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A/N: Okay i decided to rewrite this series into one story, and just seperate it by making the little stories into chapters so here goes, hope you like!

Ch.1

WHAT THE?

Yet again, here I was waking up from being knocked unconscious on some God forsaken plant. P3- whatever so have you.

Grumbling, I sat up slowly. My head was pounding like a jackhammer. I ran my hands carefully over my scalp, checking for injuries. Hm, no blood, must be a good sign. I didn't seem to have any other injuries, so I stood looking around.

Well, gee guys, whatever happened to leaving no man behind? No one was around, anywhere. I figured my best course of action would be to get back to the 'Gate and get home.

Easier said than done. I started getting Iraqi flashbacks; not good when it's over 100 degrees in the shade.

Nothing really looked right. I couldn't place my finger on it, but the growing anxiousness in my gut told me I had to get out of there and fast!

I hit the DHD as fast as I could, but the 'Gate seemed sluggish today. The chevrons locking in so slowly it seemed time stood still. God, I hope this isn't another one of those Damn blackhole planets. I could feel a cold sweat break out over my body.

The trees! The Damn things were stalking me, I swear it! But that was the clincher. They weren't the same trees. Trees were the first thing I ever noticed when Gating onto a new planet. I mean they were the same trees as when we first arrived on the planet, but they just looked different, like they had shifted a foot to one side. I shook my head and stepped throught he event horizon.

Stumbling out of the 'Gate, a wave, no Tsunami of relief washed over me as I felt the steel grating of the ramp under my feet. Oh, God! was it grerat to be back. "Close the Iris!"

Then, that sound. The one that makes your heart drop down straight to your balls. The sound of about 25 M-16s and P-90's aimed, and at the ready, right at you.

I looked around the Gateroom, slowly, takin it in. Everything looked the same, except that is, for... him. I kept my gaze locked on him, my eyes locking with... mine.

"What the...!" No, no, no! I quickly realized what had happened immediately, and new that I was pretty much screwed at this point. I'd be locked in the iso cells or some other holding cell, and they wouldn't believe me. I know, we did it when Samantha O'Neill came through our mirror years ago. "Ah, For cryin' out loud! Not again!" I slumped to the ground at the end of the ramp, leaning my head in my hands.

"Who the hell are you!" I could tell he was trying not to shout at me, but I knew that tone, I'd used it probably millions of times before. There was something else in his voice, though. Fear. I wondered if I had ever let that slip in my voice.

"I'm you," I answered quickly. I stood, unclipped my P-90 and laid it, along with my sidearm, at the base of the ramp. I approached him, noticing his uniform, and saluted sharply. "Colonel Jonathan O'Neill, USAF, Sir!" I didn't try to hide my sarcasm and I could tell he knew it.

"Colonel," he replied, nodding. He walked over to a box on the wall and pushed a button. "SG-1 to the Gateroom, Dr. O'Neill to the Gateroom."

"Hey, we don't have any of those," I joked, hopefully releasing some of the tension. Wait... Did he just say...? "Dr. O'Neill?" I questioned him.

"Uh, yeah. My wife."

I knew what that meant. I'd seen it before. Thirteen, well, fourteen universes, thirteen Jacks with enough balls to end up with her. I wanted to know, though, find out how different this reality was from ours.

"Sara?" I asked. So far my original marriage to her was the one thing that stayed the same in every reality.

"No," he said quietly, shaking his head.

The door to the Gateroom opened and I watched Daniel, Teal'c, and Major Charles Kawalski, well Lt. Col. according to his uniform, enter and stand at attention in front of Jack.

My jaw dropped at the sight. "Teal'c, what's with the hair?" There was about an eighth of an inch of fuzz growin' on top of his head, and no sight of the gold tattoo of Apophis on his forehead. He gave me a fleeting glance before returning his gaze to Jack. "Sorry."

That's weird, talking about myself, him, using my own name.

Daniel was standing next to Teal'c at attention, in full uniform. His hair was close cut, Air Force style, still the same shade of brownish blonde, with just a little grey poking through. The first thing I noticed was that he had no glasses or contacts. Small difference, but obvious to me.

What astonished me the most though, was when Jack referred to him as "Major Jackson". Daniel? In the Air Force? Never would I have imagined that one.

"Major Jackson, would you please escort 'Colonel O'Neill' to one of the holding cells, for now." He gave me a skeptical look and glanced up at the control room window.

I followed his gaze to see Carter standing, watching us from above. I could only see her from the shoulders up. His Sam was just as beautiful as mine, but there seemed to be more joy written on her face. I saw that look a few times. When her dad was still alive after everyone thought he was going to die from terminal cancer, when I returned from Edora, though she doesn't realize that I saw her, and when she found out that I care about her, a whole hell of a lot more than I'm supposed to . Of course she's happy though, she's got him, just like he's got her. But, there's something more to her. The look on her face says so much more.

I turned back to Daniel, realizing my presence had just dawned on him. The look of shock and disbelief on his face evidence that he hadn't noticed me before. He quickly shook it off and motioned for me to follow.

"It's okay, Space Monkey, you'll get used to it," I tried to reassure the baffled scientist. No, Jack, the baffled Major. He shot me a glare over his shoulder.

"So," I decided to break the ice. "How'd you end up in the Air Force? Our Jackson's an archeologist, through 'n' through." I grinned at the thought of our Jackson's antics. "he susally ends up in the infirmary after every mission."

"Couldn't pay for college. Let the Air Force do it for me. I am an archeologist," he replied. This was the first Daniel whowasn't just like ours, dead or never have been involved. He was actually quite the contrary, and cocky. Reminded me of me in my younger years. Maybe that's why I got along so well with ours, there was that little hidden piece of him that he let get along with me.

We approached the holding cell. It looked just like the ones we had back atht eh SGC. I wasn't really surprised, it was always the same. I politely stepped inside. I'd learned my lesson after the first time I'd accidentally ended up in an alternate universe and had gotten my knee smashed in. They had thought I was some new Goa'uld weapon.

"Look, I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but you'd better just save it for the General." He shut the door behind me and I could hear him walking away.

Now it was time to figure out how truely different our realities were. Sam and I are married, normal AU for what we've seen, Daniel's military, that's a first, Teal'c has hair, not so strange, but no gold tattoo, and Kawalsky's alive again, pretty normal, but had gotten a promotion. Now I just had to find out about Hammond, and not to mention it was pretty obvious Carter'd never been military.

I paced my cell like a trapped tiger, literally. I was starting to seeth, even though I've become pretty used to this, it being my thirteenth alternate universe, Daniel being to one without us. I just didn't understand how I got here. I couldn't remember seeing any sort of those quantum mirror things or whatever, I dont' know, that was really Carter's area of expertise.

I sat on the bed, finally deciding to relax until someone came for me. It was a little unnerving. This was the first time I'd ever been in this situation without Carter and I wasn't too sure I could explain any of it to these people. I mean, yeah, I sorta understand it, but I'm no diplomat and she could explain it so much better than I ever could.

The door opened and Jack stepped calmly into the room. He stood silently in front of me, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, deep in thought.

"Follow me," he said, finally, as if it had been the hardest decision of his career.

I stood and followed him to the briefing room. I knew they'd be there, we always went there. The ensammble was a little different though. There was a kid, maybe about fifteen or sixteen, looked just like I'd always thought Charlie would at that age.

"Charlie?" I barely choked out, my voice catching in my throat.

The kid's head shot up and I watched Jack's eyes drop, full of sorrow. He had caught the hope in my voice.

"Sorry," Jack said quietly. "I take it yours is...?" He trailed off. He started clicking his pen rapidly, a sure sign he was nervous.

"Dead? Yeah," I answered abruptly. I was still hurting from Charlie's death, and so was he I could tell. I knew I had been getting my hopes up, but we had seen it twice before. Once, nothing had happened, but Sara had still left me. The other, Charlie had shot Sara, not himself. Both situatios were just as bad.

"Shot himself?"

"Mmm hmm," I nodded back.

"I take it you and Sara stayed together?"Jack looked at me, I saw a spark of hope in his eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

"The first hame to exit your mouth when I mentioned my wife." Yeah, so I had. I mean it was the logical choice.

"She left me, during the Abydos mission. I cam home, my things were packed so I moved out," I shrugged. It was old news, who cared.

"I'm sorry," Jack replied. Wow, this man was deffinitely not me. This universe was far different than I had originally anticipated.

"So, who's this?" I asked him bluntly, shoving my thumb in the direction of the kid. The curiosity was driving me nuts.

"My son, J.J." he answered. I could see the pride shining in his eyes.

"Dad!"

"Sorry... John." Jack smiled, teasing the boy.

I watched them carefully. This had never happened in hte other realities. Well, we had come across on where Sam had been pregnant, but that was the closest it had gotten. "Hmmm. So I can figure out what's going on, could you give me your history? I need to know where we differ."

A/N: okay there's the beginning. Next few chapters will all be the history of the au. thanks! please review.