AN- Thanks so much for all of the wonderful reviews! It really helps my plot bunnies. Sorry for the long wait, but life has been getting in the way. For those of you who are wondering; this is completely AU, so Anakin never turned to the Dark Side.

AN2- I need your opinion on this; if anyone ever watched the show Dark Angel, I've been thinking about a X-over with either Navy: NCIS, or Stargate SG-1. Let me know if you think I should give it a shot.

Disclaimer- If I owned either Star Wars or Stargate SG-1, I would not-I repeat; would not- be writing fan fiction for fun. I would be lounging around in a luxury penthouse without a care in the world. So, no; I own nothing. I'm simply borrowing the poor things so that I can have fun with their lives.

Chapter 2

"Get to the 'Gate!" Shouted Jack. He was firing his M-16 into the crowd of Jaffa that was rapidly closing on them. Daniel was the first to the DHD. Jack could hear the metallic clang of each chevron locking into place, and the sound of rushing liquid as the vortex swished into existence behind him. Teal'c shot one more blast from his staff weapon before he stumbled through the event horizon, followed closely by Daniel. Jack could hear his 2IC shouting at him to hurry before she was swallowed by the glowing blue circle as well. Satisfied that they were all through the 'Gate and in the SGC, Jack turned his back to the Jaffa and ran as fast as his feet would carry him to the 'Gate. Just as was about to step through, a staff blast caught him in the thigh, and sent him reeling.

He hit the ramp hard on his injury, and let out a cry of pain.

"Medical team to the 'Gate room!" Hammond's voice could be heard over the PA system. Jack barely noticed that the rest of SG-1 was okay. He was simply laying on his back on the ramp, clutching his thigh, when it hit him full force like a tidal wave; Anakin! He reached out to the Force -a difficult task now, because of disuse- and sensed that yes, it was indeed his old Padawan. He groaned in pain as Dr. Frasier and an assistant lifted him onto a gurney, and rushed him to the infirmary. After that, he felt nothing as blissful unconsciousness took him.

Anakin bolted upright in bed, woken by the blaring siren. As the 'Gate opened four floors down, he felt an immense wave of pain. Master! It was his only thought as he pulled on his tunic, and rushed down to the infirmary.

He arrived in time to see a tall, graying man in military fatigues being rushed into ICU, with the tall dark man, the man with glasses, and the blonde woman from his vision. But, in his vision, they were all okay; no injuries, not even a hair out of place on their heads. One simple thought struck him; I need to help Obi-Wan. He walked up to the rest of SG-1 and said, "What happened?"

The blonde looked like she was trying to keep a stray tear at bay. "He was hit with a staff blast just before he came through," she said, "He landed on the injury in the 'Gate room, and passed out." She looked Anakin straight in the eyes. "Who are you, anyway?"

"I..." Anakin debated how to respond. "I'm an old friend." He glanced at the curtain that separated him from the only father he had ever known. "Can I see him?"

Dr. Frasier chose that moment to peek out from behind the curtain. "Knight Skywalker?"

Anakin turned toward her. "Yes?" he inquired eagerly.

"Colonel O'Neill is asking for you, but I don't know why. I don't think he was informed of you being here."

Anakin's heart leapt. Obi-Wan must have sensed him before he passed out! "It's a long story, Doctor Frasier."

The short woman just raised an eyebrow and pulled back the curtain for the Jedi Knight. Anakin walked inside, and his breath caught. His Master's pain was radiating through the Force, and the training bond that had never truly been severed between the two.

"Anakin?" The voice was so weak, he could barely hear it. "Is it you, Padawan?"

Anakin stepped foreword. "Yes, Obi-Wan, it's me."

Obi-Wan chuckled painfully. It looked like he was having trouble breathing. "I haven't had anyone call me Obi-Wan in twenty years. It's nice to hear it again."

Anakin was confused. Twenty years? It had only been ten, by his count. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he caught the tail end of Dr. Frasier's explanation to Gen. Hammond about the situation.

"-some sort of viral agent in the energy particles."

"So my commander of SG-1 was hit by a poisoned staff blast?"

"In a manner of speaking, sir. It's eating him from the inside out, and I don't think I can stop it."

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AN- Dodges thrown rotten produce ok, ok! I know, I love to put my main characters in great jeopardy (as you know, if you've been reading my other fic, "The Ties that Bind"). Please don't kill me, I'll try to update soon!

Btw, roseofthegate, if you are reading this one, I'd love to have you for a beta! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! I was just thinking about how I needed one when I read your review!