A/N Sorry about the delay in this; my beta is weighed down with real life issues and I've been waiting patiently, but I thought I'd get something up to give you the next taste. Again, unbetaed by anyone but me so any mistakes are mine alone.

Disclaimer: Forgot to add this to Chap 1, but here it is. I don't own them, I don't own their worlds or their mythologies. I have my own characters and worlds and mythologies, but there's just something damn fun about playing with Harm, Mac, Jack, Sam, Danny and T.

Chapter 2

Harm eased the SUV into a parking spot at the Washington Athletic Field and killed the engine. Turning towards his passenger he raised a single eyebrow. "Alright Jack, don't you think it's time I learned something more about this job than 'it's fun' and 'it's in the military'?"

"All in good time Harm, all in good time," Jack answered with a chuckle. "Oh good, they're here already. Unlock the back doors."

Glancing outside Harm saw two people approaching the SUV; a slender, well built man with glasses and a blonde woman with her hair cut short. Both wore dark clothes and had the same dangerous look to them that Jack had. "You sure you're not spooks?" Harm asked as he unlocked the doors as ordered.

"General," the woman greeted Jack as the man and woman sat down on the back seats of the vehicle. "The immediate area is clear and…Murray is in the van keeping an eye on things."

"Good job Carter. Hey there Danny."

"Jack," the man in the back seat nodded in response and then looked at Harm. "So this is him?"

"Commander Rabb, Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter and Doctor Daniel Jackson. Guys, Harmon Rabb," Jack did the introductions with a wave of his hand. "You'll meet...Murray later."

Harm didn't miss the fact that both of the newcomers were carrying concealed sidearms, nor did he miss the way Jack's eyes had started scanning the immediate area again. "Nice to meet you Colonel, Doctor. So am I going to get some answers now?"

"He's cleared sir?" Sam asked seriously.

"Yes, I'm clearing him and he's already been reactivated so I can order him to zip it if I have to," Jack said smugly. "Harm, what you're about to hear is classified. It is so classified that you can't even think about it if I say not to."

"What do you mean I'm reactivated?" Harm asked in shock.

"I took the liberty of cutting some orders for you; after reading your file I had a feeling you wouldn't say no. Now then, have you heard of Cheyenne Mountain?"

"Sure, big cold war bunker converted into some kind of Air Force special deep space programme? Space radar and all that jazz?"

"Mostly right Commander, deep space radar telemetry," Sam took over from Jack. "But that's just what the world at large knows."

"If you are waiting for me to be surprised the military is keeping secrets from the people, you're going to be waiting a long time. I've been in on more than one investigation."

"Ever heard of the Stargate project?" Jack asked suddenly serious.

"Can't say as I have."

"Danny?"

"Commander, I guess I should start at the beginning. In the forties an archaeological expedition to Egypt uncovered something beyond everything they've ever dreamed..."

"Danny, no history lesson, you can tell him that later. Just tell him what he needs to know about the Gate today."

"Daniel, let me," Sam said with a smile. "Commander, what you need to know is this; for a number of years the Air Force has had the ability to send special exploratory teams to alien worlds."

"Let me guess, you have secret space ships?" Harm asked with knitted brows. "I'm sorry, but maybe you should be talking to Bud; he's into all the sci-fi stuff, not me."

"I assure you Commander that this is not some sci-fi story. And no, we don't use a ship, although we now have a number of them in our arsenal. We use a device that we call the Stargate to travel to these distant worlds. Basically what it does it create a localized wormhole with the event horizon tipped onto its edge. As material passes through the event horizon it is de-molecularized and then reconstituted at the far side where another wormhole event horizon is anchored by another Stargate. It's really quite amazing actually..."

"Techno-babble, Carter," Jack warned.

"Right, sorry sir."

"Riiiight," Harm said skeptically. "Distant planets, wormholes, space ships. Gotcha. Who put you up to this? Keeter? Tuna?"

"I can understand your disbelief Harm," Jack said with a chuckle. "If I hadn't been living it for most of the last decade, I wouldn't believe it either. It is, however, very real. And very deadly. You wouldn't believe how much paperwork I have every month because we need a replacement because some Gould killed one of my men. They're so inconsiderate of my time really."

"And this is on the level?"

"Completely. We're mostly an Air Force operation, however we've had Marines serving on the base for years now, and most recently we've started adding SEALs to the mix. That's where you come in Commander. I'm forming a new SEAL/Marine team and I need a good man to take command of it."

"And you couldn't find a marine or SEAL officer?"

"I need a man who can get things done, and stay alive while doing it. You've proven you've got the ability Commander, and you bring your people out which is always a nice bonus. Add to that that you will not leave a man or woman behind, no matter the personal cost; I like that in an officer Harm. I respect your service record, and I think I'm going to respect the man."

"Couldn't you just order me to join up sir?"

"You know it doesn't work like that Commander. We're technically a Special Ops outfit; one hundred percent volunteer. We approach likely candidates, but we don't order them to join up. The choice is yours and yours alone. Here," Jack held out his hand with an airline envelope in it. "That's a ticket to Colorado Springs leaving tomorrow morning. Take tonight, think it through and then come out for a little show and tell. If you decide not to come, this conversation never took place, your commission goes back to reserve status and you are never to think about this again. Understood?"

Taking the envelope gingerly Harm could feel the wheels turning in his head. He could serve again, it wouldn't be at JAG or on a carrier, but he could serve again.

"I'm sure I don't need to remind you that as classified material you are not allowed to discuss this with anyone," Jack added as he opened the SUV door. Getting out he turned back to face Harm. "Harm, you don't know it, but the planet's at war and has been for a long time. We need good people, and you have what it takes. Just because it sounds all techno-babble and sci-fi-ish don't discount it."

Nodding silently Harm watched the three people leave his vehicle and move off towards a dark van where a very large black man got out of the van and nodded at the grey haired general. Maybe he wouldn't have to look for work after all.