A/N: I don't own these characters or the shows they come from. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. Fast enough update for ya?

Dr. Janet Frasier tapped the lab results she held, a frown marring her face. Thoughtful, she decided to run the tests on their guest's blood again. She had expected for it to be different, irradiated perhaps by the meteor rocks, but this…she looked at the new results as they came in. They were the same. She closed her eyes a moment, and then dialed General Hammond.

Far in space, three bullet shaped ships received a signal. Claws tapped on their respective consoles, and courses were altered.

"All right!" Pete exclaimed.

Chloe looked over at him, amused.

"You're happy we actually got to find out where Clark and his parents went? I'm surprised it really worked. Getting Cherise to let me look at the logs and leave me alone with their computer for a few minutes was really a stroke of luck. Why Clark and his parents went to an Air Force base in Colorado is beyond me, though."

"No, it's not that." Pete said, his eyes dancing, "I have a date!"

Chloe just shook her head. "Isn't she a little old for you?"

"She's a mature woman. You're just jealous." He replied.

"And anyway it's not a date; she's just coming to dinner at your house and helping you with Math. She's a tutor in her spare time." Chloe responded, having talked with Cherise in her guise of wanting to be a flight attendant-something she intended to get back at Pete for.

"Nope, it's a date. I told you, she digs me." Pete plopped down on a chair at the Torch office, where they had returned to after stopping to get coffee at the Talon.

Chloe returned to her more important ponderings. "I wonder what Clark is up to?" she mused aloud.

Major Carter looked at Clark in surprise. "An alien?" she asked.

Clark took a sip of cold coffee, swallowed, and said, "Yes. I came down with the meteor shower that hit Smallville."

She exchanged glances with her team, and then said gently, "Go on."

O'Neill looked around, checking that the cafeteria was empty. He'd wanted to know the teen's details, but hadn't expected this. Evidently the ploy to put the civilians at ease had worked extremely well.

Teal'c had cocked his head, and was studying Clark with interest.

Hesitantly, Clark began to tell what he knew, with help from Jonathan and Martha.

Lex observed the reactions of the military team. Having just become privy to Clark's secret himself, he was interested to know what they thought.

Daniel blinked, his mind cataloging details, immediately shuffling the many planets and peoples they had visited in his mind and comparing them to what the Smallville natives were saying.

"And that's the powers that I have, so far anyway." Clark finished.

"Wow," Sam said.

Daniel's mind flashed to something else he'd heard in their account. "The second ship we found is yours, then-being covered in a cellar would have prevented the weathering. I knew it hadn't just arrived here!"

"So," Lex asked, looking intently at the team. "Have you come across anything like Clark's people in your travels?"

"Daniel?" asked O'Neill of his teammate.

The civilian member of SG-1 shook his head. "That's what I was thinking about when I heard your story, but no culture that we've met has the same abilities or ships like yours." He fell silent, thinking furiously.

"Teal'c?" O'Neill turned to the Jaffa, who was looking at Clark gravely.

"I also have not heard of people with abilities like yours. If the Goa'uld had learned of such a planet, they would have surely destroyed the threat it represented. However, there are many planets that the System Lords have forbidden to be visited. It is possible that yours is one of those planets."

"Maybe the Tok'ra can help." Sam contributed. "I know we've contacted them, a representative should be here soon." She finished, hoping that the representative sent would be her dad.

Jonathan stretched, surprised to find when he looked at his watch that it was nearly lunchtime. They had been sitting in the cafeteria for hours. People were beginning to trickle in. He felt a vast sense of relief. The military team's reaction had not been as bad as he at first had feared.

O'Neill noticed his fidgeting, and glanced around.

"OK, time to move this to a briefing room. We'll have lunch set up there. Why don't you folks return to your rooms and freshen up, and then we can continue this."

He looked at Clark, and saw him grin at his friend. Evidently, their easy acceptance of his tale had relieved the boy's mind.

O'Neill shook his head. He wondered what the general public would think about aliens from other planets living among them unnoticed. He personally knew about Cassandra, and now Clark. He had a feeling there were probably others. The premise of the movie "Men in Black" ran through his mind and he chuckled.

Seven pairs of eyes turned to him.

He smiled.

"I wonder what Gen. Hammond will have to say about another refugee?" His eyes twinkled, and his team smiled back at him, the Smallville quartet mystified.

TBC :)

A/N: I know I took the cheap way out with Chloe finding where Clark was and Clark telling his secret to SG-1, I sorta got stuck on how to do that right and wanted to move the story along. Feel free to imagine the actual conversations (grin). Next update…not so fast. But soon. Thanks again for the reviews!