Author's Note: My, such large reviews. I love it! Bit more reading but I do love to see them.

In response to a review that will remain anonymous, yes nine periods. I know other places do it differently but up here in New York we have (at least in my area) nine forty minute periods with four minutes in between. I don't know if that's how it works in Colorado but… whatever.

And, in response to another review, I am going to have a few more dreams that will explain more in the past. Hopefully you can understand them.

Please enjoy and R/R.

Summary: What started out as a regular day may turn to disaster. How does a simple Lieutenant threaten to start it all?

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Chapter Six:

Jones

**Colorado Springs Middle School, Lunch Room**

"May I sit with you?" Jesse asked, holding his tray in front of him as he looked down at the two occupants of the table.

Alyssa looked up at the cute young man who had found his way to her table. She had already told her friend, Danielle, all about him and his asking her out. It was true, she was flattered by it, but she was already dating Shayn.

Danielle looked over at her friend with a questioning look. Alyssa, for her part, was not looking at her but Jesse. "What's your name again?" She had asked.

"Jesse… Jesse O'Neill."

"Alyssa Magee. This is Danielle Montgomery," Alyssa told him.

"Yes, I know. I remember. Earth Science, right?" Jesse asked, knowing that she was in his class but playing like he had truly only been there twice.

"Yea," Danielle said without giving him much thought and going back to her food.

"So, can I sit with you or do I have to find an empty table again?"

Alyssa looked up at the boy. He did not give up. "I have a boyfriend, remember?"

"Yes, but I didn't say anything about dating this time. I just want a place to sit and someone to talk to. A friend would be nice too but it's not mandatory. And, besides, I don't see him around."

Alyssa smiled at his corny joke and nodded her head, gesturing to the seat next to her. "He's sitting with some of his other friends today."

"Thank-you." Taking his seat next to Alyssa, he picked up his school taco and took his first bit. Swallowing, he cringed at the awful edge all school food had.

"School food isn't exactly the best, huh?" Jesse looked at Alyssa, the one who had voice the question. He looked at her for a moment, his brows creased. "I heard that you were home-schooled."

"Oh, right. I didn't know anyone… else knew." Taking a breath, Jesse looked away from her eyes and looked over at Danielle, who was now looking at him with intensely scrutinizing eyes. "Yea, you're right. This food sucks," Jesse stated as he moved his eyes away from Alyssa's friend.

"That's why I bag my lunches," Alyssa stated. Jesse nodded as if logging it into his memory for future reference.

Glancing over at Danielle, who was looking back at their Earth Science homework, Jesse found there were few differences. They both had shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes (similar to Alyssa's), and a paler complexion. But her behavior towards him was much different. It was obvious that she didn't like or, at least, trust him while his Danielle seemed to enjoy is presence.

And then it hit him. She was dead too. Everyone was dead. Mrs. Johnson that he was currently being taught by, the kid who had "showed" him around the school, the annoying boy in the hall who existed in both realities. Everyone.

Alyssa, who had caught Jesse starring, snapped her fingers in front of his face. Blinking, Jesse pushed back the frog in his throat and the tears he knew were slowly forming in his eyes. "Are you ok?"

"Yea," Jesse said, his voice cracking a bit and changing from its normal low to a higher pitch. Coughing, Jesse repeated, his voice normal, "Yea, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what?" Danielle asked, deciding to pipe in and give Jesse a shot.

"Nothing really. Just… you know, my friends from… where I used to live. You know." Jesse looked away from their suspicious eyes.

"Yea, I guess moving from another state and into a school would be hard," Danielle said, her voice covered with disbelief.

Alyssa gave her a stern looked and turned her attention back toward Jesse. Within the few minutes she had really given him a chance, she knew she liked him. He was a nice boy with, what she could see, was a strange and, perhaps, complicated life.

She gave him a sympathetic smile and asked, "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Yea," Jesse said without looking up. "Just dandy."

**P3X-9294**

There was only supposed to be wild and plant life on the newest planet Jones had found himself on. Not Jaffa and definably not Gou'ald. They had detected signs of other life, notably Jaffa, and had gone looking for them.

Jones's team split up. He and his partner, Captain Miller, had gone looking through the right half of the forest while the other two on his team, Colonel Harris and Dr. Michaels, went in the opposite direction.

That hadn't been a good idea. Miller quickly found the Jaffa… and his death. They had killed him on the spot with their staff weapons but took Jones prisoner for reasons beyond his comprehension.

The two Jaffa easily took him with their two staff weapons and disarmed him; taking away his M-16, vest, and watch. He didn't understand it, but they always took the watch according to all of his friends. Immediately after he had been disarmed, they brought him aboard their ship. That's when he met his first Gou'ald.

Jones had only heard storied in his short time working at the SGC. In his three months of going off world, he had always had the fortune of never meeting up with the Gou'ald much less being taken prisoner. But now he was.

With his knees planted firmly on the ground and two Jaffa standing over him with their staff weapons at the ready, he was not about to get up. Looking up with his bruised right eye, he saw the egotistical man perched on top of his "throne". His outfit was long and flashy, fit for the stories he had heard of the man's species.

With an air of self-importance, he stood and sauntered down the few stairs his throne was rested on to make others look up at him. With a malevolent grin, his eyes glowed in a manner, seemingly to make him fear the already daunting man.

In his right hand was an object quiet important to Jones. An object he needed or escape was futile. His GDO. Without that, he couldn't get home… and the Gou'ald couldn't get in. They wanted the codes or to know how to work it or something so they could get through the Stargate. But they wouldn't get that from Jones. He wouldn't let them as long as he could.

Walking right up to Jones and kneeling down to his level, the Gou'ald brought the object up to his face and waved it, menacingly, in front of the tired man. "How do you work this device to open the barrier on your Stargate?"

Just as every story he had ever heard, the man's voice was almost computer-like. It was a man's voice somewhere underneath all of the static like sounds corrupting it and causing it to sound alien. Jones flinched inwardly, the sound much worse to hear than it ever was in the stories.

With a frustrated sigh at Jones's silence, the alien hollered at him, "I will give you one last chance, how do you work this machine!?" But Jones did not look at the yellow glow of his eyes nor the angry look he possessed. He merely starred forward, praying for his life to end quickly- a death he was less then ready for but prepared to do if it saved his world.

The impatient Gou'ald let out a growl of frustration and yelled, "You will pay for your impudence, Tau'ri!" The Gou'ald turned his back on the internally frightened Human, his mind thinking of a way to make him talk.

"Shall I get rid of him, My Lord?" Asked the Gou'ald's First Prime.

The Gou'ald stayed quiet for a moment, neither confirming nor denying the request. Then, with a sudden twist, he was again facing the Human, his eyes glowing with anger. "No, I have a better idea. One that he can't resist talking to me."

**Colorado Springs Middle School**

"Hey! You're Jesse O'Neill, right?" A boy, Jesse had learned was Shayn, asked as he jogged up to his side. "Shayn Lyons," the boy introduced himself, putting his hand out for Jesse to take.

Jesse took it, only out of courtesy, and replied, "I know. I've heard from… people."

"Yea, well… I saw you talking to Alyssa yesterday."

"So? We're, ah, in some classes together. I was asking about… a homework assignment," Jesse made-up, hoping Alyssa hadn't told him about their earlier encounter.

"Yea, whatever. I just wanted to say… she's my girl. Ok?" Jesse looked at the pitifully jealous and possessive face he had.

Hearing the gym teacher's whistle, he turned and saw the basketball in his hands. Jesse smiled and looked back at Shayn with an unbridled expression. "Whatever." Jesse walked away and headed for where the teacher was.

"Today," he began, his voice echoing throughout the gymnasium. "We will be playing basketball. On the right side is one-on-one. Two-on-two is the left side. And knock out is in the middle."

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Shayn heading for the middle court with his friends. Jogging over to him, Jesse held out a hand and said, "Care to try your luck against me?"

Shayn grinned and looked over at his friends, who were also smiling. "I guess."

Standing facing the basket, Jesse began dribbling the worn ball. He watched Shayn through annoyed eyes. Jesse readied himself to start moving when Shayn's smile grew.

"I should warn you, I am Captain of the basketball team."

Jesse's own smile appeared when he retorted, "Not a problem." At that moment, he faked left and ran straight down the court. With an elbow in Shayn's ribs, Jesse took a shot at the hoop and made the ball fall in.

Grabbing the ball as it fell out of the net, Jesse tossed it at Shayn and said, "Your ball."

By then, Shayn was glaring angrily at him with more ferocity than Jesse thought possible. Shayn dribble the ball back to the foul line, serving as the half line- eyeing Jesse with suspicion.

"First to ten," he said before making his way to the basket. Trying at his own hook shot, Jesse hit the ball out of the air and ran with it back to the foul line.

**P3X-9294**

Colonel Harris and Dr. Michaels had been looking everywhere for their two companions after finding nothing of the Jaffa. Heading in the area they thought the two to have scouting, they found the dead body of Captain Miller discarded in the leafy, muddy ground. But Jones was nowhere in sight.

Continuing their search for the new Lieutenant, they finally heard a groan twenty meters ahead of them. Running up to find the source, the pair found the young man laying face first in the soil.

"Lieutenant!" Colonel Harris shouted as he slid down to the ground and at the man's side. "Lieutenant! Can you hear me?"

Another groan escaped his lips and he turned his head to open his eyes. "Colonel?"

"Yes, Jones, it's me. What happened?" The Colonel asked as he helped the man to turn over and sit up.

"Um, me and… me and Miller were, uh, looking. We split up a bit to cover more ground. I heard a staff blast and ran back to see what had happened. All of a sudden I was hit was a zat… gun. What… what happened to Miller?"

"He's dead kid," the Colonel informed the man, his voice somber. Jones's head dropped so his chin hit his chest. "I'm sorry."

"Yea."

"We should get back before they do," Dr. Michaels said, her handgun out as kept an eye on the surrounding area.

"Right. You think you can walk?"

"Yea." Harris stood and extended his hand to help the Lieutenant up. With shaky legs, he walked with them toward the Stargate, a hidden smile covering his face.

**SGC, Infirmary**

Jesse was starting to feel like he had a serious medical problem. It seemed that almost every day he was in the SGC's infirmary. And, every time, he gave blood to the doctor for farther tests. He didn't know what they expected to find but they seemed to think something was special about it.

At that moment, Jesse was waiting for Dr. Fraser and his parents to return from the lab with his latest in test results. It seemed that they had expected something… more from him but he didn't know what. But, maybe, they were just trying to find more conclusive evidence about what happened to him to make him get a Gou'ald inside him.

Jesse looked over to his left, hearing sounds of the cabinet rattling. Standing in front of an opened drawer was an average sized thirty-year-old. His longer brown hair seemed to get in his eyes as he tried to find what he was looking for. Watching, Jesse saw his hand move inside the compartment and remove something before placing it into his pocket.

Finally realizing that he was under the curious eye of someone, the man turned to find Jesse sitting on his bed, watching his movements with a confused interest. Jesse gave a slight smile when he identified him as the man who allowed his mother to catch up to him: Lieutenant Jones.

The Lieutenant gave a malevolent grin, his eyes equally as evil. Jesse's first instinct was to shy away from the man and find Dr. Fraser. Nervously, his spun his head to look over his shoulder, hoping Janet would return and send the man away.

When he looked back, Jones's face had calmed and became more "soldier-like". His eyes no longer held the same glint that had scared Jesse so much. Hoping his imagination was getting the better of itself, Jesse scolded himself and tried to shake the feeling something was seriously wrong. But the growing sickening feeling in his stomach was telling him otherwise.

Jones slowly approached the young child, his stance less frightening and commanding. "Hi, kid. Still hanging around here?" Jesse just shrugged; refusing to met the man's eyes. "Ah, come on. You can't be that mad at me for gettin' ya caught." Jesse listened closely to the man and noticed a small southern cadence to his voice, something he hadn't heard before.

Jesse shrugged again, finally looking up at the man. "What are you doing here?"

Jones smiled at the fact Jesse was finally speaking to him. "Oh, I just finished my post-mission exam."

"You have to have one of those after every mission?" Jesse asked, finally on a topic he truly wanted to hear rather than everything else going on around him.

"Yea, otherwise… you may bring back a virus or disease and… release it into the public," Jones told him, seeming to have a hard time explaining a simple thing such as that.

"Oh. You know, no ones ever really explained the whole concept of the… Stargate. What is it?" Jesse asked having been wanting to know for some time.

"The Ch-Stargate, well, it creates a… wormhole that can send someone from one Stargate to another," Jones told him. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Would you like to go see it?"

"I… I don't think I'm supposed to. Besides, Dr. Fraser's is going to be back with my lab test any minute," Jesse told him, making up whatever excuse to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that he didn't take chances or like to goof around in class it was just… that was school and this… well this wasn't.

"Ah come one. You're with me, right? I can easily get in. You can have a peak at it. They won't mind," Jones assured him.

Jesse looked back at the curtains Janet had disappeared through only seconds before. She had said that she would be at least fifteen minutes, he reasoned with himself. He could get a quick look and then get back before she finished.

"Alright," Jesse said, his voice not nearly as excited as he thought it would be.

"Come on then," Jones beckoned him, helping him off the bed.

**SGC, 'gate Room**

Jesse watched as Jones slid his card through the slot. With that simple movement, the large doors opened, permitting access to the room for the two men. Jesse's first look inside was enough to purge any feeling of fear of being caught somewhere he knew he shouldn't have been.

Jones gestured for him to follow him inside the room standing over three floors high. The room was dull grey and browns mixed with the occasional green or black and lit poorly; just like all the other rooms. But, this one, was different somehow. Jesse guessed it was because of the large circular object in the middle of the room.

It looked like a large stone hollowed in the middle. Symbols- appearing to be hieroglyphics- were carved onto the inner ring of the artifact. He couldn't tell, but he counted about thirty or so symbols. Continuing to stare at it, the feeling he only sensed while near Sam, Teal'c, and, now, Jones, grew in the pit of his stomach.

Jesse's eyes hadn't moved from the beautiful object. Which was why his eyes caught the inner circle- the one carved with the symbols- move and spin. It stopped and turned the other way only to stop and move the other way as if spin in a combination. The machine did so seven times before Jesse was amazed more than he though possible. A large, blue wave seemed to emanate from the empty middle before spilling back into the circle, leaving what seemed like the surface of water.

Jesse was so engulfed in watching the Stargate, he never noticed the ten or so MP's draw their guns and wait expectantly for the iris to shield the water and whom ever it was to walk through. Nor had he noticed Jones leaving him just before the wormhole had been activated.

Spinning on his heels, Jesse finally saw that Jones was not there. Looking up through the glass windows of the control room, he saw three people slumped over their computers. His eyes widened, unsure if they were dead or merely unconscious. Not to mention who had done it. What had done it.

At that second, Jesse felt an arm wrap around his stomach and pull him up close to another body. Feeling the pressure on his neck, he knew whoever it was, was pointing a gun directly at his artery.

His heart beating fast and his breathing no longer controllable, his ears heard a computer-like voice shout, "Flinch and he dies." The voice sounded like Jones, but it was obviously not. The guards had turned their attention to the pair, but scarcely breathed for fear the man would do as he had said.

Feeling his captor beginning to move, Jesse was forced to walk backward toward the Stargate. Just a moment before his feet were being forced up steps, Jesse heard a clatter and knew he was about to walk down the ramp leading directly into the Stargate's mouth.

Cringing, Jesse knew many- including his parents- had traveled through the device, but it scared him anyway. The intimating height and stance of the object was enough to frighten him alone but it was more what it did. Jesse was a smart kid and, from both his mother and father, had been taught some basic physics which included knowledge of wormholes. He knew that it would scatter his molecules and put them back together within a few milliseconds. And that was a strange thought.

Suddenly, Jesse felt the second strangest feeling in a week and knew he had entered the wormhole.

**SCG, Control Room**

The klaxons blared through the halls of the SCG as Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill ran for the control room, curious as to what was happening. Once there, they found at least fifteen techs either unconscious or just awakening. From what, they would probably never know.

"Sergeant?!" O'Neill yelled out to the poor man who had been through so much in his many years working at the mountain and was now struggling to wake himself.

"Colonel?"

"What happened?" Carter asked as she ran to the computer, trying to find out what had been going on in her absence.

"I'm… I'm not sure. Someone can in here and… injected us. I don't remember after that. I'm sorry," the man apologized as he straightened his glasses and headset.

"It's ok," Jack mumbled as the General walked down from his office, just as interested in what happened.

"Sergeant?" Was all he got out before the Stargate started to shake and dial itself.

"Incoming wormhole," the tech announced as the whoosh of the wormhole was seen by the room. "Tok'ra IDC."

"Open the iris," the General announced. Almost the moment it did, a man wearing Tok'ra clothing stepped through. He looked up through the glass windows, letting the people see who he was: Jacob Carter. Immediately, they were down the stairs and she was embracing her father.

"We have a problem," Jacob told them without preamble once he had let go of his daughter. "A Gou'ald by the name of Horus."

"Sir," one of the MP's yelled, gaining the attention of the four superior officers in front of him.

"What is it, Lieutenant?" General Hammond asked, not too pleased by having his conversation interrupted.

"The boy, he was taken through the Stargate by Lieutenant Jones at gun point. The Lieutenant threatened to kill him if we interfered." Before he was interrupted, he said, "But that's not all, sirs… his voice…" The Lieutenant shook his head and finished, "He was Gou'ald."

Both Jack and Sam looked at each other, fearful for their newfound son. It was bad enough that they had put him at risk by bringing him to the facility but now this. He had even told them about his real father's warnings to never have him be known by the Gou'ald.

"What boy?" Jacob asked.

"Long story, dad. We'll tell you later. Do you think that this Gou'ald could have been Horus?" Sam asked her father, wondering what was going on around her.

"That's what I was going to tell you. This Gou'ald captured one of your officers and took him as his new host. Our person on the inside said they saw it happen. They assumed it to be a way to get inside the SGC," Jacob told them, his expression grave.

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Oh, this could be bad. Yes, just maybe. Now what will SG-1 do? R/R and tell me how you think of everything so far… please?