The Kids Aren't Alright

Summary: This is a crossover between Stargate SG 1, and Roswell. I felt that it was about time someone wrote one of these, so here it is. SG 1 investigates a crash in Roswell, which they suspect is a Goa'uld space craft, and meets up with the pod squad.

Disclaimer: I own nothing; the new character at the SGC is on loan from a movie. See if you can guess which one, before I reveal his full name. It should be really easy.

Points: This story is the first in a long line of Stargate crossovers, comprising of 13 stories so far. Once I've finished these, I may write some more, but I'll need ideas for source material. If you have any ideas, send them to me in a review.

The titles of each of the stories in this series are all connected. The first person to find the connection will get a special mention in the story. Just send a review with the answer, and your name in the Name box, and I'll stick you in somewhere.

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Chapter 1

SGC Command, Cheyenne Mountain

Colonel O'Neill walked into the conference room of the SGC, and sat at his place near the head of the table. He looked to his right, and saw Major Carter watching him in amazement.

"Problem, Major?" he asked.

"Not really sir," she replied," it's just... I don't think I've ever seen you turn up for our morning briefing this early before, sir."

At that point, Daniel walked into the room, and stopped dead just inside the doorway.

"Jack, your...early." he said.

"So Carter tells me."

As Daniel was sitting down, Teal'c walked through the door.

"Colonel O'Neill, it is most unusual for you to arrive before me."

O'Neill looked around at his team, exasperated.

"Fercryinoutloud, why are you all so interested in my time keeping. I couldn't sleep, so I came in early, that's all, end of story."

Sam looked at him, amused, and said," So the fact that we're supposedly getting a new team member today had nothing to do with it then, sir?"

"Well... maybe a little."

Carter gave him a knowing grin, which was echoed by Daniel. Teal'c simply raised an eyebrow. O'Neill knew that they were all as nervous about the new person as he was. Just then, General Hammond walked into the room, accompanied by a man wearing the standard green jumpsuit, with the SGC patches on the arms. Hammond gave SG 1 the once over.

"Be seated." he said as he sat down himself.

"Thank you, sir," said O'Neill, leaning back in his already occupied chair,"that's very kind of you, sir."

As usual, the General chose to ignore O'Neill's comment, and got straight down to business.

"Colonel O'Neill, this is Lieutenant Conner. I'm assigning him to your unit. I want you to teach him the ropes. Pay special attention to the... unique hazards that SG units encounter in the... field."

O'Neill looked from Hammond to Conner, and then addressed the General. "I assume, sir, that you're talkin' about the snakes?"

"You assume correctly, Colonel, I was referring to the 'snakes' as you call them."

Conner looked from Hammond to O'Neill, confused, "Snakes, sir?" he asked.

O'Neill glanced at Conner, sizing him up, "Long story, ill tell you later. Better yet, I'll get Teal'c to explain it to you." At the other end of the table, Teal'c raised an eyebrow.

Hammond watched them interacting with a slight smile on his face. "As enlightening as these discussions usually are, Colonel, we don't have the time right now. Your next mission is time sensitive, and I haven't even briefed you yet."

"So, brief away, general," replied O'Neill," we're all ears. Except Teal'c, he's all eyebrows." O'Neill grinned down the table at Teal'c, who raised his eyebrow, causing everyone but the general and Conner to smile.

"If we could get back to the briefing, Colonel?"

"Sorry, sir." said O'Neil, looking anything but sorry.

"Very well, let's carry on." As Hammond was speaking, a sergeant acting as an aid was handing out copies of a photo. "I assume that you recognise this, Colonel?" said Hammond.

"Yes sir," said O'Neill "That would be a Gould Death Glider. But where'd the photo come from, sir? I mean, whenever we've run into these things before, we don't exactly have time to take a photo, we're usually to busy running for cover. So which team took this photo, sir?"

Hammond looked at SG 1 and sighed.

"You're not going to like this, Colonel, none of you are."

"O.K...that sounds bad." said O'Neill.

"It is, Colonel, it is. This picture was taken by the automatic cameras at a decommissioned military base in New Mexico, at 11:45 last night, just 15 minutes before it crashed in the desert."

"What, your saying there's a Jaffa running around New Mexico?"

"If I could continue, Colonel?"

"Yessir, of corse you can sir." Hammond glared at O'Neill for several seconds, before returning to the briefing.

"After the crash, a team was sent out from the nearby Rogers air force base to secure the area. When they got there, they reported seeing a man carrying a staff, crouched in the bushes nearby. One of the soldiers tried to approach him, but he ran off."

"Wait a minute," said Daniel," Isn't Rogers airforce base were they had that big explosion last year?"

"Yes it is, Dr. Jackson," said Hammond," they've been conducting repairs for the last month, and now have the base almost back to normal. Now, as I was saying, the soldier who approached the pilot of the craft put a great many details in her report. One of those details caused certain Pentagon officials to send a copy of the reports to me. The soldier, one Lieutenant Jennifer Hayley, who you may remember, Major, stated in her report, that the man had, and I quote,' strange, glowing eyes, of a yellow colour'."

"A Gould?!" said O'Neill,"your saying that one of those snakes is loose on this planet?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying Colonel, and SG 1 is going to hunt him down and capture him for study."

The members of SG 1 looked at each other, and then O'Neill spoke up.

"So...that's it? We've just got to track down a Gould, who's running round New Mexico somewhere, which, by the way, is one hellofabig desert, capture it, and then get it back here for study? Wow, should be a piece of cake." said O'Neill, sarcasticly.

"Actually, there's a bit more to it then that, Colonel."

"Oh, great, more!"

"The Gould spacecraft, or what was left of it, was transported to Rogers for study. Colonel, I need you to get that ship sent to Area 51, so that our people can study it. You shouldn't have too many problems with that. The man in charge of the investigation is one Major Carlson. Apparently, Carlson is a stickler for the rules and the chain of command, so a direct order from you, Colonel, should be enough to get the job done. Now, because you are going to be out in public, Teal'c, you will have to leave your staff weapon behind. However, I am authorising each team member to carry a Zat, but it must remain concealed at all times, unless absolutely necessary. In addition, you will each carry your standard issue sidearm, and an MP5. You head out in one hour, people, dismissed."

As every one started to file out of the briefing room, General Hammond spoke again.

"Colonel, I'd like to speak to you in my office."

"Yes sir." said O'Neill, as he followed the General into the small office at the back of the briefing room. When the door shut, O'Neill was the first to speak.

"Uh, sir, won't that much firepower frighten the locals?"

"That's the beauty of it Colonel, Major Carlson has already ordered a full-scale lockdown in all towns near the crash site. The only thing people will wonder about is why your carrying MP5's instead of M16's."

"O.K., as long as that's been covered, sir."

"Now, to the reason I called you in here. Jack, I need you to do something for me, and I'd rather not have Conner know about it."

"Of corse, sir, you can count on me."

"Glad to hear it Jack. Now, this is a personal favour, so I don't want a report on it, is that clear, Colonel?"

"As crystal sir."

"Good. Now, if you remember, Colonel, shortly after I joined the Stargate program, my wife, Margaret, died of cancer."

"Yes sir, I remember."

"Margaret had a sister, named Nancy. Back in 83, Nancy married a man by the name of Jeffery Parker. About a year later, they had a little girl, who they named Elizabeth. About 3 years ago now, Liz started 'hanging around' with a group of 5 other kids, who she had never spoken to before. Shortly afterwards, the F.B.I. started to investigate the group."

"The F.B.I. was investigating a bunch of teenagers? What'd they do, rob a bank or something?"

"There doesn't seem to be any reason, and there also doesn't appear to be a case file for the group. Any way, a couple of months ago, the airforce started to investigate them as well. The team doing the investigating was based at Rogers airforce base."

"Let me guess, under the command of a certain Major Carlson, right?"

"Right. But there's more."

"Oh?"

"Approximately 2 weeks later, the entire group, including my niece, Liz, simply disappeared. No one seems to know where they are, not even their parents."

"And, this has what to do with our mission, exactly?"

"The group used to live in Roswell, which is the closest town to Rogers. Jack, I want you to find my niece."

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