Thanks to Whitty, Bunny-Butler, Fred1451@aol.com, Sean-Malloy-1, Ruth, and Xon for the reviews, I really appreciate all the feedback I've got on this story, it's really awesome.

Whitty: Thanks for the compliment, that's definitely the most enthusiastic response I've ever gotten about my writing.

Ruth: Basically up until this point, only the US, the UK, China, Russia, and France have known about the Stargate program (everyone except Russia only knew about it since midway through season 7). But those countries have all contributed ships to the fleet, and the rest have simply contributed troops. It will be more noticeable when the war heats up.

Xon: Yes, you're right. That's why Hammond didn't make a huge deal of it. However at the same time, he was mad that no one told him he was recruiting a criminal. That's something you should probably know about.

Chapter 8

Xander groaned and opened his eyes, then immediately shut them again against the harshness of the light. "Will someone please turn the spotlight away from my face?" Xander griped. "Did the procedure work?" Xander immediately realized he'd answered his own question by opening and looking through both eyes, if only for a second.

"Mr. Harris the procedure seems to have been a success." Janet replied, "However there was a, a mishap of sorts."

"Okay, I don't know what you're talking about but I'm sure it can't be of the good." Xander replied, still keeping his eyes shut tightly.

"Apparently one of the experiments running caused a massive power surge near the end of the procedure." Janet explained. "The chamber, which was focused entirely on your eyes, suddenly had its' power input boosted by an order of magnitude."

"So does that have something to do with why it's too bright in here to open my eyes?" Xander asked nervously.

"Unfortunately I think it does." Janet replied. "I have no idea what the chamber did, even a Goa'uld sarcophagus uses less than half the power that the chamber was drawing there. We're lucky the surge protector shut the chamber down, or who knows what might have happened. Mr. Harris, I'm going to have to ask you to open your eyes for a few seconds, I know it's painful but I need to get a good look at them."

Xander nodded and braced himself. "Ready?"

"Go ahead Mr. Harris. As wide as you can, try to hold it for five seconds." Janet ordered.

Xander took a breath and opened his eyes, straining against his reflex to close them and to keep from shouting obscenities. Xander was reminded of when you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and have to shut your eyes against that light, only ten times worse.

"Ah crap." Janet muttered, silently reminding herself to make sure Jack spent less time here, he was starting to rub off on her. What she saw was not good. Xander's pupil was so large that it almost completely covered the iris. Only a hint of brown around the huge black pupil was visible. "Well Mr. Harris I have good news and bad news. The good news is that your eye seems to have grown in identical to the other one."

"What's the bad news, is it like cancerous or something?" Xander asked nervously.

"No Mr. Harris it's not quite that serious, but it seems you've developed a very rare condition. You've developed a hypersensitivity to light. Essentially your eyes are working like night vision goggles, magnifying light to a much higher degree than that of a normal human eye. The good part of hypersensitivity is that you have excellent vision at night." Janet explained.

"So what now? Do I sleep during the day and go out at night?" Xander joked.

"No Mr. Harris. Actually we've just come into a new technology, which should be quite useful to you." Janet said with a smile.

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Jack and Dumbledore walked out of the meeting. After Jack's outburst, Fudge had told them to come back tomorrow to hear their decision. "You know, that guy Fudge really is a moron." Jack muttered.

Dumbledore nodded. "It always amazes to what lengths his stupidity reaches. I do think you were able to persuade many of the other members of the council though, perhaps that is enough." Dumbledore took the portkey out of his robes. "We should head back to Hogwarts. If you would be so kind."

Jack took hold of the portkey and the two of them were transported back to the hall outside the Gryffindor room. Jack stumbled but managed to stay standing, then shook his head. "Man, and people think stepping through the Stargate is bad."

"Yes well, you do get used to it after a time. No doubt it's still better than any muggle form of transportation, or at the very least faster." Dumbledore replied. "You're welcome to stay here if you like. You can stay here in the Gryffindor room or I can put you in wit the teachers if you like."

"Nah I'll just stay here." Jack replied. "Looked comfortable enough."

Dumbledore nodded. "Tomorrow I'll meet you in the Great Hall. We can leave after breakfast."

"Where's the Great Hall?" Jack asked.

"Just follow the hungry teenagers." Dumbledore replied with a smile. "Good night Colonel."

"Night." Jack replied before turning to the picture and giving it the password. The painting swung open to reveal the common room, in which Harry and Ron were playing chess and Hermione was watching. The three of them turned to look when Jack came in.

"Hey Colonel." Harry called. "Did you get an alliance?"

Jack shrugged. "Won't know till tomorrow." Jack's eyes narrowed a little when he saw one of the pieces on the board kill another. "What is that?"

"Wizarding chess." Ron replied. "Want to play?"

"But I'm playing!" Harry protested. He immediately quieted when Ron moved his knight and Harry's king flopped over. "Oh."

"So, want to play?" Ron asked with a grin.

Jack shrugged. "Yeah, why not?"

~~~~~~~

Buffy and Dawn walked into the cafeteria to see that most of the other Slayers had already found their way there. They quickly got some breakfast and sat down at a table. "So, you ready?" Buffy asked.

Dawn nodded eagerly. "This is gonna be so cool. Think we'll get to shoot something today?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "You're spending way too much time around me."

"Hey, there's Xander, and he has two eyes!" Dawn said excitedly.

Buffy turned to look, and saw Xander enter the cafeteria grinning. "Yeah, but what's wrong with them?" she said with a note of concern. Xander's eyes no longer had an iris, just a large jet-black pit in the center. Buffy was reminded a bit of Caleb, although unlike Caleb the white of the eye was still visible. Xander took a seat at their table, still grinning happily.

"Xander first of all why do you have two eyes, and secondly why are they all weird?" Buffy asked seriously.

"The doctor here put me in a healing chamber to grow my eye back." Xander explained. "Except there was a power surge, so I got a hypersensitivity to light. The doctor cut me a special pair of contacts. You know those really cool glasses that get dark when you go out into the light? Well these are like them, except a lot more sensitive and really fast changing."

"So wait, without the contacts you can't see during the day?" Dawn asked.

"No, I can't open my eyes. Everything is way too bright." Xander replied. "On the other hand, now I can see amazingly well at night, and I think my vision is better than 20/20. Plus I have two eyes again!"

"Wow, it's like super Xander or something." Dawn said, "Except, that's a pretty weak superhero."

"So they couldn't just stick you in this chamber again to fix it?" Buffy asked.

Xander shook his head. "The doctor said she could do that if I wanted, but know one would know exactly what would happen. It might make it worse."

Buffy looked into his now completely black eyes, surprised at how much more difficult it made him to read. "It's a bit, well, offsetting." Buffy confessed.

Xander nodded. "Yeah, I was surprised when I looked in the mirror."

"On the plus side you'd probably be pretty good at poker." Dawn chipped in.

At that moment Xander's watch beeped and he looked down at it. "Come on guys, it's time to go."

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Jack and Dumbledore sat once again in front of the assembled Wizarding Council. Fudge cleared his throat and began. "After much debate on the matter, the wizards and witches of Wizengamot have come to a decision regarding the matter of an alliance with the muggles against Anubis and He Who Must Not Be Named. We have decided that the possible risks of such an alliance could outweigh the benefits, and therefore decided against an alliance." He finished smugly

"Oh for cryin' out loud!" Jack said angrily. "Fudge, you're a complete moron. You're worse than Kinsey, Simmons, and Frair all put together!"

Dumbledore put a hand on Jack's shoulder to stop him, but Jack shrugged it off. "Man, if it wasn't for us you guys would be toast, let's see, three, four, like eight times now! You'd be serving Apophis, or Hathor, or you'd be dead from the giant asteroid that we saved Earth from!"

Fudge glared at him. "For a muggle, you have a pretty high opinion of yourself. You're trying to say you've saved the word before?"

"Damn straight." Jack replied.

Fudge snorted and turned to the rest of the council. "This is my point. This muggle is nothing more than a pompous fool. Saving the world! What a joke."

"That's it! Let's go, right now! Pompous fool eh? Let's see how smug you are with a foot up your ass!" Jack shouted, finally losing it.

Jack growled, but Dumbledore gave him a stern look and stepped forward. "You know, this has an air of familiarity to it, Cornelius. Isn't this the same tactic you used to try and discredit young Harry Potter? And that whole time, wasn't he in fact telling the truth? In fact, had you just taken Mr. Potter's word in the first place, we may very well have stopped Voldemort by now."

Fudge swallowed. "I see no connection between that and this."

"Oh but there is." Dumbledore answered. "Again you have been offered the chance to gain the upper hand, and again you refuse to believe that this Anubis is any real threat. The fact is, you don't know anything about him, you simply assume that you can handle him."

"Whatever Anubis is, I'm sure he can be dealt with." Fudge replied as confidently as he could. However, members of the council behind him began whispering between themselves.

"With what?" Dumbledore asked. "According to you, the muggles are nothing more than fools with high opinions of themselves, so if Anubis is to be defeated, it seems we will have to be the ones to do it. Except, we're already at war aren't we? We're fighting against Voldemort, every Auror we have is doing that right now. So how are we going to stop Anubis as well?"

The witches and wizards of the council began whispering amongst themselves, and Fudge swallowed nervously. "But that's not what I said, I simply said that the Colonel here has a high opinion of himself."

"And rightly he should," Dumbledore replied. "Colonel O'Neill has been fighting against this enemy for eight years. He's stopped several direct attacks on Earth, save countless lives and seen things that no one on the planet, muggle or otherwise has ever seen. Now this man is coming to offer us help, and you refuse him."

Jack stepped forward. "From what Dumbledore has told me, you guys aren't even ready to fight Voldemort anyway."

Fudge glared. "Oh and you are."

Jack nodded. "I'm a soldier. I've seen war and I've seen death, and I'm willing to kill. Are any of you?"

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The Slayers, Dawn, Xander and Robin stood in the large training room on level 28. They were standing in a line, all facing their training commanders, Teal'c, Daniel, and Lieutenant Haley.

The very short Lieutenant Haley stepped forward and smiled. "Hi everyone, welcome to the SGC. I'm Lieutenant Haley, you all know Doctor Jackson, and this is Teal'c."

Teal'c smiled and bowed his head.

"We'll be your instructors for the duration of your training here."

"What exactly will our training cover?" A slayer named Amanda asked.

"Well, we're going to train you in just about everything." Haley replied. "We'll start by assessing your physical abilities, which from what I hear are pretty amazing. From there we'll move to weapons training. You'll be trained with small arms, demolitions, and alien weapons. You'll also be taking a course in decision making as well."

"Decision making?" Buffy asked. "Why do we need that?"

Haley smiled. "Against the Goa'uld, nothing is ever set in stone. You have to realize that the battlefield is not black and white. I don't want to say anymore, or I'll spoil the surprise. Now, let's start with the physical evaluation."

At that point a bunch of marines walked into the gym. Several of them raised eyebrows at the line of attractive girls standing there. One of them walked over to Lieutenant Haley. "Morning Lieutenant. What's going on?"

"Morning Captain." She replied. "These are some new recruits we're going to start with a physical evaluation this morning."

The Captain raised an eyebrow. "Most of them look like they're just out of high school. Plus they're all, well, you know, girls."

"Figured that out all by yourself did ya?" Buffy said sarcastically. "What, you one of those big tough guys who doesn't think women should fight?"

"Prove to me you can keep up and maybe I'll change my mind." The captain glanced over at the basketball court that took up a large part of the gym. "How about a little game? Girls versus Marines?"

Buffy looked at Haley, who shrugged. "Why not? It'll be a good test of endurance and coordination, both as a team and hand eye."

Buffy smiled and nodded to the captain. "Okay, you're on."

End chap 8

So what does everyone think? Hope you all liked the chapter, and next chapter I promise some training action. Thanks for reading and please leave a review!