra supervision with some human equipment (Becoming a trainer craft for the F-302's to face) Large Intars mounted to the Gliders for weapons fire that was harmless to the 302's, but just as inaccurate as a gliders' normal cannons.

Jack had the pleasure that time and taking out 5 of the 9 F-302's in that engagement, but Harry had the joy of being the weapons controller during his and Sam's run against him. Jack didn't cry cheat only because he knew the F-302/M, the slash-M referring to it being equipped with a Magic Generator, because that aircraft's flight logs showed no activation of the generator.

But he knew Harry was getting good with computers, and Sam too. With the 500 bucks apiece riding on the outcome, he wasn't sure if Sam and/or Harry weren't above cheating to clean him out of a grand.

He was that sore about losing to someone who used to fly at 200mph on a stick, or something. He couldn't remember the speeds mentioned about that anymore.

And in between all these, SG-1 had a few missions. One or two at a time would go fine, just a random planet reconnoitred with no inhabitants, or peaceful ones. Maybe some ruins, but nothing that would bring up the guns and use an ammo clip. Jack used those missions to sit around and tease Daniel about taking too long, knowing that they weren't in a rush, and were due a 'normal' mission that most SG teams actually saw on a regular basis.

On those missions, Harry tended to work with Sam, who would teach him while they worked on whatever discovered device, or on that one mission where there were ruins on a beach and nothing for Sam or Harry to do, they just relaxed soaking up some rays, mentally reviewing their various projects they ran at the SGC.

Goa'ulds fell to the Rebel Jaffa, SGC and one was actually taken out by the Tok'ra: the epitome of 'Long Term' fighters.

Jacob had visited the Alpha site shortly after and not long after that a rumour reached the SGC that the Tok'ra responsible, had killed said Goa'uld by accident... But then, how often do you hear about Tok'ra that trip over their own feet?

Depending on who you asked, depended on whether you would be told if the war was going good for the good guys, or not. People died, people wept, and people continued to fight. To Avenge, to do what was right. For freedom or otherwise, didn't matter.

They knew, something was coming. Whispers, rumours. A group of Jaffa mysteriously disappearing. Tok'ra finding that their operatives in the camps of Goa'uld subservient to Anubis would learn of more joining Anubis under suspicious circumstances, what little being shared not showing just why that Goa'uld had joined Anubis, why he or she were afraid of Anubis...

And then they did know.

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Offworld

Harry continued to fire his P-90, unrelenting, as he backed away. And yet the black armour-clad figure with two glowing orbs for eyes continued to move forward at a slow pace, the armour shrugging off the rounds with ridiculous ease.

*click-click-click* Harry swore as the P-90 ran out of Ammo. The figure was close now, raising an arm with some device on it. He mentally focused on his shield, while dodging the first blast. He focused a wave of magic to remain in one position when the figure tracked his dodging and fired just a second too late... then as the blast passed through the magic field, with control over the field still established, Harry brought it back to his body and integrated it into the magic of his body shield... and focused on the new magic assisting his shield in defending against the weapon that was so unlike a normal Staff plasma burst.

The figure was accurate, when its' target did not dodge quickly. It was also firing at a rapid rate from a single arm ... and it had two of those weapons, one on each.

AS he dodged, he felt the pain as a few struck him. He pushed through it, barely sparing enough focus to both shield and heal the burnt skin, hurting from the physical impact parted through the blast, unhindered by his shield, into his organs, the shockwaves upsetting and hurting his ribs. Another few hits like that, and he knew he'd have broken ribs. He knew those were the hardest to heal, and it took concentration to prevent it until Janet could set them.

He made it behind cover, and winced at the bruise forming on his left side. The skin already healed, but he felt for a moment, and realized, the 5 hits that did hit him, had already broken his ribs. He did not know if he could focus, through the pain, enough to dodge, keep the shield up and working, heal the soft tissue, but hold back his healing on the ribs. He felt for his radio, and noted that it had been damaged somehow during his dodging moves through the remains of the Rebel Jaffa encampment.

It was a small outpost, thankfully none of the children of rebel Jaffa lived here.

It was established for the use of Tok'ra and Jaffa alike, to resemble a military encampment belonging to the private forces of the 'Goa'uld' who was their lord and master. In truth it was for the few Jaffa who willingly worked with the Tok'ra to infiltrate the System Lords and their armies. If things went wrong, they would work together with the Tok'ra operative to get them out. Many such encampments existed: the locations of each known only to few in either of the 3 groups. Harry had come here with Bra'tac and Teal'c to meet with the Tok'ra operative who was the so-called Goa'uld master of these Jaffa to share face-to-face some important intelligence. Bra'tac and Teal'c had promptly left for the SGC, Harry staying behind to provide a direct line of communication if required.

He did not know how the meeting between Ramius and Tilgrath was going, but as he dove for another position, over the dead bodies of Jaffa just three hours previous had been sharing Jaffa jokes with him, he knew that it probably wasn't going well. He only hoped that Teal'c and Bra'tac, who were heading to observe that meeting, got out of there alive.

A furious wave of that odd plasma fire came at his cover, wearing down the protection offered to Him. He counted the seconds, then dove for cover just as the wave ceased, the smoke and dust cloud created blinding the figure to his change of position.

He had to get away and warn the SGC, and the two Jaffa, about this seemingly invincible figure. He daren't try his magic against it offensively, in case it too did not work and carried the knowledge of this Hok'taur back to its master.

Harry was making good time when he realised the likely source of this seemingly unstoppable creature. It only made him run faster, with a more direct route.

Harry h ad to increase his natural running speed so he could take a running jump between two cliffs... that were only just too wide without that increase for him to succeed.

But it hurt to do it, and although he worked through the pain of broken ribs to get to the Stargate several minutes from those cliffs... he was unconscious by the time he fell into the event horizon to the SGC.

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Authors Note: the next chapter is finished and uploaded to document manager. This above skip was done as I couldn't find my outlines on those episodes I skipped...

The next Chapter is 'Evolved, Under Fire'. I will post it New Years Eve. So please PM me to remind me of this promise!.