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Secrets Have that Funny Way of Being Found Out


"Daniel, who's going to do the translation when you go ancient?" the Colonel asked the very sensible question while pulling away the archaeologist from the… the head-sucking thingy. Another explosion hit nearby. He made the decision that split second and practically threw Daniel out of the way. He moved his head towards the thing and it caught it a mere second later. There was bright light and the pain overwhelmed him.


Sam Carter, second in command of SG-1, looked at Dr Lam desperate to have her rescind her earlier words. "What do you mean he is in coma? But this takes weeks!"

"I'm terribly sorry, Major," the doctor answered in a soft voice. "I know from Dr Fraiser's files what happened, but it seems that the process was instantaneous."

"So what Jack did was totally futile?" Daniel asked with rounded eyes. It should have taken weeks, precious weeks they would have used to get hold of the Asgard and find that blasted City. The Asgard were supposed to be able to help. Truly, he wanted to find the Lost City of the Ancients, but not at this cost. Now Jack was dying and they were no closer to finding the Lost City as before. The archaeologist was horrified at his last thought. Was he turning into another Dumbledore? The end justifies all means? No, he quickly protested to himself. He was merely sleep-deprived, angry and all-around frustrated.

The Colonel was lying on the bed peacefully, as if he was sleeping. The only thing to disturb the peaceful image was the life support equipment that kept him alive. By the time they got through the gate (under heavy fire) he was barely breathing and the medical staff decided to put him on artificial respiration just-in-case.

General Hammond appeared at the door and Dr Lam tactfully retreated back to her office, leaving the commander and his flagship team to themselves.

"I'm being relieved of command," he said in a half angry half sad tone. All heads snapped towards him, except for the ever stoical Teal'c who turned towards him slowly and raised that inquiring eyebrow. Everyone stared at him, either at a loss of words or waiting for him to continue. "Dr Elisabeth Weir is taking over command."

"A civilian?" asked Carter.

"I know her," exclaimed Daniel at the same time. Attention turned to him. "She's a great diplomat, I referenced some of her work for the treaty we made with the Tok'ra. Eh, she's not really fond of the military."

Hammond nodded. Trust their archaeologist to be up-to-date on almost everything. Except maybe hockey scores and Simpsons episodes. "All I know is I've been ordered to Washington to discuss reassignment. I leave tomorrow," he simply answered. He gave SG-1 a sympathetic look, glanced at his second in command for the last time and then walked out of the Infirmary.

Possibly out of the SGC for the times to come.


Daniel stood in the Al'Kesh, looking out of the window, waiting for the coming storm to arrive. He was joined by Teal'c and Bra'tac, whose faces, while wearing their normal blank expressions, did show just hints of apprehension for what they knew they were about to face. Their presence also seemed to emphasize the fact that two of their own were not present. Colonel Jack O'Neill still lay in the infirmary of the SGC facing a still unknown fate. Major Samantha Carter was in the Prometheus, working to make sure everything was running smoothly.

The entirety of Earth's defence was ready and waiting, not that it would amount to much. One Al'Kesh, and one earth spaceship was hardly a force that would cause even a normal Goa'uld fleet pause, let alone the technologically advanced fleet of Anubis', which contained not only Goa'uld technology, but also Asgard and god knows what else.

"Scanners show numerous ships approaching," Teal'c stated in his usual calm state.

Daniel nodded. A moment later the sky began filling quickly with the large Goa'uld ships.

The battle for earth had begun.

"I'm raising shields," Bra'tac said while Teal'c moved to man the weapons. Daniel felt oddly out of place, as there was nothing for him to do at the moment.

Strangely, Anubis did not seem very concerned with the two lone ships standing between him and his goal. He basically ignored them, even as both began firing every ordinance they had. While Anubis concentrated fire on different locations on the surface, the Prometheus and Al'Kesh focused on the lead ship. Where Anubis was without a doubt causing great damage on earth, his ships shields barely rippled.

It became apparent to Daniel very quickly that Earth was about to be slaughtered, and that he would have a front row seat. He wondered if this is what it had been like for him just a year before over another planet, watching Anubis destroy his friends and family. He had been ascended then. He actually had had the power to stop something like this. Sam and Jack assured him that he had tried.

But 'the Others' had stopped him. He had possessed the power and they had stopped him. His pulse began to quicken as his face turned red in anger.

For the first time in several years, Daniel wished to take back the choice he had made back then. He had used a different power then – one the ancients wouldn't take away from him. How he wished he could have it back.

At that moment, just after voicing for the first time a desire to have it back, magic once again obeyed his command and returned to him. It had been waiting for so long – wanting, needing to rejoin those who had rejected it. It could have rejoined forcefully; the ritual that had caused its initial removal wasn't all that strong. But it held off. A forced rejoining was in no one's best interest. And now the time had come. The person – Daniel – was welcoming it back, wishing for its return. So it granted his wish.

Daniel felt the rush, and it took all of his strength not to stagger and fall. He was momentarily confused until his senses adjusted, and the nearly forgotten of power returned to his body.

With one more quick look out of the window towards the battle, he disappeared with a faint, but present, pop.

"Daniel seems to have disappeared," Bra'tac stated as soon as he noticed a few minutes later.

"Indeed. Perhaps the Asgard have arrived to help us. Something seems to be happening," Teal'c answered.

He was right, for Anubis' fleet has stopped firing.


Daniel Jackson appeared on the bridge of what he had correctly assumed to be Anubis' flag ship. It was his first apparition attempt in many years, and as far as he knew, the only one ever attempted in space. His arrival 'pop' was much louder than the one he had left behind on the other ship.

Anubis' first prime noticed him immediately. It didn't really matter, though. Daniel merely pointed his finger at the man and spoke two words: Avada Kedavra. A bright green light erupted from his finger and struck down the Jaffa warrior easily.

Daniel Jackson had just been the first person in history to cast a wandless killing curse.

Daniel turned to find himself facing Anubis. He began to lift his hand to cast the curse again, but stopped. Anubis didn't have a physical body; he existed in some sort of strange spiritual form that was half Goa'uld, half ascended.

"Welcome, Daniel Jackson. Kneel before your god," Anubis said instantly recognizing his visitor. Daniel didn't say anything, but raised his hand and pointed at Anubis, trying to think of what to do. He had no idea what sort of an effect magic might have on a half ascended being.

"What are you doing, waving your hand around? You're no longer ascended, you have no powers," Anubis taunted. Daniel kept silent, but thought two words: Brute Force.

When Daniel finally did speak, it wasn't in answer to something Anubis said, but the incantation to a single spell that hadn't been used in over twenty years.

"Spritus Portus!"

Just as the last time this spell was used, a portal to the spirit world opened up. In a familiar repeat of history, Daniel physically threw himself at his opponent, catching him in the midsection, around the robes that hung on the force field containing Anubis' spirit.

Anubis' yell died as they passed through the portal. Daniel was smart enough to grab onto the edge so that he would be able to pull himself back. He released his hold on the Goa'uld's robes and watched the form begin to float away.

He began pulling himself back when he saw two other forms there, waving at him, both of who were quite familiar. The first, Sirius Black. The second, Janet Frasier. Sirius had one arm around Janet while his other waved in the air. Both of them were smiling happily.

Daniel felt his heart catch in his throat and tears threatened to appear on his face. With one long last look, he pulled himself back. The portal sealed itself back up and disappeared.

In a daze, he walked towards the window so that he could see what effect the loss of Anubis might have, if any.

The battle had completely stopped. Then one by one, the ships began disappearing into hyperspace. The flag ship was soon the only one left, but Daniel could feel the hyper drive generators powering up. With a very loud 'crack' he disappeared.


Daniel reappeared on the Al'Kesh forcing Teal'c and Bra'tac to tense and swing their weapons towards him before realizing who it was.

"What Happened?" Bra'tac asked. "Was it the Asgard?"

Daniel blinked once and then again, realizing that he really didn't know what to say. Finally, he said, "I'll explain on the base."

"What is the fate of Anubis?" Teal'c asked.

"Anubis is finally gone."

Teal'c and Bra'tac shared a look. "Can you be sure?"

Daniel nodded, smiling slightly, "Definitively."

Bra'tac cracked a smile of his own. "Then I must share this news with our people at once. Lok tal, Teal'c."

"Indeed. Lok tal."

With that, Teal'c and Daniel ringed over to the Prometheus.


Daniel hurriedly went towards the Infirmary, Teal'c trailing him in a much more sedate manner. Yes, he knew that he should have first gone to Elizabeth to tell her about the battle, but Jack had been his friend for ten years… was it really that long? And also, he didn't quite know what to tell her. Sure as hell he couldn't just say, 'I'm a wizard, and I sent him directly to the next great adventure?' She'd have him locked up… or maybe, as weird stuff as it happened around the SGC, she might even believe him.

He rounded another corner and practically burst through the Infirmary door. He still couldn't believe it. His magic was back, after more than twenty years. Was that even possible? Daniel wanted to go to Jack and check if he could help his best friend magically. True, some memory modifications would have to take place, but Jack would be fine.

Sam sat next to the bed just as he last saw her. He knew that Sam went up to the Prometheus to man, well, woman the weapons system, but she was already back, and looked just as forlorn as she was when Daniel left Earth a week before.

"Sam," he said softly, "When was the last time you ate?" Her strained smile was all the answer he needed. Daniel turned around as he heard the heavy footsteps behind him.

"MajorCarter," bowed the tall Jaffa. "It is unwise to go long periods without the intake of nutrients." It was clear that he heard Daniel's last words and neither of the two could hold back a small smile at the roundabout way Teal'c chided her.

"I know," she answered, "But I just can't leave him… If only I…" she stopped, clearly fighting back her tears. "I just don't know what to do," she said barely in a whisper before the tears finally started to fall. Daniel could not watch any longer and went to hug her. Teal'c watched over them, silently shutting the door so that no one could disturb his friends comforting each other.


"What happened, Daniel?" asked Sam. They were in the briefing room, waiting for the commander to step in. She suspected that something/someone from the times he was ascended helped, otherwise how could he have defeated the half ascended/half Goa'uld Anubis?

"I'm not sure… All I know if that suddenly a portal appeared behind Anubis," Daniel answered. "And my instincts were practically screaming to shove him into that portal. It looked like the Stargate, but there wasn't an event horizon, just a ragged looking veil."

"Do you think it could have been Oma Desala?" Sam asked, contemplating his answer. She was right, it had to have been ascended knowledge that helped Daniel.

"Must have been. And," he sighed deeply, "it was a portal directly to the next great adventure, I mean death… I almost fell in it… And I saw Janet… and my godfather."

He didn't see Elizabeth standing at the doorframe and intent on stepping into the room after having heard the explanation, but freezing as she heard the term Dumbledore usually used to refer to death. This was entirely too eerily, as if someone was trying to mess with her head.

"You godfather?" she asked as she continued into the room. The archaeologist turned towards her and she gasped. That scar!

"His name was Sirius Black. He was a good man, but he died a long time ago," he answered without noticing the woman's reaction.

Elizabeth just had all of her suspicions confirmed. Someone was trying to mess with her head big time. Harry's scar on a member of SG-1, a portal that was just too similar to the one she created to help Harry defeat Voldemort used on Anubis. Magic was involved here and she would have the head of the North American Wizarding Council if they had allowed a wizard on the base in spite of the Presidential order forbidding it.

Her mind began racing, not paying attention to the others in the room anymore, neither caring about the fact that they had been waiting for her. Whoever this bastard was, they knew she would recognise the scar. That meant they knew about her… Only Dumbledore knew about her, so he must have been involved. Elizabeth's blood started to boil. So the old codger wanted to play again? She squared her shoulders. If Dumbledore wanted to play, she was game. The old man had no clue who he was messing with.

Her eyes narrowed on Daniel finally. "Maybe you should stay on the base so that… certain elements wouldn't get wind of your newfound knowledge, before we figure out what to do with you," she told him. The shock on the fake-archaeologist's face showed her that whoever sent him… this person, it could be a woman under Polyjuice, they weren't counting on this kind of reception. What the hell would they be thinking, impersonating Harry in her presence? Did they have no decency or at least common sense? She stopped at that thought. This was magical folk she was thinking about. They had no decency and/or common sense.

"Elizabeth, I don't…" he started. Whoever it was, someone did their homework. This was Daniel through and through, even down to the gestures and tones. Maybe he was just a tool, under Imperius and charmed in appearance?

"That was an order, Daniel, not a request," she answered in the best commanding tone she could manage.

"You can't give me orders. I'm a civilian," he pointed out. Elizabeth was floored. Wizards went as far as to figure out how military and civilians were affiliated? Well, no problem. She wasn't military either.

Teal'c raised a warning eyebrow and Major Carter looked just about ready to try some of her nastier gadgets on her. Elizabeth was game. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm civilian as well. You better get used to the idea of doing what I say when I say it. Clear?"

She took a deep breath. "You're staying on the base till further notice."

Elizabeth whirled around and left the briefing room and its shocked occupants.


"What do you think that was all about?" Sam asked as her, Daniel, and Teal'c entered her lab.

"This was strange behaviour, even for a Tau'ri," Teal'c observed.

Daniel frowned as he took a seat in one of the chairs. "She didn't even mention the battle. Something strange is definitely going on."

"What are you saying, Daniel?" Sam asked.

"Look, Weir was assigned just as we discovered Anubis' threat. Afterwards, without paying any attention to what was perhaps the most important battle for Earth yet, she came down on me, restricting me to base."

"It is possible that Dr. Weir has been compromised," Teal'c said.

"I'll check it out. A simple background check ought to at least start us off in the right direction," Sam decided.


The computer buzzed slightly as it booted. Sam drummed on the table as she waited for the operational system to report then typed in her password furiously. She wanted intel on Dr Elizabeth Weir, PhD, and she wanted it yesterday. Why was that bloody computer taking so long to start up?

Finally, she was able to start the government searcher the SGC was also signed into; it allowed them to do background checks on people should the need arise. Like when they had to track Seth. Now she had to track her own commander to see if she had some shady background.

The first line of defence surprised her. Okay, she was the commander of a top-secret military base, but not even General Hammond's file had that strong first protection. It took her five minutes of careful work to break through to the most basic information.

Name: Weir, Elizabeth Jane

Maiden name: Weir, Elizabeth Jane

Status: single

Mother: Weir, Elizabeth Anne

Father: Granger, Michael Edward

Siblings: none

That was all. She decided to run a quick check on the family first. She might find something there and maybe she wouldn't need to break into top notch security. It was weird for a child to have her mother's name instead of her father's.

The parents were a dead end. While there was a lot of stuff on them, mainly from dental circles, both of them died over fifteen years before. Sam skimmed over the information. Both of them were dentists, they meet on a conference, then got married. Elizabeth Weir Snr moved to Great Britain. They had one daughter, Hermione Jane Granger. That's strange. So Hermione Jane Granger, for some reason, took up her mother's maiden name and moved to the US.

This could very well have been an important piece of information, but it did not help her right then. She stored it away for future reference. She looked for school records. Now that she knew where to look (i.e. Great Britain) she had a better chance of finding them, and (the non-Goauld) gods were with her.

She struck gold.

Hermione Jane Granger attended Hogwarts School for the Gifted. The problem was the Hogwarts School for the Gifted didn't exist. There was a phone number and an address, but as Sam run both of them, they turned out to be fake. This was about the worst constructed cover story she ever saw. Not counting their own "deep space telemetry" or course.

Sam continued her light reading. For some reason, Miss Granger left her non-existent school before she graduated. Instead, she was home-schooled for a year than took her A-levels in a London high school. This one really existed.

She sighed as she finished. While this was all nice and intriguing, the NID didn't exist twenty years before and thus gave her no real help. Rubbing her hands together, she decided to try to delve into the top-security file anyway.

After hacking her way through the protections, she was disappointed. There was nothing, absolutely nothing to link her to the NID or anything remotely shady. Everything about her was clean. The name change was legal. The moving to the US was legal. Her university records, everything was in order. Why was it so heavily protected, she couldn't even fathom. There was a lot of classified stuff on sensitive international treaties, which would have warranted security. But even then, her clearance should have gotten her through without a hitch.

After the thorough background check, she came up empty handed. There was that nonexistent-school mystery, lot of antimilitary and basically anti-superpower stuff, but she was either very clever or very innocent.

But why in the seven hells did she confine Daniel to the base?

As much as she tried to think the logical possibilities through, there was none.

And she didn't seem worried about Daniel at all. She was very angry for some reason. Yes, she clearly recalled that Weir simply glanced and the archaeologist before blowing up at him.

Sam unfortunately didn't know that in her thirst for knowledge, she tripped several trap wires. Normally, she would have been more careful and observant, but she truly wouldn't have thought that the diplomat and political studies professor would have them.

Because of this, Elizabeth Weir's laptop started beeping.

"New Mail," it said.