Traveling Daughter

Chapter 6

Based upon Stargate SG-1

- . - - - . - Time in Reality: 00:00

Cassie, again, found herself in a house. This one, however, she didn't recognize. She took a few steps into the living room and examined some of the pictures on the walls. Nothing. Nope. She was in a stranger's house.

This was not good.

Sneaking towards the door, all the lights turned on suddenly.

"Don't move!"

She froze and slowly turned around. Nope, she didn't recognize this guy either, but he had a gun. He had a shotgun, excellent home invasion defense weapon.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asked. "And what the hell are you doing in my house?"

She held her hands up. "This isn't what it looks like."

"The hell it isn't!"

"Listen, just listen to me for a second."

The man waved the gun back and worth. "Why don't you just shut up and wait 'til the cops get here."

"That really isn't necessary," Cassie said. "I just need to call someone at Norad. Okay, that's all I need."

"Well, you'll get one phone call. Or, at least, you will if you don't move. I will shoot you."

Cassie didn't move and kept her hands in the air. This guy had an aggressive stance and his finger was lying along the outside of the trigger housing. From the way he held the weapon, she knew he was familiar with it and wouldn't hesitate in shooting her.

Not long after, she saw police lights outside and there was a knock at the door. The man sidestepped to the door, not taking his eyes off her, and opened the door. "Good evening, officers," he said, sidestepping again to give them space to come into the room. "I found this woman in my house. She claims it isn't what it looks like and wanted to make a call to Norad."

One of the policemen pulled his weapon, while the other handcuffed her.

"I need you to call Norad," she said, "and ask for whoever is in charge of the SGC."

"Alright, hold on a second," the cop behind her said.

"My name is Captain Cassandra Carter. I'm in the Air Force and I need to talk to someone at Norad."

"Hang on, Captain," the other one said, already having holstered his weapon. "We'll call them on the way to the station. Either way, you're looking at breaking and entering, so you'll have to come with us."

She sighed heavily, as he cuffed her hands behind her back "Fine."

- . - Time in Reality: 00:33

Cassie was irritable through the entire check in process. She didn't have time for this. She was only going to be here for just over an hour. They were wasting her time. At least she wasn't handcuffed anymore. They left her in an interrogation room with the cup of coffee she asked for.

Finally the door opened, admitting a man. He was middle aged, generally good looking. There was a familiar quality about him, but she couldn't put her finger on it. He wore jeans and a leather jacket over a plain button up shirt.

"I'm Cameron Mitchell," he said.

"No you're not," she said without thinking.

He stared at her. "I don't think you're in a position to tell me who I'm not. I know for a fact that you're not Cassandra Carter. I know Cassandra Carter, and you're not her."

"And I know Cameron Mitchell, and you're not him." Well, he did have the Cameron Mitchell accent, but that didn't mean much.

Again, he just stared. "It seems we're at an impasse." Finally he sat down. "How do you know about the SGC?"

"I work there."

He shook his head. "No you don't. I do."

"Listen, I am Captain Cassandra Carter. I am a member of SG-6, and have been for three years. Recently, there was an accident with one of my experiments and I started jumping realities. I really need that Sodan Cloaking Device back. If it's not on my wrist in another," she glanced at her watch, which they finally gave back to her, "forty five minutes, we're going to have a big problem."

"Problem?"

"Yeah, it's gonna jump without me and you'll be stuck with me."

He nodded slowly. "You're on SG-6, you say. Who's on it with you?"

"You work at the SGC and you're having trouble swallowing this?! Crazy shit like this happens all the time!" She banged her fist on the table.

"I'm waiting," he said with a bit of a smirk, and leaned back into his chair.

"Major Daniels, Captain Stevens, Doctor Reinquist and myself. Want more names?! Cameron Mitchell commands the SGC. He's good friends with my mother, Sam Carter, who is now the ground coordinator for the F304 fleet, but before that she commanded the Hammond, before that, Atlantis. We all work for Jack O'Neill."

"Wait," he held up his hand. "You said Cameron Mitchell is the commander of the SGC and that Sam Carter still coordinates the F304 fleet?"

His interruption threw her off balance a little. "Yeah, why?"

"My dad and your mom have been retired for fifteen years."

"What year is it?"

"2052." He paused. "You're actually Cassandra Carter, but from a long time ago."

She nodded.

"Alright, let's go," he stood up.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the Mountain. I suppose you'll need some of the alternate reality stuff to figure out how to get home."

"Actually, I've already done that. I just need to make a few adjustments and try to factor in time a little better. See, I went forward in time, instead of back."

Mitchell nodded. "I can see how that would be a problem."

"But, I think I'm getting closer," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"This is the first reality I've been to that my mom is actually my mom."

"Who's you're mom everywhere else?"

"Janet Fraiser."

His eyes widened. "Really? No kidding."

"What?" Cassie asked, seeing his surprise.

"Janet Fraiser is my mother."

"Really?! No kidding?"

"Small multiverse, right?"

She laughed. "Very small."

- . - Time in Reality: 01:04

Cassie glanced at her watch, realizing she was running out of time. She tweaked one of the capacitors again and watched the display on the connected tablet change.

"You're running out of time," Mitchell said.

"I know that," she snapped.

"So any time now would be good."

"Shut up!"

He did, for a moment or two. "Thirty seconds," he warned.

She shushed him angrily. If she was going to get this done in thirty seconds he was going to shut up.

"Twenty seconds," he said again.

"I will kill your father when I get back," she growled, warning him off.

Mitchell held his hands up in surrender.

She tweaked one more capacitor, and . . . "HA! I got it!"

There was a blinding flash of light.

- . - - - . - Time in Reality: 01:07.5