Disclaimer: Um... I own none of the characters in this mess of a tale. Really... as weird as they all are, none are original of my own mind. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, eh! Heh... ok, anyways.

A/N: Oh yeah! Aside from the disclaimer above, I know what you're thinking. This girl is a genius! Why hasn't someone thought to put these characters together before now? Well... for all I know someone may have, but to end my random ramblings, I will say I am back... for now. We'll see how long this goes, but without further or do, continue... to yet another short chapter. :end author's notes:

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The park –- Mr. Barries' haven of thought. It was a favorite spot for both man and animal. The two often loved taking long walks or just observing the people as they passed by in their public oasis.

James looked up from his paper. It seemed Porthos had found a playmate; a young girl. She looked about seven or eight with long curly locks floating in the wind. A bright smile lit up across her face as she stroked the dog. It wasn't long before her adult companions brought the dog back to his presumable owner.

A tall woman with short, blonde hair and two men approached Mr. Barrie still sitting on his bench.

"I'm sorry, is this your dog?" she said, holding the dog's collar.

"Yes, I'm sorry for the intrusion." James apologized, "I was just about to take him off your hands."

'Off their hands? Come now, mate...you were nothing more than an almost innocent bystandard!' James shook his head.

"Oh, no problem! We were enjoying the company." The slightly geekish looking man with glasses answered.

"Cassandra." A man holding a dog walked up.

"Uncle Jack!" the little girl yelped, "Look what I found!"

"Looks like I'm too late," said the man, setting down the pup and patting the top of it's head.

"Oh, it's ok, sir," the woman replied, "he belongs to this gentleman."

"James Barrie." he stretched out his hand. The man took it, shaking in return. "Colonel Jack O'neill."

"James Barrie? Wow, I've heard of you." The man in glasses spoke up, "Dr. Daniel Jackson, Archeologist."

"Oh, yes. I used some of your research for my books. It was, uh...quite fascinating." The Colonel rolled his eyes and the woman smirked.

"Samantha Carter," the woman smiled warmly, "but everyone calls me Sam. And this is...Murry." she said, offering the attention of the third man.

"I am most pleased to meet you, James Barrie." the large man said in an impeccable voice.

'You're really weird!' Frustrated again, as if to distract himself, James looked up and smiled at the muscular, and slightly scary looking, man with a hat standing before him.

"The uh... pleasure's mine," he said hesitantly.

By this time the two animals had met and were running about sniffing both ends of each other, getting acquainted with one another.

"Porthos! Come!" Mr Barrie called.

"Eh, sorry 'bout that." The Colonel apologized as he picked up the puppy, "Here sweetie, she's yours." The admirable looking man said kindly to the young girl.

"No, it's fine," James said in return, "But I really must be going."

"Oh, well, here's my card..." the shaggy haired man with glasses reached for his pocket, "if you ever need some information, I'd be happy to do some research for you."

James halfway smiled and accepted the small piece of cardstock with a little nod.

"Yes. Thank you." He said sharply and turned to leave.

"It was nice meeting you!" The blonde woman shouted to the man's quickly striding backside. James threw up a little wave and crumpled the small piece of paper in his hand.

'Rubbernecker...'