He awoke to excruciating pain and nausea. He lay groaning, realizing that the headaches were steadily getting worse. This was the most painful he'd experienced yet. He didn't move for a long time, knowing that the slightest movement would cause him to lose the little bit that was in his stomach.

After a while the pain began to recede, although it was still a fierce ache behind his eyes. Opening them a crack he glanced at the clock by the bed and saw that it was 3:37 am. He'd slept for a while then, but figured that would pretty much be it for the night. The headache would not allow him to return to sleep.

He'd started experiencing the headaches a few weeks after he'd left Washington. At first they weren't too bad, just a dull ache behind his eyes. Used to constant aches and pains from years of punishing his body, he ignored them. As he travelled the roads and by-ways of the country, however, he began to notice that they came more and more frequently. It wasn't surprising, he thought. He had been under some stress lately – he laughed at the understatement – and hadn't been eating particularly well.

It was when they began to get more painful that he wondered if there was something else going on. He didn't think about it too much though, he simply kept knocking back Tylenol and hoping that eventually they'd go away. There were some days that he simply stayed in his hotel room, blinds drawn and a cool cloth over his eyes.

It was only in the last couple of weeks that he'd admitted to himself that whatever was causing the headaches could be serious. A small part of him wondered if he should be worried, that maybe he had a tumor or an aneurism or something. The worry quickly faded, however. Like everything else, it really didn't matter.

This night it took many hours before the pain went away completely. At one point it had gotten so bad he had ended up throwing up. Fortunately, the garbage can was close! It was late in the morning before he felt well enough to even stand up. The cleaning lady had been by but he'd sent her away. He could stay another day in – what was the town he was in? - oh, yeah, the silver capital – Wallace.

The next day he was feeling better although still weak and he kept getting flashes of light in front of his eyes. There was definitely something wrong.

He went back to the little coffee shop down the street and had a cup of coffee, although he found he couldn't finish it since it really bothered his stomach. Standing up, he threw some money on the table and left, the blonde waitress following him regretfully with her eyes.

Okay, where to he wondered? He'd been here long enough and needed to go to a new place. No, that wasn't quite true. He didn't need to go anywhere. In fact, he hadn't been going anywhere from the beginning of this journey; he had been running away from somewhere and someone.

Don't go there O'Neill. Just get on your bike and drive!

It was when he saw the Canadian flag that he realized he'd driven to the border. Deciding that since he'd spent the last months travelling his own country he might as well try a new one he pulled into the short line of cars going through customs. He rummaged around in his pack and pulled out a passport. Always good to be prepared.

When it was his turn he reached over and handed the customs agent his passport. The man looked at it and then at him. The picture was a pretty good likeness although he'd been a bit younger when it was taken.

"Where are you from Mr. Cooper, the guard asked?"

"Uh, Albuquerque, New Mexico."

"And what is the purpose of your visit?"

"Just doing some sightseeing. I've always wanted to see the Canadian Rockies."

The man took one more look at the passport and handed it back. "Welcome to Canada."

"Thanks!" Turning on his bike he drove into the interior of British Columbia.

"Well", he thought, looking around, "there certainly are a lot of trees!"

By the time he stopped for lunch he had a bit of an appetite so grabbed a sandwich and a soda. "Must be that fresh mountain air!" He looked around, soothed for the first time on his journey by the majestic, unspoiled scenery around him. Maybe he'd stay here awhile.

By the time he got back on his bike he could feel the headache coming on. Damn, he'd hoped that it would stay away for a few days at least. It seemed like they were coming every day now. As he drove through the mountains the pain grew worse. Finally, late in the afternoon, he decided he'd better stop at the first motel he came to. His vision was starting to be affected by the headache.

The only problem was that there weren't any. Yes, the Canadian Rockies were majestic; they were also wild. He hadn't even passed a gas station in he didn't know how many miles – or should he say 'kilometers' now that he was north of the 49th?

The crash, when it came, happened so suddenly that he couldn't afterwards remember what had caused it. Had he simply lost control or had some animal or something jumped in front of him? As he sailed through the air he had one last thought; it didn't really matter.

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"I don't know what else to do Sam. We've tried everything." The three members of SG1 were sitting in Sam's living room. It had been four days since they'd left the SGC and they had thought about every possible avenue they could take to locate the General. Sam had even gone so far as to contact some of her father's old Air Force buddies, but to no avail. The man had simply and completely vanished off the face of the earth.

Wait a second, she thought. What if that was the case? What if he'd gone off world somewhere? Maybe he'd been allowed to go through the gate one last time, or the Asgard had transported him somewhere?

"Daniel, Teal'c, what if he's not on earth?"

"Where would he be?"

"I don't know. Maybe Othalla? Or he could have gone to one of the other planets where we have allies."

"It's possible, but I don't know why he would. If we take it as a fact that Jack is innocent there would be no reason for him to leave earth. He would have had no reason to hide."

"What if he's not hiding? What if he just wanted to get away from everything" her voice faded out, "from us."

"I guess, but if he has gone off world it's going to be just as difficult to find him; more difficult probably as we don't have access to the gate anymore."

"Unless we get someone to help us."

"Who? Landry hasn't said anything in all this time and I don't think he's going to. Personally, I don't think he knows anything. Hammond? Well I think he does know something, but he'll never tell."

"What about Thor?" The silence was bitter. She looked at her two friends, their blank expressions saying a lot.

'Yeah, like we can expect help from him. He's the one who accused Jack in the first place."

"But we've never found out why. We've never spoken to him since that day."

"We haven't exactly had the opportunity. It's not like he drops by very often."

"Well, maybe we should contact him."

"How? Do you have an Asgard communicator Sam? The fact is, we're not at the SGC anymore. We can't just dial up our allies whenever we feel like it."

"No, but we still have friends there Daniel. They can."

"Of whom do you speak Colonel Carter?"

"I was thinking Walter or Siler. Heck even Ferretti would do it."

"Would they not be severely disciplined for doing so?"

"Yes, and if it were for any other reason I'd never ask them. But this is to help the General. I think we have to, and I think they'd be glad to help."

In the end it was decided that the person to ask was Ferretti. He was often the duty officer in charge when Landry wasn't on base. That would be the best time for him to try and make contact with Thor. He'd need help however but, when approached, he had said he'd handle it. He hadn't even asked why. They had told him it was to help General O'Neill and that's all he needed.

It was two days later before they heard anything. Sam simply got a call from Walter telling her that they'd sent the 'invitation' to their friend and she should be hearing something soon.

"Sam?" Daniel walked in and sat down on the couch. They were waiting at her house again for any news. None of them wanted to be alone right now.

"Yeah Daniel?" She looked up at the troubled face of her friend.

"Do you think we're doing the right thing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I was just thinking, maybe we're being selfish. Maybe we should leave Jack alone. He obviously doesn't want to be found, doesn't want anything to do with us. Are we being fair to him by looking for him? Will it just be even more painful for him?" He paused for a moment and then looked at Sam. "I wonder if this is more for us, more to assuage our guilt than for him."

Sam sat quietly for a few moments. She was curled into a little ball on the couch. Reading her body language Daniel knew it was a protective posture. Sam was hurting, badly, and was doing everything she could to keep the pain at bay. He thought she looked diminished somehow. Not like the strong capable woman she had proved herself to be over the years.

"I've wondered the same thing Daniel. I've thought that maybe we should just quit, just leave him be. But then something, I don't know what, tells me to keep going, to keep looking for him. Is this just for us? I don't think so. I know he'll never forgive us for what we did. I know I can't expect absolution or forgiveness. I'll live with this for the rest of my life, and it's only fair that I do so. What I can do is let him know it wasn't him, that it was my – our – weakness, not his. I don't want him to add this burden to his already troubled soul. I want him to know that we were wrong, we are sorry, so very sorry – and then I will never trouble him again."

"I guess you're right. I hope so. I just have this feeling we're about to stir up things that may best be left alone."

"Daniel." She stopped, not sure how to continue.

"What?"

"There's something else. I don't know if it's just me or what but I know there's something – some reason we have to find him. I keep feeling like something is wrong, something more than just what we did. I feel like the General is in danger and we have to get to him." She stopped and grimaced. "Am I being foolish? Am I just making up an excuse to go after him?"

"I do not believe so Colonel Carter." Teal'c had entered the room and had been listening for the last few minutes. "I too have such a feeling. I believe there is something very wrong and it is up to us to find out and to 'watch O'Neill's six." The other two looked started and a small grin appeared on their faces. They knew that Teal'c was trying to do his small part in making them feel better.

"Okay – since it's true confession time I'll admit that I've had a funny feeling too. I thought I was being over-imaginative but if you both are feeling the same then I think that we'd better keep looking." Daniel looked somewhat relieved, feeling like they weren't making a huge mistake in going after Jack.

"Indeed, and I believe we must hurry!"

Samantha leaned her head back on the couch. "I just wish Thor would get here!" The words had barely left her mouth when a brilliant flash of light appeared and three human bodies disappeared out of Samantha Carter's living room.

"Whoa! I really gotta say I hate that! I don't know how Jack always handled it so calmly." Daniel looked around to see his two friends beside him. A moment later Thor appeared.

"Greetings SG1. I received your message. In what way can I help you?"

The three friends looked at the little alien who had been their friend for so long. For the first time in their relationship with him they didn't know what to say. They all felt angry and betrayed by what Thor had shown them. They couldn't understand it. He had always been such a Jack supporter that it was confusing.

"Thor." Daniel, as usual, was the first to speak. "We've come to ask if you know where Jack – General O'Neill – is."

Thor looked up and blinked slowly. It was amazing how much expression could be conveyed in those eyes. Right now they appeared confused.

"Is he not at his home or the place he works?"

"No. He's been gone for months Thor. We don't know where he is."

"Have you not used the locator chip?"

"He doesn't have it anymore. He had it removed."

"He did? But we have been monitoring him." Thor walked over to one of his control panels and moved one of the oval shaped controllers around. Immediately a screen appeared and on it a moving 'blip'.

"You see. He is still present in your Washington D.C."

The humans looked on in surprise. It was true, they could see the blip moving on the map, which was clearly of DC. It was Daniel that first noticed something odd.

"That blip – the way it's moving – does it look strange to you guys?" He turned to Sam and Teal'c. Teal'c looked blank, not seeing anything. It was Sam who narrowed her eyes and looked carefully at the dot of light.

"Yeah – it's stopping and starting and moving in a rather strange pattern through the city. Thor, is there any way you can hone in on it. I don't see how it could be the General but we should check."

"Yes Colonel Carter. I will bring the image closer." He fiddled with the controls until the screen became magnified. What they saw almost made Daniel laugh. Yeah, it would be something Jack would do.

Thor realized that the humans, at least Daniel Jackson, knew what had happened. He turned to the younger man.

"Do you understand this?" he asked.

"Oh yeah." The others looked at him in confusion. "Jack obviously took the locator and planted it on a city bus. That way he'd know the Asgard would see it moving around and wouldn't question. If he'd just destroyed it, or stored it, they would have gotten suspicious. This way they didn't check on him. I assume that when looked at from so far away they couldn't tell that it was effectively going around in much the same pattern every day.

"I do not understand Daniel Jackson. Why would O'Neill wish to hide his location? And when did he remove the locator?" Thor was getting worried. His friend and a person of great import to the Asgard people looked like he had disappeared.

"It was right after we saw you last."

"But that was more than a year ago of your earth time Daniel Jackson. He had the locator after that time"

"A year ago? No it was when we saw you six months ago Thor – when you showed us that film of Jack."

Thor simply looked at him, blinking even more slowly. "I do not understand. I was here at that time but only spoke with General O'Neill. I did not see the rest of SG1 as you were not on earth at the time. At that time General O'Neill was helping us with a small problem. I had approached him on behalf of the Asgard High Council and asked him to work together with us. He agreed and the problem was solved to our satisfaction. I then returned immediately to report back to the Council. The last I spoke with him he was planning to go to the SGC to explain to you what had happened. He indicated he did not want to do something like that without your knowledge. He said you would 'whup his ass' if you found out he'd done something and not informed you. I did not see any of you at that time."

The team mates sat stunned, unable to process what Thor was telling them. Their instincts had been right on. Something bad was happening, they just didn't know what it was.

"Thor, something really fishy is going on here." Thor looked at them and nodded. The fact that he even understood Daniel's expression showed how much he'd hung around Jack.

"I believe you are correct Daniel. Please explain to me why you believe you saw me."

"Okay, but first could you tell us what it was that Jack was doing for you? I think we need to get all the puzzle pieces together here to figure out what is going on. Then we need to find the General. I have a really bad feeling about this.

"As do I Daniel Jackson." "Me too Daniel." His team mates spoke up. Thor blinked.

"It came to our attention about eight of your months ago that there was a plot in progress that was being planned by a radical faction on our planet."

"Wow, I didn't know you had radical Asgard."

"We do, however we do not advertise that fact." Thor was a little put out by the whole thing. Sam figured he didn't like having to air Asgard dirty laundry. She almost giggled at that – Asgard clearly didn't have laundry – she wondered what they aired instead. She stopped herself, knowing that her nerves were getting to her.

"As I was saying, the Council was concerned. There were rumors that certain of our citizens were engaged in illegal activities."

"What kind of activities Thor?" She wondered what Asgard crime consisted of.

"As you know Colonel Carter, the main concern of my race is to stop the degeneration caused by generations of cloning. We are working to reverse the effects and to help our people repair the mistakes we made."

The team members all nodded. They knew this well – they all remembered Loki and his little escapade.

"There are those amongst us who still believe that the Tauri are our best hope. Specifically those like O'Neill who are genetically superior." Daniel had a wry thought that Jack would love this. He got a kick out of the fact that he was 'superior' to either of the science geeks, as he affectionately referred to them.

"We found evidence that some of these ones had made contact with people on earth. Together with their human partners they were plannning to steal some of these superior ones and use them in experiments which would supposedly help our race. We knew of only one Asgard who was involved but we were sure there were others. We did not know who the humans were who were involved. We enlisted O'Neill's help to try and uncover the guilty ones. He had to pretend to want to take part in the plot for personal reward. Once he had gained their trust he was to uncover what was going on and the people and Asgard involved would be apprehended and punished."

"And did it work?" Sam asked calmly, too calmly. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she felt sick. This story was familiar."

"Yes. We uncovered three Asgard who were involved. They have been taken back to Othalla. Of the humans there were also a small number. They had been, at one time, a part of what you call your NID. They were arrested. I returned and told the High Council that the plot had been stopped."

"Why did these people and uh Asgard, believe that Jack would be interested in this kind of thing. Surely they knew his reputation."

"We worked with your President to create a 'trail of deception' I believe O'Neill called it. They made it appear that he was in desperate need of money after having lost a great sum due to unwise activity on his part." When the team looked confused he added, "gambling". He also made it appear as if he was ill – that he had 'cracked' was the word he used. He indicated that he could make them believe that he was tired of everything and wanted his 'just rewards'.

All of this sounded very familiar to the team, although it had been presented slightly differently to them by their Thor (or 'DoppleThor' as Sam started to think of him).

"Thor, six months ago we were approached by you – or someone we thought was you. This false Thor told us that General O'Neill was involved in a plot, just like the one you described. But, according to him, Jack was not working undercover but was, in fact, deeply involved for his own sake. False Thor told us that Jack was working with the NID and had 'gone bad'. He claimed that it was the General who had contacted the Asgard and that he was the one who had initiated the deal."

"I know nothing of this Colonel Carter. It was not me and I do not know who it would have been. I assume you did not believe this 'Thor'. Did you tell General O'Neill?"

The three looked sick at Thor's comment. Even the alien immediately knew that Jack wasn't guilty.

"No Thor, we didn't. It wasn't just what this false-Thor told us. He also showed us a video."

"What was on this video?"

"The first part showed Jack bargaining with the Asgard. He told them that in return for providing people with the Ancient gene, he wanted, not only money, but a part of the 'genetic results'. He claimed to want something that would 'renew and restore his body'." Sam stopped, unable to continue. In the tape Jack had talked about his 'girlfriend' and how he wanted to impress her with a new young body since she was so 'sexy'. It had just about killed her to hear that.

Knowing how uncomfortable this was for her Daniel continued. "The next part showed Jack actually delivering some human subjects. There were men, women – even children. With him were also some of his 'co-conspiritors' the people who had obviously helped in the operation. Once he had been paid he turned on the men with him and ruthlessly shot them, killing all of them. When the Asgard seemed surprised he'd laughed and told them that they weren't needed any more, that he had things 'under control'. It was …. really awful Thor."

By the time they had finished their explanation Thor was looking at them with what, for an Asgard, was a very perturbed expression. He began to speak.

"But you did not believe this 'video'." It wasn't a question. He spoke as if sure of their answer. "What did the General say about all of this? I am surprised he did not contact me."

Neither Daniel or Sam could answer; the shame causing them to be mute. It was Teal'c who finally spoke.

"To our shame we believed what we had seen. We believed that General O'Neill was guilty. According to the false 'you' the earth authorities had been notified so we did nothing."

"That's not true Teal'c." said Daniel. "We did do something. We accused our best friend of being a traitor, of betraying earth. We did that."

"But I do not understand." Thor was looking confused. "How is it that you would believe this? You knew General O'Neill well. He would not take part in such a thing."

The surety in which Thor spoke was like a dagger to the friends hearts. Thor, who knew Jack less well than did they, didn't even think twice. He'd known instantly that it couldn't be true.

"We don't know Thor. Maybe it was because it was you – or someone we thought was you. Maybe it was seeing it on the video. It seemed so real. There was no doubt. You – he – indicated it had happened and that Jack would be arrested. We were horrified but we didn't doubt. I don't know why we didn't. We are all so sorry – so ashamed – but we didn't doubt it was true."

"But you have told this to O'Neill now? He knows that you no longer believe him to be guilty?" Thor looked at each of them individually.

"No – we want to – but that's the problem. He's disappeared. That's why we contacted you. We thought you might know something, know where he is. We're worried Thor. We're worried there is something bad happening."

"I'm afraid you are right Colonel Carter. We thought that everything had been solved and the perpetrators captured. It appears now that that was only a diversion, that something much more serious is happening."

"But what?"

"I am not sure but I am afraid O'Neill is in great danger. When I told you about the plot to capture humans for study I was telling the truth. There is a movement, although small, that believes we must do so for our own survival. What you do not know is that the prime target is O'Neill himself. He is more advanced than any other subject we have seen. His genetic material could indeed solve our problems and he has been the subject of much propaganda by the radical faction."

"But I thought you made it so no one could screw with his 'genetic material' after Loki cloned him."

"That is true, however one of our scientists was able to determine a way to reverse that process. He is one of the ones behind the movement to take what we need from O'Neill and other humans like him."

"Was he captured in the sting operation?"

"No – we could not prove that he was involved. The Asgard that we apprehended were, we believe, just 'small potatoes'" (Daniel couldn't help but get a small grin – here was more evidence of the 'O'Neill influence'). However there did not appear to be other activity so the Council has declared the matter closed."

"Can you tell them that it's open again? With the help of the Asgard we can locate Jack, I'm sure of it."

"I do not believe that is a good plan."

"Why not?" Sam asked, frowning.

"Because it is my belief that one or more of the Council are involved. We kept the matter with O'Neill quiet. No one else was to know. I think this must go very high. O'Neill is in grave danger."

"Well, can you help find him then?"

"I will try and assist, but without the locator I am unable to do much. I have only this scout ship at my disposal and I am alone. I can attempt to monitor things but that is all I can do. I am sorry. I will give you this communicator with which to contact me. I will remain in orbit until we find O'Neill."

The members of SG1 were quiet, not sure what to do. They were frightened, very frightened. There was a plot in the works, of that they were sure. What if Jack had already been captured?

"Do you think they have him Thor?"

"It is possible, although the scientist of whom I spoke has been much in evidence lately. He has been trying to stir thing up on our home world. If he had O'Neill I would think he would stay quiet. Also, they would have had to rely on the locator to find him. It may be that by removing that he has saved his life."

"What are we going to do?" Daniel turned to his friends. "We have to figure out a way to find him. We've looked in all the places he could have gone. Where else do we look?"

"I believe we return and speak with General Hammond."

"But Teal'c, he doesn't know anything."

"That may not be true. He said he did not know where Jack was but he may know something. He also told us that he had promised O'Neill he would not say anything to us. That indicates he had a conversation with O'Neill before he left."

"But what makes you think he'll tell us anything now. There's still his promise to Jack."

"I believe when he understands that O'Neill may be in danger that he will relent. We can only try."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. He can only say no. Thor can you – " Before the words had even left Daniel's mouth the three disappeared in another flash of light, only to reappear in General Hammonds' living room.

"What the HELL?" Hammond sat up suddenly from the chair where he had been reading. To say he was shocked was an understatement.

"We're sorry Sir. Thor beamed us down kind of suddenly there."

The General sighed. "What is it now?" He should be used to things like this. SG1 had never made his life easy – or boring.

"It's Jack, General." Before Daniel was able to continue Hammond put up his hand, stopping the doctor.

"I've already told you I cannot and will not say anything. I do not know where General O'Neill is and there is nothing else I have to say."

"Please General, just listen." Sam walked over and sat in the chair beside General Hammond. Trying to speak in a calm, reasonable voice she told the General everything that had happened.

"So that's why you thought Jack was guilty?" When they all nodded he heaved a huge sigh – both of relief and of irritation.

"Okay that explains it a bit, although I'm still surprised you believed it all so completely. I thought your condemnation of him was simply from hearing about the original sting operation. I think Jack did too. He probably wouldn't have been quite so upset if he'd known about the video."

"I don't know General", Sam spoke quietly. "It was still awful of us. We shouldn't have believed it for a second and I still can't figure out why we did. We'll never forgive ourselves, and we don't expect General O'Neill to forgive us either, but we need to help him. We think the Asgard are after him, to use him to experiment on. We have to stop that so please, if you know anything, anything at all can you tell us?"

He considered Sam for a few minutes, clearly struggling with what he should do. On the one hand he'd promised Jack, and himself, that there was nothing that would make him tell his former team anything. But then, that promise had been made without the knowledge that Jack's life was in danger.

"All right. I don't know much but maybe it'll help a bit." The team all looked relieed. At this point anything would be better than the information they had.

George stood up and walked over to a box sitting on his mantle. Opening it he took out three or four envelopes and handed them to Sam.

"What are these Sir?" she asked in confusion. Glancing down at them she could see they were addressed to the General in what was unmistakably Jack's handwriting. Her hands began to shake as she opened the first one. A small note fell out and she picked it up. All that was written on it was 'I'm alive. J.O.' Looking inside each envelope she realized that that was it – there was nothing more. There was no return addresses on the envelopes. Looking at the stamp she could only make out some blurry words but was unable to read them.

"That's it?"

"Yes Colonel, I'm afraid so. Before he left I asked Jack to please let me know that he was still alive. As you can see he took me at his word. He wanted to disappear and only agreed to this out of friendship for me."

"Oh God." Sam covered her hands with her eyes. What had they done to this man that he would give up everything and everybody? He was alive, at least the pieces of paper seemed to indicate that that was the case – but she knew he was only alive in body. His spirit and soul had been dealt a lethal blow.

"Is there anyway of figuring out where they were sent from?" Daniel had walked over and picked up the letters which Sam had dropped. He examined them closely as well. Squinting, he tried to read the postmark.

"I think it says N. Mexico." He looked up at the General. "Does he know anyone there?"

"Not that I'm aware of I'm sure Jack knows lots of people all over."

"Sam? Do you know if he has any friends down that way?" She looked at Daniel, knowing that he had to ask, that he assumed she knew more than anyone about Jack O'Neill. Unfortunately, she simply shook her head.

"Do we know where in New Mexico?" Teal'c also examined the letters. "I see something that begins with the letter A. Is there a place in that state that begins with 'A'.

"Yes – Albuquerque. That could be it. But how does that help us?"

"Can we not go to this 'Albuquerque' and ask if they have seen him."

"I don't know if that would help Teal'c – it's a big city."

"But we do not have any other clues."

"He's right, Daniel. At least it's something we can do. General, should we inform the Pentagon?"

Hammond thought for a moment. There was something niggling at him but he couldn't tell what it was. "I don't think so Colonel. I'll have a private conversation with the President but I'm worried that there may be some moles on our side as well. This seems to have been a well-orchestrated operation. I'd like to know how that video of O'Neill was made."

"Hell, I never thought of that." Daniel looked angry. "Are we thinking of that alien device that is able to mimic members of the SGC?"

"But I thought that was carefully locked up after the last time - when Jack was accused of shooting Kinsey?"

"It was. That's why I think someone with very high security clearance is involved. I'm going to get to the President. We can check out the device but, if it was used, I expect the original is back in its place already. No, there's something going on and I have a feeling that it's not just the Asgard who are involved!"

The team looked very sober, each wondering what this meant and how they could stop what was happening. Eventually Daniel looked up. "Thank you General. We'll let you know if anything happens." Turning to his friends he spoke again. "I guess we're off to Albuquerque!"

As homage to my home country – and the place where Stargate SG1 was filmed –I'm setting part of the story in British Columbia (B.C) Canada. B.C. is one of the most beautiful places on earth with its majestic Rockies and I sincerely recommend a visit. I'd also like to point out that there are trees, lots and lots and lots of trees in B.C. I believe it's where RDA's comment came from – which was then incorporated into the show.

FYI: When I say 'north of the 49th it refers to the 49th parallel, the dividing line between much of Canada and the US. Canadian's often refer to themselves as living 'north of the 49th'.