Glances were exchanged throughout the room.

Jack looked positively thrilled, as if it were suddenly Christmas morning, and he'd been told that he got the pony he'd always wanted.

The General looked less so. "What, exactly, do you mean, son?"

Adam smiled, and sat back. "Can't tell you. It would be against the Prime Directive."

Teal'c spoke up for the first time. "The Prime Directive is to prevent an advanced people from disturbing a less advanced civilization."

Adam raised an eyebrow, something he'd mastered sometime around the age of 1,300.

"And the difference here is....what again?" Teal'c leaned forward and did the eyebrow thing as well.

He said, "Are you implying that you have more wisdom and knowledge, and that you are more advanced than we are?"

Adam smiled, as the rest of SG1 and Hammond watched the verbal ball bounce back and forth between them.

"More wisdom? Debatable. More knowledge? Undeniably." he smirked. "More advanced? Well. I know a few people who'd swear before a judge that I'm stuck in the 18th century, so, again, debatable."

Teal'c tilted his head to the side. "You claim more knowledge than us, yet you do not claim more wisdom. Why?"

"Wisdom does not come with knowledge, Teal'c. They're completely separate packages."

Teal'c nodded, as if he knew that all along. Which he probably did.

Jack leaned forward suddenly. "You said something earlier. You said "So I'm dead. Or am I?" Care to explain that?"

Adam glanced sharply at Jack. "You caught that, did you. Very good Colonel. Part of what I'm trying to explain, but I'm getting there."

He glanced irritably out the window, at the Stargate. "Does that thing give anyone else a headache?"

Daniel looked up, supprise etched on his face. "Actually, I get one if I'm around it for more than 30 minutes. We just found out that it has been giving me the migrains that I get. We think its some type of allergic-" Adam cut him off.

"It's not an allergic responce. I don't have any allergies. Hold still for a moment, let me just - " And he reached out at barely touched Daniel's arm.

Adam drew his hand back, as if stung. "Damn." he muttered. "Figures. Why me, I ask. That's all I want to know. Why me?"

Seeing the glaring looks that SG1 was aiming his way, he held up a hand, and said "I'll explain" at the same time that Jack mimicked him.

Adam glared at Jack for a minute, then smirked and shrugged. "Ok, ok, ok. Here goes."

He settled back, and began his story.

"You see, in my reality, I work in a small, well, not really small, kinda middle- nevermind. A small-to-middle sized television studio. I'm a creative consultant. On a science fiction show. Its a very good show, the longest running sci-fi show that isn't a Trekkie show." he paused.

"It's filmed in BC, and has won several of Canada's versions of the Emmys. It's even based on a movie. All good and well, I'm sure you're thinking, but what's that got to do with how I'm here, right? Right. Well, anyway. It's not what I do that's important, its what the show's about, right? You see, the show is called Stargate: SG1, and its about these few brave individuals-" And that's as far as he got before they erupted.

"What do you mean, its a SHOW?" Jack

"The public KNOWS? HOW? WHEN?" Hammond

"What about the Gou'ld?" Sam

"Indeed?" Teal'c, who else.

Silence, then...wiat for it, wait for it...

"So, you mean, this isn't real in your reality?" Daniel, who finally got it. And stopped the rest in their tracks.

"Nicely done, Daniel. You catch on quite quickly. Yes, in my world, none of you exist. You're all characters in a television show. None of this" and he gestured to the Stargate, the base, and everything included, "is real."

Adam watched their stunned amazement with amusement. The looks on the SF's in particular were quite funny.

"Stargate: SG1 airs on Monday, with 4 shows, starting at 4 pm and going to 8 pm; Tuesdays, Wednsdays, and Thursdays at 4, also all re-runs. And a new episode every Friday at 6 pm, repeated at 8 pm. All on the Sci-Fi Network."

Everyone was shocked into silence. They all sat there staring at Adam, who was doing his best to not laugh.

Jack broke the silence first. "A T.V. show, fer' cryin' out loud. You've got to be kidding."

"Nope. Not kidding. Based on a movie called Stargate, made about 71 million dollers in the box office in 1994. Not a bad movie, created two spin off's, both on the Sci-Fi network." Adam grinned at the stunned looks on their faces.

While everyone sat there looking shocked, Jack just thumped his head down on the table. His sholders shook, and Adam couldn't tell if he was laughing or crying.

Jack's head jerked up, and he yelped, "Movie?!? There's a movie too? Where does the insanity end?"

"Yep. Movie came out in 1994, and Daniel was played by James Spader. Jack here, he was played by Kurt Russel." Adam smirked when Jack looked pleased for a moment.

"Kurt Russel? Hunh. Wait a minute! We don't look anything alike!" He still looked pleased, though.

"Which is why you are played by Richard Dean Anderson in the T.V. show. "

Sam looked between Adam and Jack, almost as if there was a ping-pong match going on.

"Wait a minute! Mcguyver? He," and she gestured at Jack, "Is played by Mcguyver?"

Adam nodded. She tilted her head to the side, and nodded too. "Now that you mention it, I kinda do see the resemblance. Except for the hair."

"Hey!" Jack spluttered. "Whats wrong with my hair? So, its not as brown as it was. That's his fault!" he pointed at Daniel, who looked shocked, and innocent.

Adam smiled at Sam. "The mullet look never was my favorite."