Stargate SG-0

A/N: I've given you all two chapters in one day, aren't I nice? But, be warned, this is the last of my pre-written materal, and so I can no longer guarantee anything as regards updates. This bit of plot is completely over, though. Not all my stories are this complex, in fact this is the biggest by far, hence my constant – and thus far fruitless – requests for a beta. I do write very nice fluff, in several universes. Hint, hint

"Um, Cherra, where are we?"

"I think I'd better answer that, Jack. It's a nice little desert planetoid under my influence. I adopted it way back the first time I Ascended as a safe haven for fleeing souls, it reminded me of Abydos."

"Ah, I see. Daniel: God is my judge."

"Exactly."

"Hey, Danny-boy, isn't this interfering?"

"Well, no. I'm trying to fix what the Ori have done. Anyway, this is my very own little planetoid. It isn't officially part of the Stargate network: I took the Antarctic gate and put it here."

"That wad destroyed. We saw it blow."

"Yes – nice catch by the way. I took the debris and reconstructed it the picosecond after it exploded."

"And the DHD?"

"The one from Ernest's planet. I salvaged bits from here and there."

"Other broken DHDs?"

"Pretty much."

"Right. Well, how do we fix this little mess then?"

"Well...can we walk?" at Jack's 'sure', he continued "I think I can break through to their real selves, but I need to know which woman is which."

"What's actually been done to them?"

"Well, you know how computer files can be compressed?"

"Of course. Even I'm not that dumb."

"Right. Their personalities have been kind of supercompressed and a new one has been loaded on top. Like putting a new operating system on a computer with the old one compressed underneath."

"Sounds painful."

"Probably was. You don't remember?"

"Well... I thought that was probably cos I called em bastards."

"You didn't. No, you would. Jack, you idiot!"

"They ended a sentence with a preposition. What do you expect?"

"Well, anyway. Let's get back to our tour group."

"Okay. Cherra, you have no memories because...?"

"I had a terrible fever recently. I'm lucky to have lived."

"Right. Genajor?"

"The Ori took my memories from me."

"Ah. Um. Jack?"

"Yeah – hey, where are we?"

"Your memory. Specifically, this is where we talked that time right before I Ascended that first time."

"Ah. Nice and private."

"Exactly. Now, which of them do you think is Sam? My gut says Cherra but my head says Genajor. Those damned Ori sure did a good job naming em. Cherra is a play on Therra, and Genajor is General plus Major. Why can't you just...do to them what you did to me?"

"If I did that to the wrong one it'd just...screw them both, for want of a better phrase. You let me in. You were starting to remember me, and so I just substituted the real me for the remembered me."

"Ah. Waitaminute. Daniel, I've got it! Let me out." He rushed over to the DHD where Cherra and Genajor were talking. "Cherra, you have a mole on your..."

"Hey! How do you know about that?"

"I don't, not precisely. Genajor?"

"No. I've never had anything of that sort, not even freckles."

"What do you mean, not precisely?"

"One of your duplicates once said that you were identical, right down to the mole on your – but then you cut her off. You never did tell us where it is."

"Us?"

"The rest of SG-1."

"SG-1?"

"A team. You and I were both on it, along with Teal'c and Daniel. Daniel took a year off in the Higher Planes and was replaced by Jonas, but you just can't keep that man dead. The team got dismantled about nine years in, but it was re-formed with Cam Mitchell instead of me. Just recently (as in like two weeks ago) we re-formed the original SG-1 with Jonas, but got re-designated SG-0. Colonel Jennifer Hailey heads up SG-1 now. Your name is Samantha Carter. Your mother died in a car crash when you were an teenager. your father nearly died of cancer when you were thirty-two, but he joined the Tok'ra and lived for another four years. I'm Jack O'Neill, and I've loved you for a very long time, though I can't say since precisely when. Oh, God, I'm so glad you're here!"

With a look of dawning hope and wonderment, Cherra/Sam said, "Jonah?"

"Jack, but yeah."

"Oh, God, Jack!"

"An now you feel better? Now I've admitted feeling feelings for you?"

"No." Sam took Jack's face in her hands and kissed him, hard and long. "Now I feel better. I've wanted to do that for oh, so long!"

"Me, too."

"But we can't, can we?"

"No, we can't. Our secret?"

"Yeah. What about Genajor, though?"

"Looks like Danel's helping her right now."

"So, Genajor -"

"Louise."

"Sorry. Louise, why did you get wiped?"

"Partly because I looked so much like you, I think. But mostly – you know that man I said I loved?"

"Whom you couldn't remember, yeah."

Louise took a deep breath. "He was a woman."

"That's it!"

"You don't mind?"

"Hell, no!"

"But – but –"

"On my world, in my country, anyway, it isn't wrong. Some people still care, but I'm sure not one of them. Jack?"

"Given that my – ah – niece is a lesbian, I should hope not."

"Your – ah – niece?"

"Yeah, Jon's kid."

"Ah. Louise?"

She was sobbing, "Thank you both, so much!"

"Come back with us!"

"To Earth?"

"Yeah."

"You'd let me do that?"

"Sure!"

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" She started sobbing harder.

"This is what we do, isn't it?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I've missed it."

"Me too."

"To Oz!"

"Yes, Sir!"

A/N 2: STILL looking for a beta. Anyone? Please? As long as you've seen Nine and Ten so far, I'll accept with alacrity.