They entered just as the iris opened and a fifteen-year-old girl emerged. There was something strangely familiar about her.
"Identify yourself!" commanded General George Hammond.
The bewildered blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl looked up. "I'm Samantha Carter."
An hour later in the briefing room, Major Carter was staring in disbelief at the younger version of herself.
"Sir, this is unbelievable. This isn't supposed to be possible!"
The General turned to her. "Are you sure she's not just from an Alternate Reality?"
"You mean Einstein's Theory isn't just a theory?" Exclaimed the teenager, excitedly. "You've proved it to be fact?"
Carter turned to her. "Ever heard of the Grandfather Theory?"
She nodded. "Of course. Who hasn't?"
Carter's eyes wandered to Jack. "He hadn't."
Sam (Jr.) gasped. "But that's like elementary!"
"I know," she sighed as she shook her head.
"Anyway, I can't tell you anything because it would mess with my future."
"Hasn't my being here already affected your future?"
"General Hammond, may I speak to you in your office?"
The General nodded. They walked into the room, and George looked out the window at fifteen-year-old Samantha Carter.
"Major, what's going on?"
"Sir, I know it doesn't make any sense. But I know that's me. It's not an alternate version of me; it's me from my teenaged years. Having her makes me feel different . . . weaker."
"Samantha, do you have any recollection of this?"
She placed one hand to her forehead. "That's the weird thing, sir. Now, I do."
He looked at her, concerned. "What do you mean, now?"
"I think my memories are being rewritten as we speak."
George looked at her strangely.
Suddenly, the klaxons went off. Sam tried to follow the General at her normal speed, but it caused her mind to swim in dizziness.
She managed to reach the gateroom in time to see her father come down the ramp.
"Sam, it's nice to see you."
He gave her a hug, but he pulled away, studying her. "Sam, you're trembling. What's going on?"
"You need to come up to the Briefing Room."
He looked at her. "What?"
"Just follow me. There's something you have to see."
Then, General Hammond leaned over to the microphone in the Control room. "Jacob, it's good to see you. You're just in time."
They entered the Briefing room and the younger Sam looked up at Jacob. Her face showed utter confusion. "Dad? What are you wearing?"
Sam's head began to throb intensely.
Jacob looked at her, trembling just as Sam was. "Samantha, what's going on?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but instead her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she collapsed into her father's arms.
All right, dun dun dun duhn, now you know why it's not a shipper story, since Jack probably wouldn't have the slightest idea of what had just happened- and I don't write any other kind of shipper stories. Anyway, there's more coming soon. How soon? I just don't know.
Read and review, please! Don't make me get on my knees and beg! (Just picture some fanfic author on her knees, tears running down her cheeks- from laughter or tears, you choose- and a manuscript in her hands for bait.)