Disclaimer: See Prologue and Chapter 5.

A/N: I hope no one has been turned off of this story because I've used Bush. I'm not trying to sway anyone's opinions here. I happen to like him. And I think that no matter your political opinion, if you're an SG-1 fan, you'd prefer to see Bush in there than Kinsey. This story is fiction, even fictional politics, but not real politics. I'm saying this now because this chapter has Bush featured rather prominently. Remember, the man might not actually be like this. I'm guessing here.

In the last chapter, during the sparring scene, the FF.net system cut a few things out that made it look rather choppy. I'm going to reprint the abused chapter here and see if it does the same thing. It should say "classic" not "ic" and all of the word "style" should be back. If not, or if it takes them out of this chapter too, I'm lodging a complaint.

There were no weapons. Teal'c fought in the classic Chulaki style, something that Jack had only rarely caught a glimpse of since there was no time for style in a battlefield. Tac'an was all over the map, handling the deadly dance with a grace and polish that were quite a sight to see. Her style was heavily influenced by the Chulaki Jaffa she had been trained with for most of her life, but she had so many wild cards that she was impossible to predict. Whatever she'd had when she was eighteen-year-old Buffy Summers had blended seamlessly with the Chulaki into a completely unique and fluid hodgepodge. And she was most definitely winning this fight, something that no one on Earth had ever done in hand-to-hand.

There it is. We'll see how it comes out when I update this thing.

I've changed history here again. I haven't seen enough of the newer episodes to deal with the Jaffa rebellion as it is in the series. For my story, SG-1 have only dealt with a few, all from Chulak. Part of the problem would be that I don't tend to watch anything after they offed Daniel, even if they did bring him back, and a bit before that my cable service was screwing around, so I'm missing key pieces. So I ignore the whole problem and make things up as I go along. Please remember the AU sticker!

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 7

The President of the United States sat in the head chair in the conference room, two secret service men behind him and extra marines posted throughout the room, listening to Martouf and Selmak's proposals for additions to their alliance with the U.S. Tac'an and Bra'tac had also been invited into the meeting to forge a similar alliance with the U.S. The Tok'ra would be given information, but not at the same rate as the Tau'ri. The Jaffa and Tac'an didn't trust the resistance enough, given Anise's treatment of the Slayer and Tac'an's observations of their methodology, and there would be certain very specific restrictions if they wanted anything at all.

Selmak said, "I was not aware that the Jaffa were to be a part of this alliance, as well. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm curious as to why we were not informed."

Looking at General Hammond for permission, Tac'an answered him. "It's a pretty recent development. I'm the one who proposed it, but since my adopted father is the leader of the rebels on Chulak, I was able to get him to agree to this meeting."

Martouf said, "You are young and impulsive. How are we to know that this decision was well thought out?"

Tac'an chuckled. "When you've lived for two millennia, everyone is young and impulsive, I guess. But let me put your minds at ease. I haven't looked my age for eighty-five years. And before you ask, I don't know why or how. Believe me, I know for a fact that Chulak will benefit from being allied with Earth, and they have much to offer the United States in the form of intelligence."

Selmak's head lowered, allowing Jacob Carter to come to the fore. "You're not a Jaffa, are you."

"Nope, but I'll do the show and tell on my story later. Let's stick to the stuff at hand, 'kay?"

Jacob snorted. To an American, she sounded immature, but she had used the language patterns of her youth to undeniably identify her as American bred, probably from California. A good strategy, and Jacob was a strategist, so he appreciated it. "Sure. What do both Earth and the Tok'ra have to gain from the Chulaki rebellion?"

Bra'tac answered this time. "For the past three hundred years, we have been systematically sabotaging Goa'uld shipyards and factories. We have a spy network in place in the form of hundreds of Jaffa in their normal positions within the army of Heru'ur since he took over Apophis's holdings after the Tau'ri and I killed him. They are in place to hear of the relations between System Lords, of ship and troop movements. Nothing changes when a Jaffa joins our rebellion. They continue to hold the same place they always have, as removing them would loose us valuable information and raise suspicion. We have the information that the Tau'ri and the Tok'ra need."

President Bush said, "And what will you be wanting in return?"

Tac'an, since she had the best idea of what both groups had to offer, was the one who would be doing the negotiations. "From the U.S. we need some basics. Heru'ur apparently leaves the planet Chulak alone. He's been there exactly once to pick up a few troops, and he left no one behind to 'manage the property', as it were, so we have an opportunity to improve quality of life there on a major scale so the people there can start moving on with their lives. We don't need too much. A couple of doctors to come in and check people over, as well as teach some things to the midwives and the healers would be wonderful. So would a couple of engineers to help build more wells and an irrigation system. Maybe a couple of years worth of certain seeds. I don't know what crops would be best, but food things, and cotton if it will grow. I already have a little package of coffee seeds that I planted. I'm hoping that they'll actually grow there, and if so, that will be one of the things we'll ask for. And cocoa beans. But those two are optional. If the coffee and cocoa grow well, we'll use them for trade most likely. We're not asking for a rebuild of our society. Chulak has, despite the Goa'uld, developed a rich culture and has the makings of a good government. If we weren't afraid that some day Heru'ur would actually take an interest in us, we'd just pack up and move out of the desert to more hospitable areas. But that's not an option as long as he's a threat."

"And what would you ask of the Tok'ra for sharing the same information?"

Tac'an's face hardened. "Not much. We have access to the technologies of the Goa'uld, same as you, and I'm willing to bet our spy network is better. You won't get everything like we'll give to Earth, because we don't frankly trust you. What I've seen of your people, I can't. So we won't ask for as much in return, either. All we want from you is non-interference. And I don't ever want to see Anise again. She doesn't set foot on Earth or Chulak. If I see her, I'm likely to damage her. After all, I'm just a primitive human." That last was said with a sneer.

Jacob sighed. "What did she want with you, anyway?"

The Slayer shrugged. "Mad scientist. She was trying to figure a few things out about me, I'm guessing, things like why I don't age and why I'm stronger than a Jaffa, when I'm only human."

Bush said, "You want surprisingly little for what will be a great service."

She shrugged again. "We'd be doing the same thing. I fight the Goa'uld because it's the right thing to do. The Jaffa fight to free themselves and because their gods betrayed them. We'll be doing this whether you agree to the alliance or not. We just want a little help out of the hole Apophis dug for us if we share like good little kindergarteners."

Everyone in the room from Earth chuckled, including the President. "Well, I think we're getting the better end of this deal, but if this is what you want, I'll certainly agree to it."

Martouf nodded. "Agreed."

Tac'an fixed him with a glare. "Just remember, I catch the smallest glimpse of Anise, and I get a brand new dance card, and your name is at the very top."

Jacob turned his head so Martouf wouldn't see him trying to smother his laughter as the other Tok'ra visibly swallowed before nodding again. Within him, Selmak said, I like this girl.

You and me both.

Martouf left the meeting after they had all signed the new treaty, but Selmak stayed behind, both she and Jacob wanting to learn more about Tac'an along with President Bush. They listened to her story with interest, laughing often at her bouts of Southern Californian slang, and wondering along with everyone else if they would ever have the full story of her arrival in this universe. All of SG-1 was present for the story again, and true to form, Sam had found another question to ask. "Since you're here, then I wonder why you haven't been having problems with temporal entropic cascade failure like my double did."

Tac'an raised her hand as if she were in a classroom. "Um flunked science when the teacher got eaten." They all looked at her. "Story later. Explain please."

Sam shook her head in bewilderment. "Right. Well, we've encountered alternate universes before. When the same person from two different universes end up in the same one, physics tries to smash them together, causing a cascade failure all the way down at the cellular level. It would eventually kill the double and leave the native alive. When the Buffy Summers of our universe was born, you should have started having problems."

Bush wasn't unintelligent and had no problem following the explanation. "Well, how close are the two? After all, they are eighty years off. Maybe the same people don't exist in both."

But Tac'an shook her head. "No. They're close enough for me to remember your dad when he was President."

Daniel seemed to remember something. "What was your Watcher's name again?"

"Rupert Giles."

"Damn." Daniel leaned back in his chair. "Rupert Giles is the current curator of the British Museum. He was one of the only people in the field of antiquities that didn't try to laugh me out of the profession for suggesting that someone other than the Egyptians built the pyramid at Giza. Said he had noticed a few discrepancies himself."

Tac'an smiled. Without the need to become a Watcher, in this universe he had had never had to deal with the constant danger. He got to remain in Tweedville, and she was glad.

Sam shrugged. "I suppose we could just look up your parents."

She snorted. "Better just look up Mom. Hank wasn't exactly around, and I don't really see him being that different in any universe."

Bush had granted Tac'an citizenship based on the fact that she had, in fact, been born in the United States, even if it wasn't in this universe, and he had also granted it to Teal'c based on their marriage. They had thanked him profusely, but he had minimized the action. "It's only right."

Once the paperwork had been signed, General Hammond asked Tac'an if she would want a job as a hand-to-hand combat instructor within Cheyenne Mountain. Word of her spectacular sparring session with Teal'c had gotten around, and he knew that she would do a great job. She took the job on a part-time basis, giving a crash course once per month, provided she wasn't off-world. After all, she was still a part of the rebellion and she had a lot of work to do.

There was celebration when first the doctors and then the engineers came through the Stargate and onto Chulak. The doctors had plenty of people lined up to be in their classes. The agricultural engineers drew the attention of the few farmers, who all saw the promise of changing the face of the desert surrounding the city. The green oasis which surrounded the Stargate was fairly extensive, but no one really felt comfortable living very near it. They stuck to the desert instead of traveling in the other direction for fear of the Goa'uld chasing them down and destroying anything they might build. Desert dwelling sauropoids called gornaks, which resembled the large herbivorous dinosaurs of Earth but had three pairs of limbs rather than two and large, shovel-shaped heads, were used as plow beasts, pulling plows and hauling people and materials. They could, in fact, be trained to dig a trench themselves, as they did in the wild to hide from sandstorms, and this talent was used to dig for irrigation.

New recruits to the SGC were all required to take Tac'an's course, since she could give them defensive techniques against both Jaffa and Goa'uld. Of course, she had to show each new class who was boss because they saw an eighteen-year-old 5'2" little girl, not a seasoned warrior. Feretti had started keeping book with Jack and several others as to who would be the first (and last) troublemaker in each class. It served to pad Feretti's pockets and provide plenty of entertainment for the base.

November came and everyone waited with baited breath, praying for Bush's reelection, not wanting to either work for Kinsey or for the project to be shut down or turned over to the NID. Teal'c and Tac'an were packed just in case, knowing that the NID could already have orders that would be carried out in January on Inauguration Day if they didn't get out. He was the biggest problem the SGC had at the moment, and with the political climate, anything could happen. There was no clear favorite in the polls. It was going to come down to the last vote count.

Bush was reelected by a very narrow margin, though the mess in Florida from the previous election was thankfully not repeated. The entire SGC broke out the champagne and sparkling cider in celebration, the cider going to those who either didn't or couldn't drink. There was celebration on several worlds, in fact, as the news was broadcast to off-world teams through the Stargate. Thanks to this election, they knew that, at least for the next four years, their jobs and the Stargate program were secure. And Teal'c and Tac'an didn't have to leave Earth.

Things were going well. It made Tac'an nervous, old instincts from her days living in Sunnydale telling her that the good days were always followed by very bad days, and nights, and nearly a century's experience in battle agreed with those instincts. Something else would have to happen. She just didn't know when.

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