Once on Tatooine, the combined group made their way toward their favorite Mos Eisley cantina. On the way, they ran into a group of people in colorful costumes.
:Howdy," O'Neill said with a slight tip of his cap. "You folks look a bit out of place."
"And that's saying a lot for Mos Eisley," Han said.
O'Neill nodded to the group's science officer. "Carter, what's the word?"
Carter consulted her portable device. "Their energy signature doesn't match our galaxy, sir."
"More unexpected visitors, it would seem," Luke said. He and Daniel, as the "weird twins," crossed arms.
"Looks that way," O'Neill said.
"The galaxy-wide instability is increasing, sir."
"That's not good," Han muttered.
"Not good at all, Han. But we've got to do whatever we can. Like I always say: When the galaxy's unstable, you just do what you can."
"You've never said that, Jack." As Han said this, Luke shrugged slightly as he gave the two a grin. It was similar to the grin he wore when the Ewoks worshiped Threepio as a god.
Arms still crossed, and the usual intense look on his face, Daniel piped up. "Han's right, Jack. You've never said that."
"Maybe not but I'm saying it now." O'Neill waved his hand. "What say we meet our new friends? So," he said to the group, "who are you folks?"
A man stepped forward. He had blond hair, and he wore a black uniform with a white star. He looked friendly enough. He was about to speak when a tree with a face jumped in and spoke in a squeaky voice.
"I am Groot!"
"And I am Steve Rogers," the blond man said, gesturing to himself.
"Rogers," O'Neill said with a nod. "Good to meet you. And….Groot. I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill."
"Han Solo." They all shook hands.
Another nod from the colonel. "Couldn't help noticing you're carrying a red, white and blue shield."
"Yes, it's a symbol, a weapon, a means of defense," Steve said absently.
O'Neill raised his eyebrows. "All that in one shield?"
Steve gestured to the group around him. "We are the Avengers."
"Not pre-vengers. A-vengers!" The man who spoke up wore red and gold armor.
"Hey," Han said uncertainly.
"Nice goatee," O'Neill said with more certainty.
"You've met Tony," Steve said. Jerking his head toward the red-and-gold guy.
"I am Iron Man."
"Run a lot of triathlons, do you? Must be tough in the armor."
"You've met Groot," Steve said. "We've also got Doctor Strange, Spider-Man—Let's see."
O'Neill held up a hand. "I'd ask you to introduce everyone but we're kind of pressed for time. Han has people to insult."
Captain Kirk boldly stepped forward, going where no man had gone before.
"How do you do, Mr. Rogers? I'm Captain James T. Kirk of the starship 'Enterprise.'"
"Captain," Steve said as they shook hands.
O'Neill gestured. "Kirk here likes 'The Wizard of Oz.'"
Steve grinned. "I like 'The Wizard of Oz,' too. Shirley Temple is great."
"Captain Kirk is great, too," O'Neill said.
"He's okay," Han said.
Kirk chuckled lightly. "I appreciate the hearty recommendation, gentlemen."
Steve gestured to O'Neill. "Colonel….O'Neill, is it?"
"Two 'l's.'" O'Neill nodded toward the portal that covered the sky over Mos Eisley. "Let's see what's inside, shall we?"
"We want to help in any way we can," Steve said.
"Any way at all," Dr. Strange said as he floated above them.
"How's the air up there, sorcerer?" Tony asked from behind his Iron Man mask.
"With so many of us, it won't exactly be a stealth operation," Leia said.
"Still, I've got a good feeling about them," Han said.
"As do I," Luke said.
Daniel held up a finger. "Me, too."
"And Daniel not only has the Force, he was once Ascended," Vala offered helpfully.
"Our new friends would have no idea what that means, Vala," Luke said.
"It won't e a stealth operation but we've got a large force for protection and overwhelming power." O'Neill waved. "In we all go."
They walked on. As they did, Daniel noted, "This is like on those other worlds we visited."
"Where people from other places pop up," Luke said with an understanding nod.
Han spoke as he looked around. "Some we managed to get home. Thanks to Sam and Leia."
"Thanks, Sam and Leia."
"You're welcome, colonel," Leia said with a smile and a nod. Almost like she was back on Cloud City.
"Glad to help, sir." Like Han, Carter looked around. Probably more for scientific observation than looking out for threats.
O'Neill also looked around.
"Hey. Where's Superman?"
"He found his own way to get home, sir."
Vala made a face. "Yes, he seemed very eager to get home to someone named….Lois?" She shrugged. "Too bad."
Luke gave her an appreciative grin. "It's great how you take things in stride, Vala."
That broad smile again. "It's probably one of my few Jedi qualities."
"You are a Jedi in your own way," Luke said. "But you don't need to be a Jedi. You can just be you, Vala, and play your own part."
"Thanks, Luke. Very much." Vala looked unusually serious, rare for her.
"Too bad about Superman," Leia said. Was she being wistful or just her usual strategy-minded self?
A sharp look from Han. "You got a thing for Superman now?"
"Who wouldn't?" Vala said.
Leia's brown eyes danced again. "Don't worry, general. I only have eyes for my favorite scoundrel."
"You better. I love you."
"I know."
Vala directed her broad smile at Luke. "I only have eyes for my favorite Jedi. Well, two favorite Jedi people." As Daniel made a face, Vala turned to her left and flashed the smile again. "And you, Muscles."
Teal'c looked grim as he raised an eyebrow then glanced off.
"So!" O'Neill said. "Here we are inside the big honkin' portal. Did I ever tell you about the time I saw a big honkin' Apophis?"
"Yeah, Jack."
"I'm not sure who Apophis is but I once encountered Doctor Octopus."
The words came from above.
As the now very large group moved through the big honkin' portal, one red-and-blue figure swung on a strand above them.
"Hey, guys!" The red-and-blue guy, with an obviously youthful voice, waved as he swung. "Whatever this portal thing is made of, my webbing sticks to it. Hi! I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
"Hey," Daniel said uncertainly. He made that frowny-face he makes where his eyebrows narrow a little as he looks kind of confused.
"I'm Luke Skywalker." The Jedi jumped in to make all the necessary introductions. Except two.
"It's all right, Luke. I can introduce myself. Vala Mal Doran. And with me is Princess Leia. Be sure to call her 'Princess.'"
"And you can call me 'Spidey.'"
"Won't be doing that."
"And you're Colonel O'Neill, right?"
"Two 'l's'"
"And you're Han Solo."
"That's right, kid."
"You can call me 'Spidery.'"
"I'll call you 'kid.'"
"You sure?"
"Or'junior.'"
"Those are mine," Luke objected playfully.
"I'll call you 'weird little spider-guy,'" O'Neill said.
"How about just 'Spider-guy?"
"We'll see."
"I'd rather be called 'friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.'"
"Too long," Cam said.
"Yeah, bit of a mouthful," O'Neill said.
Under the mask, Spider-Man spoke wistfully. "I'm pretty far from my neighborhood."
"We'll try to get you back," Captain Kirk said. "I'm far from home, too."
"Thanks, Captain Kirk."
"Call me 'Jim.'"
"Okay, Jim. Hey, Colonel O'Neill. Can I call you 'Jack?'"
"Colonel O'Neill is just fine."
"Don't let him get you down. It takes the colonel a while to warm up to people."
"Thanks, Luke."
"Maybe I'll call you 'weird spider-guy.'"
"Han," Luke said. "Be nice."
"It's Spider-MAN!"
"Right!" O'Neill said as he held up a finger. "But I like 'weird spider-guy.' We both do." He pointed back and forth from him to Han.
Spidey turned to Sam. "Hey, Major Carter. Is Colonel O'Neill always like this? You know. Grumpy?"
Carter smiled. "Believe it or not, this is one of his better days."
Daniel adjusted his glasses. "If it helps, I like you just fine….Spider-Man."
"Really? Thanks, Dr. Jackson!"
"You can call me 'Daniel.'"
"Okay, Daniel!"
Vader raised a clenched black-gloved fist.
"I shall destroy you, SG-1!"
"Yeah, yeah, give it a rest, will you, Vader?"
Spider-Man responded by spraying webbing all over Vader's mouthpiece. Vader roared and growled, different from the kind Chewie did.
Once he tore off the webbing, he growled some more.
"I will destroy you, you arachnid interloper!"
"Very good, my lord," Ba'al said.
"That's pretty good," Cam said.
"Better than 'weird spider guy,'" Vala said.
"They can't all be gems," Han muttered.. Next to him, Leia glanced up with brown eyes as she grinned or maybe smirked.
Spider-Man wrapped webbing around Vader's chest and arms, binding him. Vader rocked to his left then to his right, roaring and growling all the while.
"Easy, my lord," Ba'al said. "Focus. Concentrate."
"That is something Yoda would say.," Vader objected.
"Nevertheless, it should work."
"Yoda had good advice….father."
"Yoda was a fool! As are you and Daniel Jackson!"
"My lord, please. Focus."
O'Neill taunted Vader. "Don't listen to Ba'al. Keep on getting angry."
"You dare mock me, O'Neill?"
"You know me, Darthie. Of course I dare."
"And me with him," Han said.
"And me," Leia said as Vala raised her hand.
Affirming shouts went up from the Rebel army. As that happened, Vader drooped, stood still. The webbing snapped off. Instantly, Vader activated a red lightsaber and threw it.
"Look out, Spider-person!" Vala shouted.
"Yikes!" Spidey leaped out of the way of the swinging flying lightsaber.
While Kirk fired multiple shots from his phaser, Han joined in with shots from his blaster. Vader easily deflected the shots with quick movements of his gloved hands.
Vader then reached out a gloved hand. The phaser and the blaster flew toward Vader's outstretched hand but Spidey nabbed them with his webbing.
"Nice work, Spider-Man," Daniel said.
"Thanks, kid," Han said as his blaster was tossed back to him. Next to him, Kirk clutched his phaser as he gave a smile and a grateful nod.
"Okay, that's cool," Cam said.
"Excellent work, Mr. Spider-Man," Vala said.
"I'll give you a medal later," Leia said.
"Yes. Thank you again, spider-guy."
"Okay, but it's Spider-MAN!"
Vala blinked innocently. "I could call you 'arachnid interloper' instead."
"No thanks."
"Very well, 'Spider-Man.' Would you consider hunting treasure with me when this is all over?"
"If my Aunt May will let me."
"Careful, Vala," Luke said. He used his haunted voice with his haunted look. "This may not end the way you think it will."
"You know, Luke, the whole 'mysterious Jedi thing?'" Here, Vala made the quotation marks gesture. "It's really quite scary at times.
Leia looked troubled as she stared. "Luke's right."
"Oh, not you, too."
"Come on. Let's keep a little optimism here."
"Thank you, Han," Carter said. "I'm with you."
"Good to know the scientific one wants to be optimistic, Sam."
Leia shook her head. "There's something very bad going on here. I can feel it."
O'Neill shook his head. "Okay now. That's not very optimistic now, is it?"
Now Han had a haunted look. "I get a bad feeling when Leia gets a bad feeling."
"All right, Han. Now you're not being optimistic. And you just said we should be optimistic."
"My instruments confirm the galaxy-wide instability is increasing."
"Optimism, Sam. Optimism! Remember?" Vala lifted both hands in a "let's be up" gesture.
Carter stared with her big blue eyes. "I can't change what the instruments say, Vala."
Vala sighed heavily. "If we aren't going to be optimistic, could we change the subject?"
"Where's Mr. Monk?" Kirk asked as he looked around.
"Thank you, Captain Kirk. Good change of subject."
"That may be so, Vala, but it'd be nice to know. Where is he?"
O'Neill waved a hand. "Who knows? He's probably off cowering somewhere. Let him bother the Empire and the Goa'uld for a while."
"He's probably off cleaning something," Han muttered.
"Yes, maybe a spaceship or a droid."
"You think so?"
"Something probably frightened him."
"A lot of things frighten him."
"The guy's afraid of milk, for crying out loud." O'Neill shook his head. "The Avengers were probably too much for him."
"They're almost too much for me."
"At least we have Superman."
"Sorry, sir. He found his way home."
"What? No Superman?"
"We've still got us, Jack."
"And we're good," Cam said.
"Still, a Superman helps."
"That's too bad," Spidey said wistfully. "We could have teamed up, Superman and me. Though I feel like maybe somewhere we already have."
"There are alternate universes," Daniel said.
"You may be right, Spider-Man." Did Carter look wistful? "I don't like to place perception over scientific observation. But I have this strong sense we've done all this before."
"As do I, Major Carter."
"I think we all do, Sam. Jedi or not."
"Did you say 'ready or not?"" Vala asked.
Luke made a face. "No. Jedi or not."
"Okay then," O'Neill sighed heavily. "No Superman, huh?" With tired eyes, he waved his hand. "Come on. Let's keep moving."
They were there. Before a large figure on a throne.
"Colonel O'Neill. Han Solo. Welcome back."
Han's look could be described as a sharp look or a deep frown (which emphasized the scar on his chin). While Han pointed a finger that was all business, O'Neill supplied the words.
"Be careful there, Baldie. We brought some friends."
With his thumb, O'Neill gestured to the Avengers, flanked on one side by Rebel pilots in orange suits and on the other side by Stargate Command troops in green uniforms. In the rear was the Jaffa stormtrooper army.
Holding up a finger, Monk spoke in a shaky weak voice.
"I'm not actually with them. I just want to go home."
"He's not 'The Wizard of Oz,' Mr. Monk."
"You're almost as bad as C-3PO," Han grumbled.
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"Oh, my!"
Monk gestured to the droids. "Come on, fellas. Let's go hide somewhere."
"An excellent suggestions, Mr. Monk. " Threepio strutted off with golden feet while R2-D2 rolled along.
"Go ahead, Mr. Monk," Luke said. "Get the droids to safety."
The smaller droid stopped, whistled his objections. Luke waved a gentle hand.
"Go with them, Artoo. Please. Be a friend to them both, as you have been to Daniel and me. To all of us really." Artoo responded with a low quiet beep. "I'll call you if I need you."
With a more hopeful whistle, Artoo moved away.
"We'll handle this situation, guys," O'Neill said as the trio departed.
Once again, the Star-Child spoke.
"You should be glad, Colonel O'Neill."
The Star-Child was slumped over, his eyes half-closed, but he still managed some arrogance in his smile and his voice.
In contrast, O'Neill looked irritated. Han often said that was his usual look.
"Glad? Oh, yeah? Why's that? What do I have to be glad about?"
"Your son Charlie lives. That's not the case in the galaxy you're originally from."
With a dark look on his face, O'Neill stepped forward.
"What are you talking about? What happens to Charlie?"
"Sir, it may be better that you don't know."
"This is not our galaxy," Luke said in his haunted voice. "Not the real one. Not the original one."
For a while, O'Neill glared. He then turned to his Jedi friend.
"Luke, what's going on?"
Daniel jumped in with the answer. "We've done all this before, Jack. We meet the Star-Child, we learn the truth, then we….get recycled."
"He makes us forget," Han realized aloud.
Luke nodded. "It's just like Daniel and Han said. All that happens whenever he becomes weak. Last time when he was in a weakened state I planted a mental suggestion that he bring in people from other galaxies. It was meant to put a strain on his power."
"So he couldn't continue this," Daniel said.
"Well, thank you for Mr Monk!"
"Yes," Luke said.
"Yes to Mr. Monk?"
"No, colonel. I was trying to destabilize the Star-Child. But instead…."
"There is instability to the multiple universes," Vader said in a deep grim voice.
A raspy laugh from the Star-Child. "It is worse than that, Darth Vader. The multiple universes will be destroyed. Only I have the power to stop that.."
As the others stood in stunned silence, Luke spoke. "Can't believe I've done this," he whispered. The look on his face was more haunted than ever, almost morose.
"From what I sense through the Force, the Star-Child is right," Daniel sighed. "The multiple universes are dying. And I helped."
Cam placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"You couldn't have known, Luke. Or you either, Daniel."
"I'm sorry, everyone," Luke said.
"I am, too," Daniel said.
"You were only trying to help," Carter said.
Still with that look, Luke turned to her. "I've made things worse, Sam."
The Star-Child turned his large eyes toward the Jedi in black.
"I can regain my power in time. I'll save the multiple universes."
"No, you won't," Doctor Strange said. "You can put off the destruction for a while. But you'll only delay the inevitable."
"We have to stop you," Luke said firmly.
The Star-Child waved his hand, and there was panic in his voice. "No, don't do that. This new universe I've created is a very good place." He held out his hand to Luke. "Consider this, Luke Skywalker. In this new place, your Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru live."
"For now," O'Neill said pointedly.
More waving of the hands. "Give me time, Colonel O'Neill. Everyone! Listen. I can fix all this."
"No, you can't," Dr. Strange said grimly.
While Luke stared in stunned silence, Captain Kirk stepped forward.
"We can't let this happen."
"In your case, Captain Kirk, Edith Keeler lives. And you need never lose your friend Mr. Spock."
Now it was Kirk's turn to be stunned.
"And you, Han Solo. You need never lose your son Ben."
Before Han could respond, the Star-Child went on.
"And you, Spider-Man. I can make it so your Uncle Ben lives,"
"All right," O'Neill snapped. "We get the point. Give it a rest, will you?"
"It makes little difference who lives if a bunch of universes, and people, die," Han said.
Sweating and writhing, the Star-Child spoke in a pleading voice.
"Is it really such a bad life, Colonel O'Neill?"
"Being a pawn? Fighting the Goa'uld and an evil Empire? All for your amusement? You bet it is!"
"Not to mention the memory loss," Daniel murmured.
"Yeah! I don't like that part either!"
"It wasn't all bad, Jack," Han muttered.
In response, the Star-Child blinked.
"Han Solo is right. Is it all so bad, Colonel O'Neill? What of the friendships you've formed?"
"Friendships that are about to get blown up! Along with everyone else."
Carter stepped forward. "Sir, regardless of the friendships we've formed we can't let multiple universes be destroyed."
"I'll take that under advisement, Major."
"We may not have much time, sir."
"You are correct, Major Carter." Still floating, a somber-faced Dr. Strange moved toward the Star-Child. "If we don't act quickly, the multiple universes will soon cease to exist. Everything will cease to exist."
"No pressure, huh, doc?"
"There is a solution, Colonel O'Neill." Dr. Strange pointed ahead. "If we direct whatever power and energy we have at the Star-Child while he is in a weakened condition, it will return him to normal and put the multiple universes back to normal as well."
It was hard to read O'Neill's face, or Han's.
Dr. Strange wore a solemn look. "This will be nothing more than a bad dream."
"It wasn't all so bad."
"No, Han. It wasn't."
Princess Leia pointed and shouted.
"Rebels! Direct all firepower at the Star-Child!"
Han radioed up. "Chewie, bring the 'Falcon' down and fire on the big guy on the throne! Take us home!"
"Kree, Jaffa!"
"Stormtroopers, open fire!"
"Avengers, assemble!"
"You heard the man. And the ladies. Open fire!"
"Daniel, my lightsaber and yours together."
"You got it, Luke."
"I've got your six, guys."
"Thanks, Cam."
"Yeah. Thanks, Cam. For everything."
Energy rained down on the Star-Child. The giant figure covered his bald head with chubby hands as he bawled loudly like a very large baby.
Nevertheless, the barrage continued.
As it did, one of the last sights was the somber face of Colonel Jack O'Neill.
"It was an honor serving with you."
The bawling of the Star-Child diminished, replaced by shouts of determination and victory. Energy and power of all kinds rained down with even greater intensity as the combined forces moved in on their target.
Until it, and they, were all gone.
The Rebels returned to their own galaxy, and SG-1 returned to their own galaxy. They were left with only vague memories of each other.
Before the Star-Child was returned to normal, the Rebels and SG-1 had many experiences and adventures together. These were but a few.