A/N: To "dcmom", thanks for your review! I've tweaked Chapter 1 according to your suggestion that there may have been unintended meaning in one section of dialogue. Hopefully it works... Enjoy!

"Carter!," barked O'Neill, leaving the infirmary with his former teammates. "With me."

Turning in the direction of his office, O'Neill marched them double-time back to the small, cluttered room, giving no indication of saying anything further until they had arrived. Closing the door quickly behind them, O'Neill rounded on the scientist angrily demanding, "Is any of what that girl just said possible?".

"Theoretically, Sir, yes," she replied carefully.

"Yes?!," he shouted incredulously, glaring at her.

"Yes, Sir."

"Carter, I'm not sure I want to hear that!," he said, a note of hysterical defiance in his voice.

"Like it or not, Sir, it is possible. If what she says is true, we, or more precisely, the original SG-1, inadvertently created a paradoxical timeline in ancient Egypt. Repairing it at the point of damage would have erased all trace of it from history, but it is possible that the SG-1 responsible for the repairs managed to survive erasure by taking themselves out of the damaged portion of the timeline."

"Carter!," O'Neill snapped, his mouth now a hard line. "Are you seriously saying that we could be the copies of copies, with a daughter from a wild and passionate night we've never had!?"

"Yes Sir," she said, eyes wide with concern.

"And pray tell, what would that mean for this timeline?," he snapped.

"Well, Sir, I think the original Daniel was right. Sending the girl here was the only way to preserve the integrity of the repaired timeline. Since you and I are here, it's less of a paradox for her to be here as well." Sam grimaced at her own explanation. "Truth be told, Sir, I don't know what her presence here will mean for our timeline. But I do know that her presence in ancient Egypt would have been much, much more detrimental."

"Couldn't we send her through that mirror device to the reality her parents came from, just to be sure?"

"No, Sir," she replied quickly. "The quantum mirror is for alternate realities, not paradoxical timelines."

"I'm really not seeing the difference, Carter," O'Neill replied tersely.

"Sir, the girl is from this reality. We changed the timeline, but there was no intermingling between alternate realities. There is nowhere else she could go."

"Well, then, do we go back in time to stop this from happening?," he demanded.

"No Sir," she replied.

"No Sir? Carter, I don't remember your answers ever making so little sense before. Ever!," he added for emphasis. "Surely we have to do something!"

Carter sighed, preparing to launch into further explanation. "Sir, if we were to travel back in time again, we'd be in danger of creating more paradoxical rifts. Now, according to the tape, what's done is done and little harm seems to have come from it. We're best off not tampering any further with the timeline as it stands now."

"Carter!"

"Sir, there's nothing we can do to change this."

The pair stood silent a moment, O'Neill glowering darkly at his infuriatingly brainy subordinate.

"Sir, if her story checks out, I'm sure the Air Force could set her up someplace where we'd never have to see her again. It's not like we did anything wrong. She's an anomalous blip from an erased timeline."

"Not if, Carter, when. When her story checks out. She has your eyes, for crying out loud, and my mouth."

"Yes Sir," she replied quietly, wincing at his assessment.

"You're dismissed," he said, trying his best not to sound overly peevish and failing miserably. As he watched Carter slip silently out the door, he wondered idly what it would have been like to live stranded in ancient Egypt with the beautiful scientist by his side. Deciding that was a train of thought best left unexplored, he turned abruptly to his intercom, barking "Walter, I'm stepping out for some air. Carter's in command until I get back."

"Understood, Sir," crackled Walter's reply, but O'Neill was already out the door.