Author's Note: Special Guest Star, Dr. Samantha Carter. The August 10th scene, modified from a portion of "In Training" by innocent choir girl and Sarge.

Dedication: To Riley and Shannon who have been so patient with me for these last few chapters.

Content Warning: Violence, Mild Language

Turning Points
****Argos Sector, (October 5, 2026)****

"They're still gaining, Ma'am."

"How much time until they are in firing range?" Robin asked the young man.

"Ninety seconds, Ma'am." he replied in a hopeless tone.

Robin turned to the men and woman manning the bridge, "ok, I need options. We need to lose these guys somehow!" Everyone looked down to their consoles to avoid eye contact. They were worried, scared, and had no idea what to do. Robin had to regain control of the situation and fast. "Listen up! I know this looks bad, but we are NOT dead yet! Now we have fought for the right to survive for as long as I can remember! We've been in dozens of situations where it seems hopeless! Now are we going to run scared and get shot in the back or are we going to do something to give ourselves a chance?!"

One by one they looked up and met Robin's eyes. The decision had been made. Now she only needed to give the order. "Disengage hyperdrive. Prepare the forward guns and the Argos lasers. Target the lead ship and fire when ready!" The crew all sprung into action before the order was even finished. The drop from hyperspace was quick and violent but it gave them a few extra seconds to maneuver.

The five Maldorian destroyers following them, dropped out of hyperspace behind them and immediately opened fire. The Foxstar took shot after shot as it slowly turned to face it's attackers. "Ten seconds to firing arch, Ma'am!"

"Are the lasers charged?" she turned to the weapons officer.

The young woman at weapons nodded, "all three cannons ready to fire."

"Five in second intervals, single cannon shots!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Suddenly the ship rocked more violently then it had before. "What was that??!"

One of the crew responded, "they've hit one of the lasers, Ma'am. I'm gonna have to shut it down before the power cell explodes."

"First Argos laser in position. Locking on and firing," the weapons officer told Robin. The resulting shot scored a direct hit on the lead destroyer's forward shields and destroyed them. "Firing forward cannons!" The barrage from the Foxstar's forward cannons, quickly disabled the lead destroyer's weapons and forced it to fall back.

"Nice job! That's one!" Robin commended. Meanwhile the remaining four were extracting terrible damage on the Foxstar. "Prepare the second la..."

"Ma'am!" the damage control officer shouted. "That last hit took out maneuvering thrusters."

"They're trying to take advantage of it. Trying to flank us!" the sensor operator warned.

"Target the closest ship and take it out, fast!" Robin ordered. "And get a team on those thrusters!"

The weapons officer fired again and was targetting the forward cannons when the sensor operator broke in again, "Ma'am! Picking up six more ships on an intercept course."

"Maldorian?" Robin asked, trying desperately to think of how this could be positive but coming up empty.

"The sensors can't tell. It's saying it doesn't recognize the configuration," he answered. Then he exclaimed, "They're powering weapons. One of the destroyers is in position to target our reactor core!"

They were surrounded and a sitting duck. There was nothing to do now but take as many of the enemy with them as they could. How could things have turned from so good to so bad this quickly? The Maldorians were closing in, Glenn was dying, and they still didn't know anything more than they did before they came to this God-forsaken planet. As she gave the order to open fire again, she wondered how it was that she had let Glenn talk her into starting all this. How ironic that the war would end for them where it started.

****Planet Foxstar, (September 20, 2026)****

"Robin, I don't understand," Sharp said to Robin as he followed down the corridor. "What's the problem?"

She sighed, stopped and turned to him. "We have more important things to do then to head to a dead planet looking for a shred of evidence about what happened to my father. Especially when it probably doesn't exist!"

"This isn't just about your father, Robin," Sharp argued. "The more we find out about the Maldorian attacks in the beginning of this war, the better we understand their tactics and thinking and if we're gonna win this war, that's exactly what we need!"

"Glenn, I'm not arguing with you about this. I've thought it over and it just doesn't make sense! Finding this ship has been the biggest break for the resistance since the war started. I'm not risking it on some wild goose chase." Robin turned to continue walking when Sharp caught her arm.

"We have the gate coordinates too, right? Then why don't I lead a team through the gate. That way the ship is no where near Argos. We go there, find out what we can and meet at a predetermined location."

She looked up at him and glared. She didn't like being handled by anyone and Glenn had a nasty habit of doing so. "Look, Captain, you and your team can leave anytime you want. You wanna go through the gate to Argos, I won't stop you, but I want you. If you do so, you're on your own. We're not going to meet you anywhere," Robin warned. Sharp just stood there, unsure of what to say. Robin softened a bit, but didn't back down, "if we run across each other again, you're welcome to rejoin us, but right now it seems our priorities are different."

Sharp released her arm, "alright, if that's how you feel about it. I'll gather Luke, Chris and Sam and we'll be on our way in a few hours." Robin looked away. She had forgotten that Sam had arrived with Glenn. And his assumption that she would go with him was probably correct. And with Chris leaving, that brought up another interesting question. Would Paris be going with them as well?

"Take what you need," she offered. "When you're ready to go, I'll see you off."

Sharp nodded, "thank you." He really hated the idea of leaving her and the Foxstar, but he felt that this had to be done. Sharp and Robin turned opposite directions and proceed to the seperate tasks that awaited them.

****Planet Foxstar, (Two hours later)****

"So you're just leaving?"

"It's not like that, Paris," Stewart responded. "I made a promise to a good friend to help out the captain. I can't just turn my back on that."

"Well fine then," she announced, "I'm going with you."

"Paris, no," he argued. She stopped and turned to him. "With Mr. Tainn gone, the commander needs someone she can trust to serve as second in command."

"Mac doesn't need me," she argued, tears welling up in her eyes. "Besides, whether you want to admit it or not, you need me."

Stewart's eyes also filled with tears but he forced a smile, "well then if that's true, you know after this is over that I'll find you." The words were little comfort to Paris and Stewart could see that. Taking her into a hug, the embrance shook loose the first of many tears to fall. "I will see you again, Paris Kaydance Orion. You have my promise on that." Paris was choked up enough she could no longer form the words to ask him to stay. The two embraced for a few moments that seemed like days.

Finally breaking the silence, Paris quipped, "just don't forget your toothbrush." The laughter between them, shook loose even more tears and added to the soaking of each other's shoulders. Locking eyes once again, those used the stare to guide to one another's lips. In that moment, the promise was sealed and nothing that would happen in the next two weeks would break it.

****Planet Foxstar, (An hour later)****

The team of four assembled at the gate. Several of the members of the resistance assembled to see them off on their journey. Sharp had noticed that Paris was no where to be seen, but perhaps Chris and Paris had already said their goodbyes. He double checked the P90 he had managed to hold onto for the entirity of his journey and looked up in time to see Robin approaching. He smiled, "I think we're just about ready, Commander."

"Yeah I see that," she said, trying to return his smile. She looked away for a moment and then back, "about what I said earlier, I..."

He cut her off, "don't worry about it, Mac. You were right, we don't need to take the Foxstar to Argos to do this. We can take care of it ourselves."

"I still think it's a waste of time, Glenn," she informed him.

"Well I always thought it was a good idea to put your money where your mouth is so what do you say we make a friendly wager, Commander?" he asked with a cock-eyed smile.

She raised an eyebrow, "what kind of wager?"

"Well if you're right and there's nothing there, I'll polish the bridge everyday for a month, but if we DO find something of value there, you have to cook me dinner for a month. Deal?"

Giving him an 'are you serious' look, Robin shook her head and responded, "alright, Glenn, but if I find one smudge of dirt after you clean the bridge, your ass is mine."

"Fine, but just make sure dinner is served promptly at seven every night and I expect a nice 3 course meal," he smiled back.

She grinned and wrapped her arms around him to hug him, "take care of yourself, ok?"

"Will do, Mac," he said holding back tears. "And just remember, don't call us, we'll call you."

"Uh huh," she said, rolling her eyes.

That cause him to smile. She was so much like her mother. That made things harder and easier at the same time. He didn't want to leave, but at the same time, in some strange way, it made him feel a bit more at peace for not being able to say goodbye to Riley. It was strange, he knew that the relationship he shared with Riley for that brief time did not give him any real family bonds to Robin, but somehow he felt just at close to her as he had to his own family. Almost as if she was the daughter he knew he would never have. Behind him, Sam finished dialing the coordinates to Argos. The wormhole established and Sharp turned to follow his team through the gate.

Once they were gone, the gate shut down and Robin quickly turned her attention back to anything that occupy her mind, like the task of making final preperations for the Foxstar's departure.

****Planet Argos, (September 20, 2026)****

Sharp stepped down off the platform, joining Sam, Corra and Stewart. He looked around to see a seemingly peaceful planet. Hard to believe that the whole with the Maldorians started here. He walked up beside Sam, "so what's the story?"

"Well the actual colony was built two miles west of here," she explained.

"Just a hop, skip, and a jump then," Sharp said, looking out to the west. After a momentary pause he motioned for them to follow him and called, "Let's move out."

"Yes, Sir," Sam responded while Corra and Stewart just nodded and followed.

Sharp slowed to allow Sam to catch up to him as Corra and Stewart went ahead to check things out. "So how much do you know about what happened here?"

She shrugged, "not a whole lot. I was pretty much retired during that time. From what I'm told, without warning, during the colony dedication ceremony, a Maldorian destroyer entered orbit and attacked." Sam took a deep breath before continuing, "The O'Neill was just outclassed. The SGC lost contact with both the O'Neill and Argos shortly after the attack began. We were forced to wait until the Maldorians abandoned the sector before we could go in and do our own investigation. That was almost a year after the attack and by then there wasn't much left."

"And Robin's father?" Sharp wondered.

"I don't think I ever met him and I never knew what happened to him," Sam answered. "I think Riley had an idea but she never talked about him to me. And the only thing I was able to get out of Chrislyn was that his name was Zach." Sharp gave Sam a curious look. "Does that name mean something to you?"

"I'm not sure," he replied honestly. "Just an interesting coincidence I guess. But, no I guess it doesn' t mean anything to me."

"Dr. Carter!" Corra called from up ahead. "Come take a look at this!"

"Go ahead, Sam. I'll catch up in a moment." Sam nodded and started walking to where Corra was standing.

Sharp meanwhile veered off to something reflecting in the sun about twenty feet away. When he got there, he was surprised to see a broken picture frame with an almost entirely intact picture. Funny the things that survive a completing disemating attack sometimes. He smiled when he got a good look at the picture. A couple and their two kids sat happily, smiling at the camera. It then changed to a frown when he realized that one or more of this family must have been here on the planet. A fatherless family now, maybe? He picked up the picture and took one last good look. In a way, he envied the man in the picture, whether he was still alive or not. He had the one thing Sharp wanted more than anything else and he could never have... a family.

Sharp squinted his eyes as a sudden headache came upon him. Before long, his hands began to shake and he dropped the picture back to the ground. Quickly the pain spread to the rest of his body. He'd only felt pain like this once before... moments before he found himself thrown twenty-three years into the future. The pain was so intense, he could no longer stand and he fell to his knees and then to the ground. His vision blurred and then went black...

****SGC Infirmary, (September 10, 2002)****

Sharp looked around and found himself in very familar settings. What the hell?! he thought to himself.

"I just got your tests back, Lieutanent," a man in a white coat seemed to be saying to him.

Test?! What tests?! What the hell was going on?!

"I'm afraid I have some bad news," he continued. "The chemical you were exposed to on your last mission did have an unexpected side effect on your human physiology."

As he said it, Sharp suddenly remembered what was happening. He had sat in this very spot only a few weeks before his promotion. And the next words the doctor would say had been ringing in his ears every since. He could still quote the doctor word for word.

"Lieutanent, I really don't know how to break this gently, but according to these tests, the chemical had effectively made you sterile."

"Are you sure? I mean, could it be a mistake?" he asked, almost involuntarily.

"I'm afraid I've conferred with two other doctors and they've come to the same conclusion. I'm very sorry, Lieutanent. Ordinary, I would prescribe treatment to maybe help counter the effects, but looking at this, there is really nothing we can do."

Sharp managed to hold back the tears at the doctor's words, just like he'd done the first time he'd been through this. As the doctor turned to grant Sharp some peace, Sharp doubled over in pain and blacked out again.

****Planet Argos (September 20, 2026)****

"He's coming around! Give him some air!"

Sharp slowly opened his eyes to see three people staring at him with worried looks. "What's going on?"

Sam check Sharp's vitals, "you blacked out, Glenn. We've been trying to wake you up for almost an hour."

He slowly sat up and held his throbbing head, "I've been out an hour? Wonderful," he added sarcastically.

"Do you remember what happened, Captain?" Corra asked.

"I remember this dream about..." he stopped himself from giving all the details. "A uh... a dream about the infirmary. I was in the SGC infirmary for a checkup," he lied.

"Why would you dream about the infirmary, Glenn?" Sam asked, wondering about his sanity.

Sharp tried to shake off the headache, "no reason. Let's just drop it, I'm fine now."

"Not so fast, Glenn," Sam stopped him from going anyway. "We're done here until we have the Foxstar's doc check you out."

"I'm fine, Sam," he said shaking his head again. "Really. Besides we just got here."

"Captain, maybe she's right," Stewart interjected.

Sharp shooks his arm free of Sam's grasp, "look, we came here to do a job and we're gonna finish before we go." He turned to look at Sam, "and when we get back I'll have the doc check me over. Now let's get what we came for." He quickly walked off toward what looked like it had been the main colony structure.

The remaining three exchanged glances and followed him, knowing it was pointless to argue.

****Foxstar, location classified, (September 29, 2026)****

Robin sat in the Captain's chair looking over the day's maintanence reports. They were still having trouble with the conventional drive system. It was running rather sluggish and they weren't quite sure why until they checked the fuel reserves. Most of the fuel had been collecting impurities over the time the ship had been buried and they needed a substitute fuel source. That was why they were in the middle of who knows where.

"Are you still getting those sensor readings?" she asked the ops officer.

The ops officer looked over the readings one last time before answering her, "yes, Ma'am. Readings confirm the 5th planet contains a substance consistant with the fuel requirment of the conventional drives."

"Ok, begin looking for a suitable place to land," she ordered. She then opened her comm system, "Got a job for you, Paris."

*What's up, Mac?* she responded.

"I want you to lead a team on the planet's surface to find fuel for the conventional drives," Robin told her.

*Anyone in particular you want on the team?*

"No one in particular, just take whoever you think..."

Suddenly the comm officer interrupted her, "Ma'am, I have a priority message coming in. It sounds like Dr. Carter."

"Just a minute, Paris." She then turned to the comm officer, "play it over the bridge comm system." The officer nodded and tapped a few button to carry out the order.

*I repeat this is Dr. Samantha Carter to the Foxstar. Please do not reply to this message. We're sending this wide range into all directions. We need an immediately evacuation from our current location. Please hurry! It's a matter of life or death!*

Robin's mind immediately went wild. She knew she shouldn't have let Glenn talk her into this! Now God knows what was happening to them! Damn him! The message was still playing over the bridge comm and Robin snapped her head toward the comm officer, "turn that damn thing off!"

The comm officer quicky replied and shut off the message. While Robin fumed, the entire bridge stood silent waiting for orders. They knew her well enough to know better than to say anything to her while she was in this mood.

Continuing to swear under her breath, Robin stood out of her chair and walked down to the navagation officer. "Set a course for Argos."

"Ma'am, you do know it will take us almost a week to get there correct?" he asked, uncomfortably. She turned her icy glare to the navagation officer. "Right. Of course. Sorry, Ma'am. Setting course of Argos. Ready to engage hyperdrive on your signal, Ma'am."

Robin was half pissed at Glenn and half worried for him. He damn well better be alive when I get there, she thought, so I can kill him! "Engage hyperdrive."

****Planet Argos, (September 26, 2026)****

"I can't get anything from this console, Glenn," Sam said, shaking her head. "This whole system is toast."

"I'm not having any luck rigging this one up either," he replied. "I sure hope Chris and Luke are having better luck searching some of the other structures, otherwise I'm swabbing the deck for a month," he said groaning.

"Something I should know about, Glenn?"

He turned his head and smiled, "just a little side wager with Mac is all."

Sam smiled back, "yeah, I pretty much had you pinned as a betting man."

"Yeah, well you'd have me all wrong then, Sam," he laughed. "Before I got sent here, I'd pretty much always taken the safe path."

"And being sucked forward in time changed all that, huh?"

"No, actually I was sucked forward in time because someone changed me," he said, kind of staring into nowhere.

"How long had you been together?"

Sharp gave her an embarrassed smile, "a whole week." He chuckled at himself he felt so stupid admitting it.

"That's not what I asked, Glenn," Sam told him. "You admitted you had feelings for each other a week before you were seperated. I want to know how long you were together, even before you recognized it."

Sharp chuckled a bit. "You sound like you've been in a similar situations, Sam." She didn't respond which Sharp took as a cue to drop it. "To answer your question, though, I'm not exactly sure what she felt, but I felt a connection to her when we first met. Right after she joined SG-1."

"That's two months before your mission, Glenn."

Sharp tried to go back to occupy himself, "yeah I know. Not enough time to really discover how you feel, I guess."

"Actually, I was gonna say that under that right circumstances, that's more than enough time," she corrected him. "If two people are really meant to be, it doesn't take long at all."

He rested his hand on the console and contempted what she said before responding. "If that's true, Sam, then why am I here without her? If we were really meant to be, why couldn't I be there for her when she needed me?"

Walking over to where Sharp stood, Sam wrapped him up into a hug. "If there's one thing I learned in my life is that love can make things happen even when the seem impossible."

Impossible was certainly the word he used to describe his chances with Riley. His mind drifted to warm thoughts of when they met. He was just starting to feel better when an all too familar feeling overtook him. The blackness came so quickly this time, that he barely had time to realize what was happening.

****SGC Infirmary, (August 10, 2002)****

Sharp found himself back in the infirmary, however things were much different. There were a lot more people around this time, both doctors and personnel. He looked around and spoted an old acquintance, Lt. Hank Castor. Maybe he could ask some questions as to what was happening all of a sudden. Then, almost as if it can been scripted, he saw her out of the corner of his eye. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. He could see her looking back at him, and he smiled. He so desperately wanted to run over and embrace her, but he could see from the way she looked at him, she didn't know him. It was almost as if he'd... as if he'd gone back to when they'd first met! But how was that possible?! He needed to get some answers and he know he wouldn't be able to ask Riley. He started toward Lt. Castor. He got two steps before he managed to run over a nurse, knocking them both to the floor.

"Lieutanent Sharp! Watch where you are going!" the nurse replied in anger.

"I'm so sorry," Sharp replied, meaning it, but not really sure he was the one saying it.

"You should be!" the nurse said getting off the floor. She glared at him as she walked away.

Sharp looked around sheepishly, wondering if everyone was looking at him. He finally picked himself up and walked over to the Lieutanent.

"Smooth move, Glenn," Castor chuckled.

"Yeah well, let's just say I've had a lot on my mind, Hank," he replied, not sure what else to say.

Caster glanced in the direction of Riley, "well if you're interested in that one, just make sure you dodge after the kiss, Glenn." Sharp couldn't help but laugh. He remembered hearing the story about how Castor had tried to steal a kiss and Riley had made him pay for it with a broken nose. "Well I'd like to see you do better. I mean we all know who the real ladies man is here."

It was just too tempting for Sharp to pass up the opportunity. He nodded at Castor, "alright, you're on, Hank." He couldn't believe he was doing this. If he was really moving through time, couldn't his seriously screw things up?! All it took, however was one look at her face to make him forget all that. He boldly walked up to her, "excuse me, Ma'am, but I was wondering if it was you who broke Lt. Castor's nose?"

"Uh...yes," she responded. Sharp didn't remember her being this nervous, but that could have been because he was just as nervous as he was. He smiled a huge smile at her. It felt so good to see her again.

"Well I just wanted to congratulate you on the nice shot! I've fought with Lt. Castor before in an SG-12 vs. SG-14 sparring match in the gym and he's hard to beat."

"Well he wasn't exactly ready for it. And I wasn't exactly trying to break his nose." Completely lost in the moment, Sharp forgot all about the mission, forgot about the future, forgot about the pain and loss. It was just the two of them now.

"Oh yeah, right," another voice muttered. Well, maybe not just the two of them, he thought, seeing Dr. Star next to Riley.

"Still, Ma'am, it was pretty cool," he finally replied.

"Well thank you, Lieutanent," she said and then frowned. "What is your name anyway?"

It suddenly dawned on Sharp again that he'd never introduced himself, "Oh I'm sorry! Lieutanent Glenn Sharp, SG-12," he said taking her hand. It was all he could do to keep from trying to kiss her.

"I'm Captain Ri..." she started.

"Riley Fox, SG-1," he finished for her, without even thinking. "And you're Dr. Chrislyn Star, right?" Chrislyn nodded acknowledgment. "It's nice to meet you," he said shaking her hand. Sharp thought back to how much Chrislyn disliked him when they first met. He held back a smile to give anything away.

"You know we're not on SG-1 yet," Riley corrected. "We're only training with them."

"Yes, Ma'am, everyone knows that," Sharp tried to cover.

"O..k. Well then can I ask a question?"

Sharp could tell Riley was a little perplexed about something and thinking back, he was beginning to remember things differently then when they had first happened. He still wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but this was far too real to be a dream. Perhaps it was time to wrap things up before he did too much damage. "Yes, of course, Ma'am."

"How is it that everyone knows who we are?" she asked with a frown.

Sharp chuckled at hearing that. He wanted to tell her the truth so badly, but knew he had to cover, "Here at the SGC, news carries very fast through our little grapevine. Especially when it has to do with SG-1."

"Why's that?" she pressed.

"Well, other than the fact that the SGC is a kind of tight-knit community, SG-1 is the most popular team and everyone knows everything about them. I mean they are the general's flagship team," he continued, hoping that would be enough to satisfy her curiosity.

"Oh I see," she nodded in understanding.

'Now get out of here before you mess things up worse, Glenn,' he thought to himself. "Well if you'll excuse me I have some paperwork to do. It was nice meeting you."

Riley smiled back to him, "It was nice meeting you too."

Sharp looked into her eyes, unable to resist, "Maybe we could get together for lunch sometime."

She nodded and smiled again, "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Oh good grief," Chrislyn muttered, rolling her eyes.

Both Glenn and Riley looked over at her, before Sharp cleared his throat, "Well I better go. I'll see you later." He almost got to the door when his sense of humor got the best of him again. "Oh, and if either of you need anything, just let me know, ok?" he said, looking right at Riley the whole time.

"Yes, thank you, lieutanent," Riley replied, still smiling.

"Welcome to the SGC," he said walking out. A large grin filled his face as he walked aimlessly. He still wasn't thinking about what was really going on, until he felt himself being ripped back.

****Planet Argos, (September 28, 2026)****

"How's he doing, Dr. Carter?" Stewart asked.

"Well despite that fact that I'm not that type of doctor, I can tell he's not doing good," she replied. "He woke up for a little while mumbling something about Riley, but then he blacked out again. Any luck getting word to the Foxstar?"

"Not so far. The interference from the solar flare is still too great. Unless we can find a way to cut through it, I'd guess the earliest we could get a message out would be tomorrow."

"I don't know if Glenn's got that long," Sam worried. "Stay with him and I'll give it a shot."

"Dr. Carter... you do know that if we send this message, we're gonna draw every destroyer in range."

"I know, but if we don't, Glenn doesn't stand a chance."

"Alright, Dr. Carter. I hope you have more luck than me." Sam nodded and exited the make shift shelter leaving Stewart with the seemingly unconscious Sharp.

"What the hell is going on with you, Captain?"

****SGC Embarkation Room, (September 21, 2002)****

"So is it a deal?"

"What?" Sharp asked, disoriented.

"Glenn!" Chrislyn exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. Explain it to me again?"

Chrislyn rolled her eyes, "Do you promise to talk to Riley if I can find her and bring her back to the party?"

Sharp looked around again. He now remembered where he was. This was the SGC social he had attended only a week before the mission to P..... He had just told Chrislyn he was leaving the SGC because of a very embarrassing incident involving Riley the night before. The way things actually unfolded, however, is that instead Chrislyn forced them to see one another which resulted in them admitting their feelings and their very first kiss. He snapped back out of it and turned to Chrislyn, "Yeah, it's a deal, Chris." He was still quite a bit disoriented and didn't catch what she said right before she left. It was odd. This was the sixth 'jump' he had made since they started and although he wasn't any closer to figuring out what was happening, but usually the dizziness and disorientation was gone by now. Moments later, the pain consumed him again and the room faded to black.

****Foxstar, Outer Rim of the Argos Sector, (October 5, 2026)****

"We'll be there in just under three hours, Sam, so be prepared, cause we've got company right behind us."

*Understood.* Sam's voice was heard over the comm. *Any ideas how you're gonna pick us up without landing?*

"How long has it been since you've flown, Sam?" Robin cracked a crooked smile.

*You can't be serious, Mac,* Sam replied.

"Afraid so, Sam," Robin confirmed. "We've got two gliders sent ahead on autopilot to pick you up, but since we can't stop when we retrieve you, two of you will have to fly them in manually."

*That might be a problem. I don't know if either of the others have flown one before*

"Do your best to bring them up to speed, Sam. It's the only chance we got."

"Understood, Carter out."

Robin shut off the comm and crossed her fingers. This was not gonna be easy.

****Argos Orbit, (June 7, 2007)****

*Alpha-1! You're too close! Get out of there* the voice crackled over the intercomm. Sharp's eyes darted around the cockpit that he was suddenly inside. He jerked his head around to suddenly see a streak of light fly by his cockpit. Where ever he was it was not a good place to be. *Major! Have you got it yet?! You need to get out of there! You're too close!* Sharp looked down at the controls. He recognized the layout as standard Air Force and realized finally he was in the cockpit of a human glider. He finally grabbed the control and his flight training took over. He maneuvered the craft back and forth, up and down, avoiding the shots being fired from whatever was firing on him.

Several other smaller ships flew by him, trying to draw some of the fire. Then Sharp positioned the craft to get a good look at what had been targeting him. It was a full blown Maldorian destroyer. 'What the hell was going on?!' he thought to himself. And the hell was he that close to a damn destroyer! And WHERE THE HELL WAS HE?!

*Major! Did you get the skematics, Sir?!*

Skematics? Sharp looked down over his console to see if he could figure out what the hell was happening. When he looked to the right, he found the panel that had the information he needed. The glider had downloaded the entire ship skematic for the destroyer. With this information, weapons could be developed to counter the destroyer's shields and other defenses. He turned on the comm system. "I have the skematics." He almost asked, now what, but with everything going on around him, he didn't want to alert anyone to the fact that he had no clue where he was. Then out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed another ship... and he recognized the ship number on the side. He'd seen it before shortly after he first arrived. It was the O' Neill. But how could that be? The O'Neill wasn't even built when he left and it had been destro... And that's when it hit him. Somehow he had been thrown forward to the battle of Argos... the very first battle in the Maldorian War. But how was that possible?! Every other time he jumped in time, it was into himself. He had to admit, that although he couldn't make sense out of any of this, this was definitely the most confusing thing that had happened. Was he stuck jumping from time to time at random? He thought back to one of favorite shows and suddenly felt like he knew how Dr. Sam Beckett felt in Quantum Leap.

The surprises kept on coming, however. Sharp looked to his left and noticed a familar face in a picture. There was only one person who would have a picture of Riley in his cockpit. However impossible, Sharp realized he was in Zach's glider... probably just moments before he would be killed in this battle. Well this was definitely one way to figure out what happened to Robin's father.

*Major! You need to get those skematic to the ground station as fast at you can! We need to make sure they get back to the SGC!*

This must have been what happened. Zach took the skematics to the ground station, but they must have been destroyed before they got a chance to transmit them. If that were true, all of the events of the next few years could be avoided if he could just get them back to the SGC. It was a risk, he knew. This would cause major changes in the timeline, but he couldn't see any of them being worse than the one he was changing. He took the controls and began to implement his plan.

****Foxstar, near the planet of Argos, (October 5, 2026)****

"We've successfully retreived the first glider, Ma'am."

"What about the second one?" Robin asked. That was the one that Glenn and Sam were flying in and they had little time left.

"We should have them in less than a minute, Ma'am."

Less than a minute may not be quick enough. Although they hadn't stopped, they did have to slow down significantly to proform this maneuver and the destroyers were gaining on them quickly. "Sam, we need to do this now. We're out of time."

*Alright, here goes nothing* Sam accelerated into the landing bay and then quickly shut down the engines to keep them from flying into the wall. The landing bay doors closed and Sam desperatly tried to land the glider in one piece before they were splattered all over the doors. The glider clipped two other stationary ones, but Sam retained enough control to be them down, just a few feet away from the doors.

*You guys still in one piece, Sam?* Robin asked over her comm.

"We're still here, Mac. I need to get Glenn to the infirmary fast. I think we're losing him!"

****Near Planet Argos, (June 7, 2007)****

So far, everything had gone as planned. He hated to lead the others to think they had been abandoned, but this mission was critical. He'd shut off his comm, and used the ship's navagational computers to point him in the right direction. He didn't know if he had enough power to get where he was going, but it was another risk he'd have to take.

Sharp was just about to make a minor course correction when his eye grew wide and his heart sank. He couldn't believe it. He'd only been trying to do the right thing. To make things right. But he realized all he had done... everything that he had done, was all a part of what had already happened. He had a part to play and he was playing it. Maybe this was where his role ended. He watched as the destroyer that had been waiting for him, targeted his glider and opened fire.

****Foxstar Bridge, (October 5, 2026)***

"They're powering weapons. One of the destroyers is in position to target our reactor core!"

The entire bridge crew sat in stunned silence waiting for the end to come. Five had been bad enough, but eleven was impossible. Suddenly, however, as if their collective prayers had been answered, their comms came alive with wide range broadcast, "This is the TFC Abydos. You are illegally engaged in action against one of our destroyers. You will cease this action or we will open fire!" The bridge erupted in cheers all at once.

Apparently unafraid of the Foxstar's new help, the destroyers continued to advance. Robin knew they weren't out of the woods yet.

****To Be Continued in 'Sharp Pains'****