AN. See I'm back. And on with the story, and please, tell me if I'm going way over the top. And a revision on last chapter, if you can remember. I meant to have Daniel asking if Jaffa have naquedah in their blood, not Beckett, cause he answers himself a paragraph later.

"Ha ha, looks like big ol' Ba'al the baddy got his butt kicked, " laughed Vala. Ba'al glared at her while she contemplated the alliteration that just left her mouth.

"Shut it," said Ba'al, not using his Goa'uld voice when he was no longer in the presence of his Jaffa.

"You have no idea what just attacked you, do you?" Vala looked at Ba'al, taking pleasure in the slight fear he betrayed.

"Oh, and the all knowing Vala Mal Doran knows?" scoffed Ba'al. "Those things weren't from our galaxy."

"And how would you know?" asked Vala, in a singsong voice that she knew pissed Ba'al off. "Us of all people know that the Goa'uld," Vala paused as if she was passing on a dreadful secret, "aren't all knowing either." She laughed at the look of incredibility that took over Ba'al's face. "But, I think I'm not going to tell you where I've seen them before."

Ba'al looked at her and rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand the woman, which was no secret throughout the galaxy. Hell, even as Que'tesh he couldn't stand her. Well, no one could because Que'tesh was an expert at ripping everyone off, including Ba'al. He was shocked to the see the similarities between the Goa'uld and its host.

But his plan had most definitely not gone the way it was planned. Vala's lover, Daniel Jackson, hadn't come daringly to the rescue. Ba'al had found a part of a tablet in some ruins where he had set up his cloning labs. The writing was unlike anything he had ever seen. Ba'al was chagrined by the fact he was going to need a Tau'ri's help to figure it out. Even though he isn't a god, he's still a more advanced being than humans.

"Yo, Bally?"

Ba'al almost jumped in surprise, but thankfully he didn't. That voice didn't belong to Vala, but it did belong to a member of SG-1. "Colonel Mitchell, glad you could join us." Ba'al had gone back to his Goa'uld voice but hadn't turned around.

Mitchell looked around, "Ya, I figgered I'd come out and check the scenery. Wat up?"

Ba'al didn't pretend to understand the sudden change in inflection in Mitchell's voice but turned. "Did you come here to save me the work of capturing you?" he said with a smirk.

"I came to negotiate."

"You have nothing I could possibly want."

Mitchell's eyes flicked to Vala, then back to Ba'al. "Ah, but I do. You obviously want something we have, or else you wouldn't have captured our girl over here, cause we all know she drives you up a wall."

"Oh?"

"Well, she drives everyone back home crazy, that's really no secret. Yeah, I gotta tell you Vala, it's been real quiet since you've been gone. Sam tells me it reminded her of the first time General O'Neill left.

"Well, if you want Vala back, then bring Daniel Jackson to me. He has what I want."

"I see, you want info."

Ba'al inclined his head slightly. "In a manner."

"Well, I got info that you're really gonna want to know. It's about the green guys that kicked your ass. If you want it here are the coordinates that you'll give us Vala, and we'll give you all our intel on the Wraith."

"You do realize the planet we're on doesn't have a gate?"

"There's one the next planet over, no one will bother you, we promise."

"You speak for the Jaffa?"

"No, I speak for Teal'c, and he speaks for the Jaffa."

"Very well."

Colonel Mitchell and Colonel Carter were joined at the gate by General O'Neill, Landry, and President Henry Hayes. "Sir, Generals," said Mitchell.

"Who are we waiting for Colonel?" asked Hayes.

"Daniel has just radioed in from Pegasus sir, he and the Atlantis team are coming in now," said Sam. As she finished the gate started activating.

"Incoming wormhole!" rang the intercom. "It's SG-1's IDC."

Landry turned to the door. "Let 'em in Walter!"

"Yes sir. Opening iris!"

Hayes looked in wonder at the opened gate in front of him. Daniel Jackson, Elizabeth Weir, and Colonel Sheppard's team, plus Carson, walked through the gate. John snapped to attention when he saw the president, and Carson, Elizabeth and Rodney stood respectfully in front of him. Teyla and Ronon looked at him, confused why everyone was acting so strange.

"Uh…who are you?" asked Ronon gruffly.

Hayes looked Ronon up and down, but his eyes rested on the gun at his side. "I'm Henry Hayes, President of the United States of America."

"Oh…ok," responded Ronon, still not grasping who this guy was.

Daniel sidestepped the president and looked right to Jack. "Jack, anything on Vala."

"Whoa Danny boy, its not everyday you get to meet the president of the United States. Be polite."

Daniel stopped short and he flushed a bright red. "Oh…sorry sir. I uh…sorry," he finished weakly.

"It's okay Dr. Jackson. I understand your worry for Ms. Mal Doran." Hayes winked, and fiddled with his finger, which Daniel then realized sported a wedding band.

"Dr. Jackson, Dr. Weir, I think it's best if we continue this conversation in the briefing room," said General Landry.

When everyone got settled Colonel Mitchell stood up. "Sir, I have confirmed that Ba'al does have Vala. She isn't hurt, in fact, I think Ba'al is the one suffering the most from her captivity." There were chuckles from the members of SG-1, knowing the relationship between Vala and Ba'al all too well. "He's agreed to trade Vala for intel. He did want you, Jackson, originally, but I believe that was before our friends from the Pegasus Galaxy showed up." Mitchell sat down next to Daniel, who looked much more relieved now that he knew Vala was unhurt.

Sheppard was the next to stand up. "Alright, my team will accompany you too the rendezvous sight. We'll give this Ba'al character all the intel we've got on the Wraith, which is quite a lot. Also, we may have an idea why the Wraith are here, despite the massive feeding grounds.

"As you know, we've discovered the Aurora class Ancient warships. These ships can get to our galaxy if they want. Their hyperdrives are slower than Asgard drives, but they still get here."

"Colonel, that still doesn't explain how the Wraith can get here. I remember a report from Dr. Weir that said the Wraiths don't have the technology to get here. So what if the Ancients do, they're on our side anyways."

"The Replicator-Wraith war. The Replicators use Aurora class ships. They've never come to Earth because that's outside their programming. They have no need for it, especially since they are out to kill the Wraith. The Wraith could have taken a warship and stolen the technology."

"I see."

"Also, if the Wraith move to this galaxy, there are no Replicators. The Wraith are cowards, if they can avoid a fight they will, and this galaxy is better for them anyways."

"Now don't be so sure, Mr. Dex-."

"Specialist."

Hayes looked confused. "Excuse me?"

"Specialist Dex, that's my rank."

"Oh, well, Spec. Dex, none of the planets in Pegasus are as ably equipped to fight a battle such as this."

Both Teyla and Ronon frowned. "My planet had an excellent army."

John put his hand on Ronon's shoulder. "Easy big boy. He's right. The Satedan's still use projectile weapons."

Jack sat back in his chair, and looked like he was thinking. "Sheppard's right, as much as I hate to admit it. The Wraith wouldn't find themselves just fighting humans. They'd be fighting Goa'ulds and Jaffa, who have advanced technology. Also, look at the butts we've kicked. They've been pretty big, and we've done it with minimal manpower. We've never gone up against the Goa'uld or the Ori with even a full regiment. The largest ops we've run have been the size of companies, maybe.

"Mr. President, I know this isn't my area of expertise, but Earth is no longer under direct attack. Now I've always been against making the gate public, and all the "realities" we've seen it happen, it hasn't been good."

"What are you saying Jack?"

"We have around 1.5 million active duty military personnel, with another 1.5 in the reserves. I highly doubt the Wraith have ever fought a well organized military that large."

Ronon shook his head. "I don't know, the Ancestors use to control the whole galaxy."

Sam was running some quick numbers through her head. "Ronon, I think the General's on to something. That's just the US military, and we're not even at war. When we are that number skyrockets. Plus, that's just the US, it doesn't include the UK, France, Japan, Russia, and definitely not China. Plus, you have the Jaffa, and the human elements on other planets that have militaries. I guarantee it, if we were to unify the entire galaxy against the Wraith, they'd stand no chance. That's at least a billion soldiers, right there."

"Colonel Carter, as much as I approve of your enthusiasm. The stargate isn't ready to become public."

"I know that Mr. President. So what I'm saying, is switch out the majority of Earth's armies for another one. Don't just give Ba'al intel, offer him an alliance."

"Carter," warned Jack. "I doubt Ba'al would agree to it."

"But sir, he wanted to ally with us against the Ori. We said no, because he wanted command. So why don't we give it to him."

"Colonel Carter, that Jaffa would never agree with that," said Teal'c.

"Yeah Sam, Ba'al's never been one to play nice in the sandbox," said Mitchell. "And knowing Ba'al, he'll lead the army and then turn it into a powertrip. Try to come out on top, take control of the armies."

The entire table was silent as each new idea was shot down. Finally Teyla spoke up. "Dr. Jackson, why did Ba'al want you?"

"Actually, I don't know."

"Then perhaps don't you think we should find out? It could give us some useful insight."

General Landry looked at the president, and got approval. "That settles it then. SG-1 and SGA-1, head to the rendezvous planet with the intel, and Doctor Jackson, find out why Ba'al's so interested in you. Jack, you lead it."

"Sure thing Hank. Alright, we move out in an hour."

SG-1 got ready in a separate room than Sheppard's team. Mitchell looked at the old team, got dressed quickly and went to the gate room. Jack looked at the colonel's retreating back, "Well, he moves fast."

"Well sir, it's the old team again, he's probably feeling a little intimidated."

Daniel, for old times sakes grabbed his old boonies hat. "You know, despite the reasons, it feels good to be back in the old team. You know, just the four of us, when it was just the Goa'uld and the Replicators. No Ori or Wraith. It almost seems like things were quieter back then."

Jack chuckled. "Ah yes, you know when your getting old when you miss the days where a snake in the head meant you were a bad guy." He looked down at his watch. "Alright, lets move."

They walked to the gateroom together and were met by Mitchell and Sheppard's team. They waited patiently for the gate activation. When Harriman's voice called out, "Chevron 7 is locked!" they all turned to the gate.

"Alright campers, let's go," called Jack, and two premier teams walked through the gate, led by General Jack O'Neill, who was pretending for a moment that he was a colonel again.

AN. I know it took a wicked long time to get this out, please don't hate me. Tell me how its going, so if its bad I can fix it, I promise.