Hello everyone! How are we all today? Thank you all very much for the reviews, they were very encouraging. I have been trying to make each chapter a little longer each time, so hopefully this one should satisfy.

I'm having a lot of fun writing this, and am absolutely shocked at the number of reviews coming in. I believe the last number I saw was thirty-four. Thirty-four! That's a lot! Thank you all very much, all the support you give me is more helpful then you can imagine.

Warning: I'm afraid to tell you that yes, this chapter is of Jack, and Jack has a tendency to swear. So, needless to say perhaps, this chapter has a good and liberal amount of words little kiddies should not read.

Now, as not to keep you waiting, the Fifth installment of "Smashing Realities and the Likes"

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What the hell. It was the only saying Jack O'Neil could truthfully say fit the occasion. "That is odd", or "Oh dear", or even a general scream of confusion just wouldn't have done the trick. Yes, he thought, "What the hell," fit nicely.

In front of him and his team, not ten feet from the Stargate stood that impudent man who had been with Daniel not an hour before. Perhaps he wouldn't have minded seeing the man again, if he hadn't just appeared out of nowhere on a different planet with a wonderful "pop" that reminded him of a joint being put back into place. Jack took this opportunity to use his statement of choice.

"What the hell!" He raised his gun with his eyebrows furrowed. Now armed with a M-16, he somehow felt much more in control. He inwardly smiled as his team members, minus Daniel, raised their own weapons in suit.

Daniel's response to his apparent friend was to sit down and sigh. Jack couldn't really blame him though, he stranger, still dressed in his odd, black, dress like attire, did look to be a bit "off"… "off" as in "Cooperate or die". Not to mention the hair, honestly, did the man know what a shower was?

"Daniel Jackson?" The said man asked the anthropologist. What had Daniel introduced him as? Jack's mouth twisted further downward as he attempted to come up with a name. Ah, that was it, Severus Snake… or Snipe… or something like that.

It didn't matter anyway.

Jack glanced downward to see his friend nod and give an exhausted "yeah."

Jack was confused. Perhaps confused was too light of a term, but none the less, his understanding of the situation had continued to diminish steadily and he was currently at the point where old Colonels tend to snap.

It was probably a good thing then, that just at that moment, Snipe, or Snake, or what ever his name was, rolled his eyes.

And noticed the dual suns rotating above them.

Jack took this time to come out of his shock and examine the possible threat of the man. Any man who could "pop" from Earth to another planet was either an ally or a threat, and at this point Jack didn't know which this odd man was.

Severus (Jack had given up hope on the nut case's surname) stood at around his height and was probably a few years younger then himself. No longer in the water but standing on an opposing gray rock, his posture shouted danger, that, and the fact that he was reaching into his pocket. That was always a bad sign. In Jack's book, pocket weapon, and weapon bad.

Danger alarms went off in Jack's head, and apparently in the rest of his team's as well, and he aimed his weapon with care. Carter and Teal'c were not quite so quick to follow, but none the less, they were prepared for a dangerous situation.

But as they all stood in a standstill, the Snake man, Jack's new name for the sallow skinned man, in shock, still staring at the suns, and his team, minus Daniel, poised with weapons raised.

He, while the rest of them were waiting and to Jack's utter and complete surprise, slipped from his sitting position into the water and waded to the Snake man's rock. Jack supposed that, yes, this Snake man was Daniel's friend, but on a general basis, friends did not just "pop" onto other planets following you. He glanced over at the Snake man whose black, dress like clothing was billowing strangely and who was completely unaware of Daniel's approach.

Well, it didn't matter if the anthropologist had been friends with this weirdo at one time, now he was a potential danger.

"Daniel! Get back here, what do you think you are doing!?" He shouted to the younger man several times, but it was no use. Jack started to get fidgety, and a fidgety old colonel holding a M-16 was never a good thing. He stared at his friend in concern, and then turned his attention back to the Snake man.

What ever was going on, he needed answers and he needed them now. Daniel having secrets on Earth was one thing, but Daniel having secrets on P4X-983 was another.

Damned mineral samples!

Jack took action, he was tired of waiting, tired of lies, and tired to hell of that insane man!

"Everybody freeze!" The colonel shouted at the top of his lungs in such a way that even the Snake man lifted his eyes away from the double suns and made eye contact with the slightly older man. Jack scowled at him. The Snake man's pitch eyes reflected oddly and something akin to fear and annoyance flashed in them. "You too Daniel, hold still." Daniel shot him a look that almost rivaled the Snake man glare but none the less, stopped his wading and stood still in the knee deep water. This made Jack slightly less worried. Now if the Snake man actually pulled something out of that pocket of his, Daniel was less likely to be in the way of it.

Of course he shouldn't have been surprised when Daniel began to talk. He should have told the anthropologist not to open his yapper as well as not move.

"Severus, what are you doing here? You said you would wait." Jack looked with a low level of interest between the two. He didn't know what was going on, but that loony was a potential threat.

"Daniel, shut up!" Jack, after later accessing what he had said, realized this was probably not the best way to calm a linguist. In fact, telling a linguist to shut up is a good way to get one mad at you for a very long time.

Snake man gave the colonel another glare and Jack tensed as the had dug farther into his pocket. Get ready, get ready, if he pulls something, you have to be ready!

"I said I would wait. I lied." There was a drawl to those words that made Jack's skin crawl. It was if that bastard thought he was better then them, better then his team.

Daniel sighed again for what must have been the millionth time today and for the first time, Carter spoke up.

"Sir," She was tense as well, he noticed, but Jack kept his gaze on the black clad man, "Maybe we should trust Daniel on this one." Jack winced at that. Did it sound to his own team like he didn't trust Daniel? Did his friend think he didn't trust him?

"Sorry Major, but on this one I call the shots." And it was true. He was SG-1's leader, it was his job to make sure his team made it back through that gate in the same condition the arrived, and some Severus Snipe was not going to stop him. Or was it Snake. Snape maybe? Jack mentally hit himself, now was not the time.

"Alright Severus," Jack stressed the man's name and almost smiled in pleasure as the his jaw twitched, "Lift your hands out of your pockets and keep them in the air." He could hear Daniel muttering and Carter sighing, but he did not take back his words. It was his job to take care of his team, and take care of his team he would. And no greasy man would stop him.

Speaking of greasy men… the alarms that had gone off earlier in Jack's mind shouted at him again and he had to fight back surprise as the man ripped his fist out of his inner pocket and with it he drew out something else. From the distance, Jack couldn't recognize it, but that didn't matter, he had scene plenty of alien weapons that he didn't recognize, but the intentions were still clear, and in Snake man's case, obvious. As the Snake man thrust the object forward, he ignored everything. He blocked out Daniel's scream and futile attempt to run to the man. He ignored the man's shouting. He ignored his own heart beat.

The only thing he didn't block was his aim. Perhaps it was an instinctual human want that drove him to shoot the man's arm instead of his chest. Maybe he just had bad aim. Maybe he didn't want to kill him because he was Daniel's friend.

But none of those mattered, he rationalized as the bullet impacted with the greasy man's left arm and he fell hard onto the rock.

He surveyed the situation in a detached manner. Daniel, running as fast as he could towards his downed friend, Carter behind him with a medical kit and Teal'c, the rock of a man, staying with him, his staff weapon still raised incase of a second attack.

What the hell had he done?

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Ahhhhh! (Oro (that's me by the way) runs away from readers with pitchforks) Hehehe…..

I hope that wasn't too wordy… It felt odd… five minutes stuffed into almost 2,000 words… I hope it wasn't too painful.

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