Harry James Potter, Basilisk Slayer, Dark Lord Defeater, and general menace of Goa'ulds throughout the galaxy was drumming his fingers on a kitchen countertop, waiting for a simple electric Kettle to finish boiling water for a nice hot cup of tea. In the time it took for the appliance to finish he'd thought of nine different ways to do it faster, with only a minimal increase in chance that the ship would explode. Thoughts like this were common to him now, ever since that stint with the repository. It also made it extremely difficult for him to relax and shut his mind off. In fact this was his first day off in almost a month, not counting the brief trips through the Quantum Mirror. Cup in hand he navigated his way outside and onto the primary deck of the battleship.

He'd received the Graf Spee in a low key, informal ceremony less than twelve hours ago. The Asgard deemed their debt paid, or had until Harry of course handed over a memory crystal containing the information on the subspace power cells. He couldn't let the little buggers off the hook that easy.

The ship was fully automated, and tied into an Ancient power chair that also acted as captain's chair. Very convenient indeed. The surrounding stations were empty, giving the ship an eerie sort of feel. But boy was the view amazing. The Command deck was almost entirely enveloped in glass, like a domed bubble that sat overlooking the front of the ship. His first task once operational had been to fly the Spee back to Earth, specifically to Japan and knock on Leiji Matsumoto's door and ask him to sign the utterly useless ship wheel mounted on the bridge. It seemed like the right thing to do. The ship descended over Tokyo with the typical Asgard mist that shrouded them when entering a planet's Atmosphere. The 400 meter long vessel settled near Tokyo tower like a big, fat space blimp. Harry even dropped the anchor, though it was more of a symbolic gesture.

The people living in the Kanto region took it rather well, even with the Ship's name displayed in old Germanic writing on the side. News of the incident reached Cheyanne mountain in due time, where a certain bald general began to sob hysterically.

With homage paid and assurances made that he wouldn't be sued for copyright violations of the highest caliber Harry departed as quickly as he'd arrived, making the short trip across the Sea of Japan before finally easing the Graf Spee into the relatively warm waters of the South China Sea.

Settling on a Hammock stung between two of the Gauss barrels on the forward battery he donned a pair of sunglasses, content with relaxing under the real sun for once. The ship needed a ton of magical work, enough to keep him busy for months. Right now a dozen automated robots similar to octopi hung off the hull, their diamond laced carbide routers etching all manner of runes over every square inch of the hull. The Spee was anchored over three intersecting oceanic lay lines, slowly charging the truly massive magical battery he'd managed to wrestle into the ship. And it would continue to do so for the next three days.

Perhaps he'd draw a nice bath for himself later. Yup, this was the life. Right up until the tablet he was holding came to life, showing O'Neill's ugly mug.

Just fucking perfect.

"Colonel" Harry sighed. "What can I do you for this fine day?" Never mind the fact that they'd seen each other just this morning at the SGC.

The Air Force Colonel grinned like a fat kid in a candy shop. "Hiya Harry. Just checking out the com feeds on OUR SWEET NEW SHIPS!" The wizard rolled his eyes. The Asgard had recently managed to contain the entirety of the replicator threat to a single world where time crawled a fraction of the rest of the galaxy. In theory this would give them time to prepare a superweapon and wipe them out. The ships Earth had loaned were back, forming a fleet that hovered around their little blue marble.

They were boxy compared to his new vessel, and lacking the sleek lines and sexy curves his ship possessed. Plus they couldn't float.

Speaking of floating ships, a few clicks off the port side a mass of dull gray ships was gathered in a cluster. The Chinese were mighty nervous when they caught wind that a flying battleship was moored less than thirty miles off its coast. Just outside the economic exclusion zone, but close enough to hurl shells at their coastal cities.

Please, he could hit London from where he was with these babies. But alas, it was one of only two places on the planet where the Spee's magical buffers could charge this fast, the other being somewhere in the Antarctic. And he couldn't sunbathe down there now could he?

Harry lifted a pair of binoculars, watching as a PT Boat whizzed close by. He could make out a guy in a white collared shirt, and a smoking hot bird standing on the Bow, both looking back at him with their own field glasses. He waived, and the girl flipped him the bird.

Wow, what a bitch.

"Is that all?" the British Wizard said dryly, ready to get back to whatever he was doing, which admittedly wasn't much.

O'Neill shrugged. "Pretty much. Hey listen, later tonight the guys want to-"he paused. "Hang on a second."

Harry sipped his tea, savoring the few moments of peace he had left. Jack turned back to face him.

"SG-13's in trouble. I got to go."

Harry sighed and vanished his drink. Damn it, he actually liked Colonel Dixon. His crude sense of humour just struck a chord with the Wizard. He'd intended to visit some seedy bar tonight and pick up a date. Why did this always happen to him?

Oh well, what did he get, an hour? Two? Deciding to conserve power for what he guessed would be an interesting afternoon he let the beam transport carry his arse halfway across the globe to the SGC instead of apparating. O'Neill arrived a mere seconds after, also in the briefing room. The two looked at each other.

"Beats the hell out of taking a plane doesn't it?" The older man said, still sounding far too pleased. Harry shrugged, still wearing his Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops. "Never flown in one to be honest."

Hammond welcomed them down and immediately explained. "Dr. Balinsky's team encountered a Goa'uld Probe on P2X-787 and managed to disable it, but not before the damn thing sent a signal. SG-13 is pinned down in some ruins near the gate by a battalion strength force at least."

Harry observed as more than a dozen muggles suited up down below, over half of them clutching heavy weapons. Oh yes, this one would be good. Normally he'd stay out of it, but what the hell, he was here so why not join the fun.

Hammond dismissed them and O'Neill left to gear up. That meant Harry was alone and unsupervised with a Muggle Television crew just on the other side of the blast door. They'd been slinking around the Base for the last few days, recording away. Jack especially was very much against talking to them. But Harry? Well he got a kick out of stuff like this. O'Neill and Hammond had screamed themselves raw trying to intimidate the Wizard into keeping his big trap shut. Harry did promise just to get them to ease up, but there were so many more ways to mess with these guys that didn't involve talking.

On the way into the gate room he took the long way around the left, 'accidentally' running into Bergman and the Mustached Air force officer babysitting him. Harry waved at the man before submerging his entire right arm into the bottomless duffel he'd brought along. The camera was clearly on as he rummaged around in there, eventually pulling out his nifty fifty, as he liked to call it. It was actually the M107, a five foot long anti material rifle he'd extensively modified. With a bright smile Harry walked into the gate room, leaving a dumbstruck camera crew in his wake.

Harry ditched the gun shortly after. Though he was getting good with the muggle projectile firearms his wand was still his weapon of choice. And from the looks of things it was going to get a major workout. The Tau'ri heavy strike team included Dr. Frasier, who'd been dispatched to stabilize a wounded Lieutenant.

They came under fire moments after arriving. The Jaffa engaged them almost immediately, supported by gliders and Al'Kesh bombers.

The whole thing reeked of an ambush.

The scale of this engagement meant that Harry, even with his abilities was nothing more than a chess piece, although a very flexible and versatile one.

Harry unshrunk his Firebolt and kicked off hard, drawing more than a bit of Staff Weapons fire for his effort. It was the perfect time to test his new invention. The top flap on his heavy canvas satchel pack opened with a small swish.

Over the last few weeks he'd perfected a neural implant that effectively cut the Lantean Chair out of the equation. Implanting it had been a bitch, even with the Asgards help.

The expanded satchel, apart from containing an unholy amount of ordinance held a few dozen drones. Harry activated a half dozen and they zipped from the magical pocket of compressed space. Each sought a target. Two Gliders were blotted from the sky in an instant, raining down to the ground in pieces no bigger than a foot across.

An Al'Kesh was hit next, not destroying it completely but removing a good chunk of the superstructure. It rolled hard to port before disappearing behind a ridgeline with an unhealthy wail. A bright blue flash signaled its landing, seen only by Harry himself, now hovering several hundred feet above the battlefield. Two more met similar fates halfway through a strafing run, with one drone impacting the bomb bay, detonating the entire remaining payload and blotting both bombers from the sky in the resulting secondary explosion.

The rest wisely disengaged. The sky, at least for now remained neutral. The last drone circled lazily until he guided it into a concentrated group of reinforcements, making the very ground shutter. The bird eye view gave him an immense advantage.

Below him staff blasts and green tracers raced back and forth across the uneven terrain. The Tau'ri, despite driving off the Jaffa's air support were still massively outnumbered. Two Al'Kesh could be seen a few clicks away hovering closely above the ground, their rings working nonstop spilling troops into the theater. Four more drones left his backpack with a high pitched hum, racing for the two newly designated targets. Twin flashes of yellow and white followed.

So far so good.

The Radio he'd grabbed before stepping through the gate had been quiet for the most part, but now roared to life with reports of a man down. Harry strafed the perimeter of the ruins with blasters, trying to ease the pressure on the three SG teams hunkered down there. The casualty was picked up, though from his position he couldn't make out who it was. The collective group then made their way to the gate, which was also under heavy fire.

Suddenly the frantic voice of Daniel Jackson crackled though the radio. "MEDIC! I NEED A MEDIC. FRASIER's BEEN HIT." Harry cursed, banking his broom into a shallow dive towards the tree line where the initial casualty was being treated. The area had no prior Jaffa activity, so only Jackson and another marine were dispatched to guard the Doc. From above he stunned several Jaffa who were using the old growth forest as cover, firing at the four Americans in the shallow depression.

Upon dismounting he snapped off two quick diagnostic spells. The Lieutenant was in bad shape, but would pull through. A blood replenisher and general purpose healing drought left him right as rain, or at least enough to move. The Doctor was another matter. Daniel was hovering over her, unsure what to do.

"Is she-?"

"Yeah, but I can get her back. Daniel, help get your guy back to the gate. I'll take her." Harry delicately picked up the slender woman and placed her on the broom. The ride back was slow, in part because he never left the three remaining muggles still on the ground out of his sight. Twice he had to fire a stunner at a Jaffa, but for the most part they were left alone. The main force meanwhile had dialed back to Earth, keeping a connection open in case the Goa'uld tried to cut them off. Most were dug in around the gate with only their injured sent back.

O'Neill was being supported by Teal'c. He didn't look to good either. Harry unleashed a spinning vortex of magical fire, creating a blazing ring around the gate and DHD that allowed the remaining defenders to slip away. Harry was the last to leave. His robes were sticky with Frasier's blood. Someone was going to pay.

oOo

"Jackson!" Harry hollered back in the Gate room, still cradling the lifeless body of Janet Frasier. "I want to know the name of the Goa'uld that had the audacity to harm my favorite doctor."

Daniel, still somewhat dazed from the close call they'd just walked away from rattled off the name of one of Anubis's under lords. A guy named Zipacna. With a louder than usual crack they vanished, leaving an emotionally exhausted SG's 1, 5, 7 and 13 to deal Hammond and his debrief.

He apparated directly I to the Bebop's med bay and placed Janet inside the Sarcophagus. The Spee wasn't fully combat operational, but his smaller ship would have no problem doing what he was planning. Next he contacted Vala.

"Hey luv, I need to get a solid location on a minor Goa'uld named Zipacna."

Vala knew Harry well enough that the Guy's days were numbered just by hearing her partner's tone. She was currently somewhere in the Norma Arm of the Galaxy, doing god knows what. In recent months they'd worked together less and less as Harry spent more time 'over there' as he referred to the other reality. They still talked regularly via the mirrors.

"Give me a little bit to ask around." She said, disconnecting with a wink. The mirror once again turned a dull gray. Harry performed a quick scourgify on his clothes and took a cold shower. Anger lead to stupid mistakes, and he wouldn't have that happen this time.

oOo

It took almost a day but Harry found his man. Vala had come through for him, providing him with the co-ordinates a few hours after contacting her. Never very patient Harry didn't wait for Janet to finish healing and left with her still aboard. He did send a message to the SGC informing them of his upcoming itinerary.

Three destroyed Hat'aks and one burning Goa'uld Base later was all it took. With all three power modules powering the Bebop ripping the heavily guarded fortress world apart had been frighteningly easy. Harry however didn't Crucio the Goa'uld, as much as he'd loved to have. Instead he sent Zapacna off to the great beyond with a simple AK. He wasn't going to exact revenge like that, not with an unwilling host to share the pain.

Frasier awoke just as a bloody and rather beat up Harry Potter walked into the medical bay.

"Harry?" she muttered, holding her head. "Where am I? And what happened to you?" she added after seeing his sorry condition. She still wore her now ruined combat clothes. Harry cleared his throat, his face coloring a shade or two.

"I'm fine. You on the other hand were shot back on 787. By the way, you might want to cover up." The staff had burnt a nice dinner plate sized hole through the layers of clothing, partially exposing her right breast.

Janet turned bright red.

"As for your questions, you're on the Bebop, and I just came back from my personal revenge mission against the idiot who attacked us."

Janet extracted herself from the bulky golden healing devise while Harry pulled a glass bottle from the cabinet nearby. He'd have to hit up the Alley's apothecary soon if things continued at the current pace.

"You revived me?" He nodded, wiping his mouth with a dirty sleeve. Soot still tasted better than what he'd just knocked back. Janet hugged him unexpectedly. "Thank you. First you saved Cassandra, and now me." Harry patted her arm awkwardly. "It was nothing. All I did was place you in a golden box."

She snorted, but did let go. Harry led her out. "Let me find you something to wear. I'm sure Vala left some stuff here." The Wizard disappeared into his bedroom and reemerged shortly after with a formfitting women's shirt. In another week or so he'd move his stuff to the new ship. Harry was already dreading the move. Perhaps he'd still live here, but park the bomber in the Graf Spee's hangar bay. That would work, right?

She sighed and took the Garment, not really liking it but unable to refuse regardless. Harry grinned. "I'll be sure to lower the room temperature a bit for the trip back." The good doctor's bra didn't survive the engagement, leaving her with just the shirt. Janet swatted him, but didn't lose the smile. Later Harry gave her his old Quidditch Jersey, which is what she wore when they arrived back at the SGC.

Cassandra, who'd been on the base for the last day relentlessly teased her adoptive mother over her choice of clothing, as did O'Neill, who seemed to have limped away from that battle with nothing more than a few cracked ribs.

"I see you managed to walk away yet again." Harry actually shook the man's hand, something he'd never done before. This last mission had been a close one. It reminded the Wizard that despite his advantages over the Goa'uld they were still merciless bastards who commanded his respect. O'Neill winced at the awkward movement but looked grateful. Harry didn't want any more hugs and offered the General an actual debrief for once, though he still wasn't filling out any paperwork.

oOo

"You want me to attend Sara's Birthday party?" He repeated, wiping his mouth with a napkin during dinner later that night.

"She'd love to see you there." Lily nodded. JP was of on a training exercise up in the Scotland, and Sara back for her final term at Hogwarts. Harry tried to stop by twice a week to eat with James and Lily, and would occasionally stay the night if it fell on a weekend.

The young man nodded, taking a healthy sip from his wine glass. "I don't see why not. Got any idea of what she might want as a gift?"

His parents gave each other wary looks. "From you? Probably something big." Harry smirked in response. "And it's not allowed to be dangerous I take it?"

They both nodded.

Right, well that limited things. Or did it? He still had that Eye of Ra collecting dust on his ship. The ruby itself was rather beautiful, and showed the symbol with smaller blue and green gems. Symbolically it represented protection and good health. Problem was the damn thing was the size of his fist. Kinda bulky for a necklace. Maybe he'd shrink it.

"I think I can dig something up."

James and Lily wore identical looks of doubt.

Sara did indeed love it, doubly so because of the story behind the eye and its potential power. Yes, his sister craved ultimate power. Such a shame. It was of course completely harmless by itself. One needed a special Goa'uld command ship to make use the jewels power, and even then all it really did was focus the destructive energy like a lens. Somehow he didn't think little Sara here had one of those lying around.

Unlike his sweet little Sister though her friends didn't buy into Harry's fairy tale. The many girls and few boys rolled their eyes at how gullible she was. Harry though didn't mind. He was just glad she liked it.

After chatting with several partygoers Harry ran into Remus, which brought a big smile to his face. The encounter was bittersweet however. He'd stopped visiting Andy and Teddy years ago. In fact Harry hadn't been in contact with anyone from his side of the mirror in a long time. They chatted for a bit, but with the Werewolf unaware of who he was it wasn't really much of a reunion. Remus excused himself, leaving a pensive Harry standing alone in the middle of a strange crowd on a warm spring day.

That didn't last long though as several of the unattached girls made their way over to say 'hi'. Harry kept it PG, and did exchange flu addresses with one Katie Bell, who didn't know Sara but was Quidditch Captain when JP made the team.

What he didn't expect was for the other SG-1 to crash the party wearing their usual terrible muggle civilian outfits. The other Potters recognized them too, but didn't approach them.

"Mr. Wiener?"

God damn it all, why do people still address him with that name! Katie looked at him, seemingly regretting her earlier decision and walked away. Harry pulled the other O'Neill aside.

"Mind telling me how you clowns found me here?" he growled. The unknown SG-1 looked at each other questioningly. "The note you left in the Pel'tak, we matched the handwriting to a property transfer document in London from two months ago. A few days ago it showed up again at the local jeweler."

From there surveillance footage gave them a face, and Godric's Hollow really wasen't that big a place to begin with.

Bugger. Of course, the damn cheque for Sara's gift he dropped off. He kicked himself for ever writing that note.

"We have some questions for you." Alternate Jackson said softly.

"I'm sure you do mate, but this'll have to wait until later." In reality Harry had no interest in talking to this world's version of SG-1. With a strong compulsion charm and a fifty pound note they headed to the ice-cream shop down the road. He sighed again.

To be honest the fact that the Goa'uld hadn't wiped out this place was a miracle. He'd been very busy back home but would soon need to worry about defending this Earth as well. Giving the SGC access to Lantean tech was probably a bad idea. They'd squabble with the other nations, especially Russia. Harry didn't come here to see the world wiped out by his indirect involvement.

The protected planets treaty was rubbish as well. The Asgard here were too busy to enforce it. It would take years for them to finish off the replicators with his help, time he didn't have thanks to the bleeding Ori back in his verse.

There was one short and sweet way to do this. Unfortunately it involved talking to the clowns he'd just sent away. Harry excused himself and followed the four muggles to the Parlor a few blocks away.

Unbeknownst to him a single figure slipped away from the crowd, cloaked under her Boss's Invisibility cloak.

"How'd you do that?" Alternate Carter asked in mild alarm after Harry paid for a big scoop of Chocolate Fudge and sat down. He took note of the door opening and closing, but had a fair idea of who it might be. Ignoring the suspicious looks from the others he took another bite of the frozen dessert.

"Never mind that. I have a proposition for you."

He explained the mirror, his reasons for being here, and the problems he faced back in the other reality. "Wait, you were the one who took the mirror?"

"What, were you using it for anything? I mean it was sitting in a storage room."

It was quite simple really. Harry would stay out of this Galaxies' problems unless Earth was in direct mortal peril. In order to defend themselves he divulged the location of the Ancient outpost in Antarctica. The SGC would run the place, completely off the books from the rest of the US Government. How they did it was their concern, but keeping it secret was crucial in case the NID tried to cock it all up. Later they could bang out an international treaty. He even handed over a spare Power Modules to power the outpost, as well as a single Lookie talky. The module had a tracker. If he didn't see it over the South Pole in the next few weeks they'd get their new toy taken away.

It was the easy way out, he surmised, but also necessary. Despite his power and knowledge he was only one person. Defending two galaxies simultaneously was too much. As an afterthought he discreetly laced their ice-cream with his spy nanites. If these guys wanted to pull a fast one on him Harry would be ready.

After taking his leave he loitered around the side of the establishment. On cue the door opened again and he slipped an arm around the cloaked person's side, effectively forcing 'her' to walk alongside him.

"Honestly Sara, what did I tell you about snooping around? If you're going to do it don't make it look so obvious."

The cloak came off, but it wasn't the red haired birthday girl that greeted him. It was pink.

"Tonks?"

He removed his arm and stepped away. "The hell Woman. You're supposed to be an Auror. How can you be this bad at surveillance?"

Not the response she expected, like; 'who are you?' and; 'how much did you overhear?'

"Relax Harry. Your dad told me about you."

"Did he now?" he sounded skeptical. She frowned. James Potter used that same tone every times she tried to pull a fast one on him. "Well not quite. You see, I kinda sorta was in the evidence lock up that night when you and Senior Auror Potter trashed the place."

Harry slid a hand down his face and groaned.

"All right, let's talk."

He led her to the cloaked Cargo ship a few hundred meters away. At first Tonks looked at him in confusion until the door appeared out of nowhere, causing her to trip over the uneven ground and fall on her can.

"Honestly Nym, how did you ever make it past Moody during basic?"

She growled, but accepted his hand, pulling herself out of the mud. With a flick of his wand her robes were clean again. Once inside he observed as she looked around the small vessel with interest.

He broke the silence a few moments later. "All right, so you saw my old man and I." He tried to recall what they discussed that night. Horcruxes mainly. But she also have seen the Kull armor. How the hell did neither of them notice her? Especially her!

"Senior Auror Potter-"

"Just call him James, please. The Senior part cracks me up."

She snorted. "Fine. James lent me his families cloak for an assignment. An internal investigation on a fellow colleague. We didn't want to tip him off prematurely, so I went after hours."

Harry nodded, leaning against a Golden bulkhead. That made sense. "You followed us to Gringotts then?"

She nodded, looking like someone who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "And now you heard my conversation with the American muggles."

Another Nod.

"Have you put all of the pieces together?"

She gulped "You're the baby the Potters lost on Halloween in 1981. Or at least another version of him."

Green eyes boring into her multicolored ones intensely, but he remained quiet.

"So I take it we knew each other where you're from?"

At this Harry actually smirked, completely losing the intimidating look he'd used on her up to that point.

"I know well enough not to call you by your first name. What do you think?"

"Right", she hastily said. "Moving on. Where do we go from here?" Tonks's features morphed, making her look more innocent than out to be allowed.

"All right, here's the deal. I'm not going to Obliviate you." The thought occurred to him, but the Gringotts job, as he'd begun to refer to it as had happened over two weeks ago. Wiping that much of her memory would be too obvious.

Tonks sighed in relief. She considered herself a competent, although clumsy Witch. But what Harry and his dad had done made her look like a snotty nosed second year in comparison. She doubted that if he wanted to, she couldn't have stopped him.

"I will need a vow of secrecy though." He stated. "Magically binding of course." She nodded and Harry began on the wording, scribbling on a conjured notepad with a ball pen.

Tonks resumed her study of the Tel'tak's interior.

"Is this your ship?" she asked.

"In a way yes." But I have better ones back in my verse'."

She spun around. "Can you show me?" He'd been nibbling on the end of the plastic and looked up. All of a sudden Sara's behavior didn't seem so odd anymore.

"I suppose." He finished the document and handed it over, curious to see how she'd react to the last minute 'addition'. Nothing serious mind you, just a harmless bit of fun. Tonks read it through once, then again before finally breaking out into a Hysterical fit of laughter.

"I don't think anyone's ever asked me out like this before." She managed while wiping a tear from her eye.

Harry shrugged. "I highly doubt Katie is going to return my calls after learning of my fake name. With you I don't need to keep secrets. I'm terrible at lying."

Tonks arched an eyebrow. "I don't know if I like being your fallback option."

"Well technically you jumped to first place thanks to your general nosy-ness." He countered.

"Oh, lucky me! Is that the only reason?"

Harry rubbed his chin, pretending to come up with more.

"Don't strain your brain." She added dryly. Harry laughed. "All right, let's just say that you were already taken by the time I saw you in a different sort of light."

"Oh, who's the lucky guy?"

Harry grinned. "Do you really want to know?"

"It's Finch. He caught you in your seventh year after hours and shackled you in his office. You were never the same. Very tragic."

Tonks looked revolted. "That's not even funny. And you're right, you are a horrid liar!"

Harry laughed again, running a hand through his messy hair. Tonks cocked her head sideways, looking him over with an appraising eye.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't like what she saw back in the DMLE. Besides, Tonks always thought her boss looked cute. Harry here was pretty darn close (no surprise there), and younger to boot. Plus the way he held that muggle pen up to his lips a minute ago…

"Gimme that." She swiped the writing utensil from his hand, scratched out a paragraph and substituted it with something else. Harry's eyebrows rose first in protest, then some more in excitement.

"I can live with that." He said with a thick voice when she finished.

A small nick and two blots of blood landed on the paper. It glowed for a moment before fading again.

"So, you want to make it official?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Tonks rolled her eyes and made for the door.

"Let's go buster."

Harry grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"Actually, I have another idea." For a second she thought he was going to force the issue, but that wasn't the case. With a wicked grin he whispered in her ear, even though they were completely alone in the ship.

"Oh! Oh that's Brilliant."

That's right, Frasier DOSEN"T die!

I was scratching my head at why the leader of SG13 sounded so familiar when re-watching the Episode Heros. Finally it hit me. Jayne Cobb! God I love Firefly. Such a shame they cut it short. Also, for those of you who picked up on the Black Lagoon part you get brownie points.

The contract thing? Well that was a last minute addition. It was spontaneous, crazy, and totally up Harry's alley. Besides, I semi sort of hinted at the fact that Vala is interested in Jackson. Those two in the canon are hilarious, and I'd be a shame to break them up. Harry just needs to find someone else to bump uglies with ;)