Title: Silver Split

Author: UndyingWisdomSnake-Head

Summary: Each member of SG-1 gets sent to a different alternate reality, each reality missing a vital member of SG-1 or crew. What's going on and how will they get out without contact with the other originals?

A/N: macisgate, I love you! You are such a great author and reviewer! MWAH!
Thanx Makura Koneko, for telling me that naquadah is in fact the metal ring, not the blue stuff. Good on ya. About a day after I read that I vaguely remembered knowing it. I don't know why I forgot actually.
And thanks to lady rosebit. You stole all my ideas! Well, some of them. Now I can't use them. Seriously, don't do that! :: sarcastically:: It slows me down as well. Fortunately, I have some pretty good basics to go on.

CHAPTER 2 – General Maybourne?

Jack pulled away from the mirror and turned to his left blinking multiple times, saying his 'I told you so' to Daniel, before noticing that the 30 year old wasn't there. Neither was Carter, or Teal'c. He blinked more slowly and spun back around to face to silver substance. "Damn it," he muttered softly.

His surroundings were no longer the same either. The walls had become military and windowless. It was dark, cold and silent. But no chills were playing on Jack's spine. His fingers ran over the writings on the ancient stone block. His hand extended towards the white glow of the mirror but they stopped just centimetres short.

"What the hell is going on here!?" he cried out.

Moments passed and Jack was looking for some form of an exit. He found two doors by touch, both locked. He resorted to banging and yelling, no matter the danger, but no one came. He turned on his flashlight when one of those waves of darkness and intense silence came and he scanned the half-meter square area around him. It was then that he figured that a military base would have light switches near the doors. The room was flooded with fluorescent blue light. He spotted a sign and as he read it he felt his liver and solo kidney sinking then rising against his rib cage. This was not a good thing.

QUADRON C 16-2
SECURITY STORAGE
GROOMLAKE FACILITY

Now why would he be transported to Area 51? Had he really pissed that many higher powers off? The Colonel sighed.

The sound of swinging hinges was heard and he slid behind a pole.

"General Maybourne, Sir! We found an unauthorised person in Quadron C."

The greying officer stood quickly as two Captains made their entrance and announcement.

"And who might this intruder be, Captain?" he asked.

"He claims to be Colonel Jack O'Neill, USAF, sir."

"Oh really. Well, show him in Captain, show him in."

Jack struggled slightly as he was shoved forward into the office, just for the sake of struggling, and also because he didn't have a clue what was going on in the bigger picture.

"General Maybourne? Who was the idiot who promoted you?" said Jack, secretly wondering when the prick was promoted.

The General snarled but ignored this comment. He waved the young officers away.

"I would suggest you watch what you say Colonel, if that is what you are. Do you have your papers?"

"Cut the crap Maybourne, where's my team?"

"That is General Maybourne and do you or do you not have your papers?"

"Wha? Maybourne, I was off world and I ended up here. Ya think if I had the choice I would want to end up here!?"

"Your papers, Colonel."

Jack was getting angry. He raised his voice dangerously.

"No I do NOT have my papers General. Look, I'm getting the feeling that you don't know what's going on any more than I do. As much as that doesn't surprise me, I suggest you just call General Hammond and let me back to the SGC!"

Maybourne was shocked at this statement.

"Uh, what is the SGC Colonel?"

Suddenly something clicked in the Colonel's head. He sighed and took a deep breath. When he spoke next he was more controlled.

"It stands for Stargate Command. And just for the record, when you lock me up in about 45 seconds, I won't talk to anyone but General Hammond, so don't bother trying."

A/N: I am sorry for this chapter being a bit rough around the edges, I don't know why I wasn't writing as well as usual. Oh well.

A/N: I know I promised to write soon but I had more to do than I thought I did, boy problems (not really, but read on), boy problems, you know what that's like dontcha? ::large group of pint-sized elderly men: YES. ::me again: Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against large groups of pint-sized elderly men, or large groups in general for that matter.

Now, I apologize coz that was really bad. Lol, oh well.