I'm going to apologize now for how long it's taken me to update. I'm also going to warn you that this chapter will be dealing with shifting ideas of existence and realities. It will be fairly philosophical in nature, which may give some a headache while delighting others. Again I've taken liberties with the histories of certain creatures and as of now I've connected a number of different things that perhaps you never really expected to be connected. Well I'll shut up so you can enjoy!

There was a strange humming sound, gradually building in intensity, and quite close to my head. It was the type of humming that could make even the most patient of sleepers pissed off. That was how I woke up, pissed off and confused.

I suppose I should've been more surprised to find that I was no longer sleeping in my bed onboard the Enterprise but was instead sprawled on a grassy knoll surrounded by tall evergreens, but after so many years of dealing with Q I didn't react with much more than a sighed curse. I'd woken up in worse places, wearing less clothing, and surrounded by worse beings than trees. In comparison, this was actually tame.

At first glance, I could not detect any signs of anyone else and shook my head as I stood and brushed myself off. If Mac woke up with me missing again he was going to be one irate doctor. A slight breeze brought the smell of blossoms from somewhere off in the woods, and made me wish I had something more significant on than my blue and white cloud pajamas. I didn't even have shoes on. Couldn't Q have waited until I was awake and fully dressed?

The humming increased and I turned to find myself facing a rather large oval that looked vaguely familiar, though I couldn't pinpoint why. It was metallic and looked to have a platform of sorts at the base from which the oval circled out of and touched at the top, creating an arc that the Romans would've loved. Through the oval I could see another platform with an equally circular object standing on it, again looking slightly familiar but still no major light bulb lit up in my head.

"Brenna!" The sound of Kirk's voice startled me and I fell backwards, rolling down the hill. When I settled and looked up I found his hand hovering in my face, a smirk on his. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and black sleep pants, equally barefooted. "I didn't know you were here." He helped me up and went to assist me in brushing off but I shooed his hands away. "Sorry about startling you."

I shrugged, "Eh, I'm just glad that I'm not alone this time around." I looked at him quizzically for a second before I reached out and pinched his arm. When he yelped in response I smiled, "Just making sure you were real."

"I just helped you up, of course I'm real." He rubbed over the now red spot and frowned. "You were just looking for a way to get back at me for….something."

"Was I that transparent?"

We stood looking around us at the trees for a moment longer, the silence of the forest both calming and eerie. From our position at the bottom of the knoll we could see just the top of the oval. I asked if he'd seen anyone else but he shook his head no. In fact, as he'd been wandering around the forest before finding me, he'd seen no sign of life aside from some animal tracks here and there.

"Do you think Q brought us here?" Kirk rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, looking tired even without having done anything yet.

"Most likely, though I am not about to hazard a guess as to why. I mean that oval thingy up there looks familiar but I can't for the life of me remember where or why it would." I pointed up the knoll at the oval, which was now humming louder.

Kirk started to make his way up the knoll, "Well it's obviously man-made. Have you looked at that platform on the other side yet?" When I shook my head he sighed, "And I thought you were the curious sort."

"Well I usually am when I'm not rolling down hills."

He chuckled as he walked up to the platform at the base of the oval and began inspecting it. I circled around and made my way to the other platform. I walked up the few steps and gazed down at the brownish looking disc. It was thick and old looking and yet, despite its age, it looked like it was still in use of sorts. There were strange marking on each divided section of the disc with a large orangeish orb in the middle.

"This looks like some sort of control device for that thingy." I called over to Kirk, glancing up to see him on the steps at the base standing directly in the middle pushing one of the sides of the oval. "Are you trying to see if you can roll down the hill too?"

Kirk smirked at me, "I'm trying to get up there to look more closely at the markings on this thing. I just keep sliding down."

I chuckled and looked back down at the disc. Suddenly some of the markings began to turn orange, the humming increased, and the mental light bulb in my head finally lit. I launched myself off the platform and barreled towards Kirk. He looked up just as my body made contact, his breath coming out of him in a rush as we went sailing backwards. Just as we landed, the oval erupted into a flood of energy, bursting forth on the opposite side of where we'd landed.

"What the hell?" Kirk grunted from beside me on the ground, my body having sprawled across his. "How did you know that would happen?" He was watching over my shoulder, the blue, fluid like center of the oval glow.

I rolled off him and also stared at the stargate, as I now remembered what it was. Spock's words to me the night before, the supposed connection between me and a member of the Q continuum, bounced around in my head, along with over a dozen other questions. Could it be possible that the stargate was real, that the Ancients were real, that the Q continuum was real? Were they not only real but also connected? Could it be possible that all science fiction and fantasy worlds that I so enjoyed watching and wasting time over the years with were in some fashion real, just alternate realties that somehow, someway, made their way into the imaginations of a movie maker or author?

"Brenna? Are you hurt? You're crying." I felt Kirk scoot closer to me, an arm coming to rest around my shoulders.

I reached up and touched my cheek and sure enough there were tears streaking down my face. Hurt? Was I hurting? How did one describe a shift in their understanding of their existence? Perhaps what I was feeling now was akin to how I made James and the others feel when I first arrived on the Enterprise over seven years ago, arrogantly declaring that they were all fictional. How did one cope with realizing that they too could actually be a "fictional" character? Perhaps I too was just part of someone's imagination, my existence, my reality, only somehow interpreted into another reality for others to twistedly enjoy watching or reading. I suddenly felt naked, small, and pissed off.

Voices now came from the other side of the oval, and though we couldn't see through the fluid-like center, I already had a list of possibilities for who could be on the other side. I knew I only had a matter of moments to give Kirk a game plan before the energy dissipated and we would be seen by either a SG team or worse.

"Ok Kirk I need you to listen to me and don't question. Last night I found out that I am somehow related to the Q continuum." He looked like he was about to question but I glared at him. "No questions! I know what that thing is because I've seen it before in," I pondered briefly if I should include him in the "reality" of the fact that we had just been transported to another "fictional" world, "dreams and visions over the years. I think Q has been preparing me for meeting my ancestor for some time now and it is here where I will meet him, or her. In any case, there are going to be people on the other side of that thing, they will either be humans, or creatures that will try to kill us. If they're humans they will still most likely take us captive until we can prove that we are no threat. They are from my time on Earth but they are not from my Earth. I'm sure you're familiar with the idea of alternate realties?" His eyes looked glazed but bless his heart he nodded. "Well I need you to promise me that at no time will you say that you are a starship captain, or mention any of the names of your crew."

"Why?" He helped me stand, his eyes darting between the still glowing oval and me.

"Because in this reality they know about your reality but to them it is a myth. I'm only now beginning to realize that many alternate realities are actually aware of each other but what they believe are myths or fake are actually real. That is the case here. They know about your story and your people but to them it is fake. If you try to tell them that it is real or that is who you really are then we will be royally screwed." I took a deep breath to try to center my thoughts but found I only succeeded in swallowing air and feeling the urge to burp. "Just follow my lead. Try not to tell blatant lies but also don't let out too much information. It is okay for us to say we are from the future, they've dealt with that before, but again just follow my lead okay?" By this time the oval fell silent and I felt my stomach unclench only slightly when I saw that it was an SG team. I reached down and took Kirk's hand, squeezing it and earning a reassuring squeeze in return.

"Now there's something I've never seen." The closest soldier had spotted us and trained his weapon on us. I didn't recognize him. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

The other members of the team also turned and I felt my knees buckle when I recognized the rest of the team. I realized that I still hadn't spoken when Colonel O' Neill lowered his glasses to peer at us in curiosity. I took note of Carter already coming around closer on our right, with Teal'c flanking around on our left. Daniel Jackson stood near O' Neill, also staring at us and most likely our outfits, in complete wonderment.

"I am Brenna Jones and this is my friend James Kirke." I felt Kirk squeeze my hand in surprise but I continued. "I know it's hard to believe but we are humans. We were transported here by an alien who is a member of what you understand to be the Ancients."

"Kirk? Like Star Trek Kirk?" O' Neill seemed to have gotten stuck on Kirk's name. Kirk jerked a little at my side but said nothing. "Interesting outfit for such a long trip."

"You're saying an Ancient brought you here?" Daniel was stepping onto the platform of the stargate and stared down at us. "They don't normally interact with mortals. Why would they bring you here?"

Before I could respond, the earth directly behind me erupted, sending Kirk and I flying in opposite directions. I landed beside an equally stunned Carter while Kirk was somewhere near Teal'c on the other side. He looked up to make sure I was unharmed and I nodded in response before I looked up to find a number of Goa'uld fighters circling back over.

"So much for the element of surprise." I heard O' Neill drawl. "Are you working with those guys?" He yelled from his position beside the eye.

"What? Hell no!" I growled out as Carter grabbed my shirt and hauled me closer to the eye as well, her eyes darting between the sky and me. "I didn't even know those bastards were here."

"You know who they are?" Carter eyed me suspiciously.

"I told you before, I was brought here by an Ancient. If I'm not completely ignorant of the Ancients then it'd be logical that I'm not completely ignorant of the Goa'uld."

"Well we can play twenty questions later. Let's get out of here!" O' Neill jumped to his feet and headed for the tree line, the rest of us close behind.

As we ran through the trees towards what I assumed was their original target, I tried but failed to keep a smile from creeping across my face. I never would've in my wildest dreams, even from before my first trip onboard the Enterprise, have imagined that I'd be fleeing from the Goa'uld with the SG-1 team, James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise by my side. I definitely think that it's time for that CAT scan I've been putting off.