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Prologue

"C'mon, Rya'c!" A desperate young woman stood on the Stargate access ramp and motioned quickly to a medium-skinned man who was running toward her. As soon as he reached her, they both dived through the event horizon, staff weapon blasts raining all around them.

Reaching the other side of the wormhole, they tumbled down the stone steps. The wormhole disengaged as the woman and the man stood up. The man placed his hands on the woman's shoulders.

"Are you all right, my love?"

"No, Husband. Just thinking about her hurts! Seeing her is even worse!" The woman leaned against the man, tears streaming down her face. The man hugged her for a moment, then let go.

"I know, my love. Remember, she killed my father. We are not safe, even here. We have a mission to complete, do we not?" The woman wiped away her tears.

"We do. You look that way." The man nodded and took off. The woman went in the other direction.

After a few tense minutes of searching, the man's voice rang out.

"I have found it!" The woman arrived at a run, a nervous expression on her face. A quantum mirror sat in front of the man.

"Rya'c, they're dialing our Gate!"

"Hurry, my love." The woman put her hands on the sides of the mirror and closed her eyes. Slowly but steadily, the mirror's images began to change. They sped up, going faster and faster until they stopped abruptly. The woman opened her eyes and took her hands off the mirror, breathing hard. "This is the one, my love?" the man asked. The woman nodded. As they were about to touch the mirror's surface, the woman spun around, her eyes wide in fear.

"Oh my god! She's opened-" They heard the shouts of Jaffa coming from the direction of the Stargate. Both man and woman turned ashen.

"Ya'isid ma'gue!" The man's voice was barely audible as he slipped into his native Gou'ld. In unison, the man and woman placed their hands on the mirror's polished front, disappearing at once.

Two seconds after they had gone, the Gou'ld System Lord Bastet entered the room, flanked on either side by Jaffa.

"You failed me, Kar'tec," she said softly to her First Prime, a twinge of annoyance in her even voice. "You let my slave and the Sholva's son escape." The Jaffa at her right knelt before her.

"Forgive me, My Lady. I will find them." Bastet's eyes flared and narrowed.

"You had better." She turned and stalked away.

Meanwhile, the man and the woman reappeared in a shadowy dead-end alleyway. There was absolutely no sign of a quantum mirror near them at all.

"Rya'c?" the woman whispered. "Did we make it? What year is it? What time?" The man walked out a little farther into the alley until he stood in a patch of sunlight a few feet from the alley's end. Satisfied, he came back.

"Judging by the position of the sun, it is 01100 hours." The woman gave a small smile.

"At least we know that it's the right time. But what day, or year is it? For all we know, it could be 1969!" There was complete silence for a moment. "We're gonna have to ask someone."

"I will ask," the man said quickly. The woman reached up and brushed a hand across his Mark of Apophis. It disappeared. "Aray Kree," he whispered, then walked out of the alley and strode around the corner. The woman waited anxiously for about ten minutes. She was about to go look for her husband when he reappeared at the alley's entrance. She ran to him.

"What did they say? Did they tell you at all? What-" The man put a finger on his wife's lips, smiling.

"June 11, 2002." She let out a sigh of relief.

"We have enough time, then."

"But we are in Sacramento, California."

"Mai'tac!" the woman swore. "It will take us longer than we have to get there on foot!" She looked up at her husband, eyes blazing. "There is only one other way."

"But my love, you are still weak from the last jump. Even one through the same time will weaken you greatly," the man cautioned. "You should rest first."

"No! I won't wait! If saving her from that awful fate means I get hurt, then so be it! I won't let her..." The woman trailed off. "It's not going to happen again." The man sighed.

"Very well." The woman again closed her eyes. She crouched and putting her palms on the ground an equal distance apart, she began to rise slowly, creating a doorway. As the portal neared completion, sweat began to form on the woman's forehead. She finally brought her hands together over her head, completing the transnational door to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex infirmary.

"Go!" she said, grunting with the effort of keeping the portal open. The man entered the door. The woman followed.

On the portal's other side, the woman collapsed from the strain of making the door. Her husband caught her before she hit the ground. The petite brunette doctor who was already in the infirmary hit a red button on the wall, making alarms blare.

"Remember, Rya'c," the woman whispered in Gou'ld, "don't use our real names, at least until I recover." The man kissed her forehead as a group of sf's ran into the room.

"Do not worry, I will remember. You did well, Cassandra, my love." The woman then lost conciousness.

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