Suddenly, Methos wasn't where he had been. He was physically in the same place, even the same position. But he wasn't where he had been.

Klaxons blared, men shouted, guns went up and were cocked, aimed and ready to fire. And the thing that was only a prop, admittedly a large prop, sprang to life.

That was one of the first clues that Methos had that Things Were Different Here. The second clue was when four people that he'd gotten to know over the last few weeks, nice people, all of them, walked calmly throughout what could only be the Stargate. Then the nice people that he'd come to know over the last few weeks pointed their guns at him. And was that a... staff weapon? Yep.

"General? New friend?" asked the man in the lead.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Just as you dialed in, a bolt of lightning shot out of the Stargate, and when it hit, there he was."

Methos turned at the sound of the new voice. The man that Methos had known as Don Davis stared back at him from behind several marines. When he turned, it brought his sword into view, since his automatic movement on appearing had been to hide it. This caused.... Colonel O'Neill to raise his weapon just a bit more.

"Aht! Drop it! Slowly."

Hands out at his sides, he slowly knelt down and placed his sword on the ramp, and slid it towards O'Neill. "Take good care of that, I'd like it back eventually."

Jack motioned for Daniel to pick it up, which he did, glancing at it curiously. His eyes widened when he realised what he was holding.

"Jack, do you know what this is? Its a 14th century-"

"Yeah, Daniel, some other time, ok?"

"Actually, its 13th century." As Jack opened his mouth, Methos held up a hand. "Yes, I know. Answers now, history lesson later. Gotcha. As soon as I know what the hell is going on, I'll make sure you're the first to know, ok? Now, I'm guessing that those nice fellows over there with the guns are going to swarm me, and take me to the...brig, right?"

At Jack's confused nod, he smiled.

"Right. So, then, I'll just go over there then."

And he slowly made his way down the ramp, hands still held out, trying to look un-threatening as possible.

"Wait a minute. I know you. You're Dr. Adam Pierson, aren't you?" That was Daniel.

Methos stopped, and looked back at him. Muttering under his breath, he said, "I really hope that cascading thing doesn't work in this instance."

He raised his voice, and an eyebrow. "Well, in this re-incarnation I am. Dr. Jackson, I presume?"

At Daniel's hesitant nod, he smirked, and shrugged mentally.

What the hell. May as well have some fun, right?

Nodding to each person, he continued, "Dr. Major Samantha Carter, Colonel Jack O'Neill, two ells, Master Teal'c, General Hammond." Noting the stunned looks on everyone's faces, he shrugged, and said "I could continue, but I fear I'm late for my tour of the brig, so if you all will excuse me, I'll just be going now."

And with that, he turned himself over to the marines, who hustled him out of the room, and down the corridor.

Once out of the room, Jack whirled on Daniel. "You know this guy?"

"Well, no. Obviously its not him. It can't be the same man..." he trailed off.

"Daniel. Focus. Why can't it be him?"

"Well, because...He's dead. I was at his funeral. He was my room mate in collage."

Jack looked from Daniel to the door that the man had walked through, then back to Daniel. "So, if he's dead, who's this? And how, how does he know so much?"

Jack's gesture included SG1, the General, the base, and the Stargate.

Sam looked up, confusion on her face.

"He said- he said he didn't know what was going on either. What if he's from a -- another dimension? An alternate world? It might explain how he knows so much about us. But how did he get here? The only quantum mirror that we have is in Area 51."

If possible, Sam looked even more confused.

The General nodded. "Get yourselves checked out by Dr. Fraser, I'll brief you on your mission to P3X-759, and then we'll talk to our - visitor."

He glanced at his watch, and said, "Try to make it quick. Dismissed. Oh, and Daniel? Have that checked out, then put it in your office vault." He pointed at the sword that Daniel was still carrying.

"Yes, sir."

Meanwhile, back at the farm, Dorothy was just waking up. "And you were there, and you were there, and there's no place like home!"