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AN: Sorry this took a while; writer's block and real life came together and made it difficult, you know

Truth and Revelations

As he stood on the bridge with the other members of his team, Mitchell could only cross his fingers and hope that Odyssey had reached this planet in time; after all the effort that SG-1 had gone to in order to rescue these guys originally, it would suck beyond words if they turned out to be dead now.

In many ways, while the original SG-1 had defied direct orders and risked Earth being essentially conquered while they were away during their rescue, the mission with SG-10's rescue was one reason why he'd always wanted to work with the rest of the current team when he'd started at the SGC; anyone who'd go to those kind of lengths to save another team even after five years had the kind of courage and dedication that he really wished he could see more of.

The thought that the lengths they'd gone to in order to save SG-10 should just be cut short like this...

He almost didn't hear the sound of the Odyssey crew confirming that they'd discovered SG-10's subcutaneous transmitters, even if he definitely noticed when the team had materialised in the middle of the ship's bridge, dressed in various leather outfits and looking at their surroundings in shock.

"SG-10," Emerson said, smiling at the new arrivals, "I'm Colonel Paul Emerson, and I believe you already know SG-1. Welcome to the Odyssey."

"Thank you, sir," Major Boyd said, nodding in relief at the colonel before he looked over at SG-1 with a smile. "Always there to save us, aren't you?"

"It is what we do," Teal'c said, smiling briefly at the other man.

"Talking of what we do, any chance we could get out of these things and into something a bit less restrictive?" Captain Jessica McLeod asked, looking awkwardly at the officers around her as she indicated her current leather attire. "This might blend in down there, but it's really not that comfortable..."

"Go ahead," Emerson said with a slight smile. "Just get yourselves checked over in the infirmary and then join us at the briefing table; we'll go over our next move from there."

As SG-10 headed for the relevant part of the ship, Mitchell tried not to think too much about the possible complication of the information they'd acquired since leaving Earth.

He might trust Nerus about as far as he could throw the overfed lump, but that didn't mean the guy was always lying about stuff, and his story about Ba'al being responsible for the Stargate thefts certainly sounded like something Ba'al would try and pull off.

He wasn't sure if he should hope that the rest of the information was accurate or that Nerus was still trying to trick them; the address Nerus had apparently provided under the influence of that truth potion could be useful, and it sounded like Fred and George trusted that 'Ernie' guy who they'd spoken with to give them an honest opinion on if it could work on something like a Goa'uld- he noted the emphasis they'd placed on the fact that they hadn't told Ernie what they were researching with some slight amusement; they might be trying a bit too hard to show that they were conforming to the SGC's rules, but they were still in the early stages of their association with the organisation so it was only natural that they'd focus on making a good impression-, but could it really be that simple?

"So you're saying that Nerus doesn't even remember that we fed him?" Captain Watts asked, looking at Mitchell with a broad smile as he listened to the latest news from Earth, SG-10 now comfortably dressed in BDUs as they attended the briefing with SG-1 and Colonel Emerson to discuss the information they had recently received from the last broadcast from the SGC.

"Not so much as a cupcake, which he apparently enjoyed before he forgot about them," Mitchell said, smiling slightly at the reaction when they'd read that particular news in the latest report from Earth; magic might still be the SGC's more relatively secret weapon, but that didn't mean that they couldn't enjoy its advantages when they were taking advantage of a few private moments. "All he's left with is the bizarre feeling of being well-fed without any of the benefits of remembering what he ate to get to that point; he's wondering if this is some new torture to keep him alive without actually letting him enjoy himself."

"And... that... potion... worked?" Doctor Lance Orman asked, looking over at Daniel with a slight uncertainty; even if SG-10's scientist had been present when SG-1 were summarising the benefits of their new allies' involvement in Nerus's interrogation, that didn't mean he couldn't have some doubts about the stories they were hearing about what had taken place.

"From what Fred and George could determine, he was telling them the truth; they... did a little mental probing to confirm whether any part of him was trying to trick him, and couldn't find anything like that," Daniel elaborated. "He might have been processing the potion faster than a normal human would- it didn't last on him as long as it would have lasted on another subject-, but he was definitely affected by it; they're as certain as they can be that he gave them the right address."

"Good to know," Emerson said, looking resolutely around the table at the two SG teams. "We're approaching the coordinates provided, and so far we haven't detected anything to suggest that they're a trap- there's definitely a ha'tak there, and not much else-, but our limited sensor capability while in hyperspace has to be taken into account; we're going to have to come out a short distance away from the location and hope for the best."

"And what are we going to do when we get there?" McLeod asked uncertainly. "I mean, if Ba'al has ships, that means shields, and the last time I checked we don't have any kind of cloaking device or something like that here to stop him just raising those and holding us off with superior numbers..."

"Oh, no worries on that front; I'm going to take care of getting us on board," Daniel said, smiling over at his teammates and colleagues.

"You, Doctor Jackson?" Major Boyd asked, looking at the archaeologist curiously. "How?"

"I've been... brushing up on a couple of the more difficult magical talents in my spare time," Daniel replied, looking slightly awkwardly at the rest of his team as he continued his explanation. "It can only be one at a time- I'm nowhere near comfortable enough with this particular trick to try taking more than that at once, given how long it's been-, but if we can get in close enough to Ba'al's ship, I should be able to apparate us into the hold before he knows we're there-"

"It just needs to be me, actually," Sam said, smiling slightly at Daniel before she turned to address the rest of the people sitting around the table, reaching into her pocket to pull out a small crystal. "I wrote a computer virus that should shut down Ba'al's ship's systems; all we have to do is get to a terminal and insert this crystal into it, and everything should power down long enough for us to recover the Stargates."

"That simple?" Mitchell asked.

"Well, we'll need to plant locator beacons on the Stargates to get them all out in the time frame facing us, and Daniel and I will need to use that radioactive isotope the Tok'ra came up with to protect us from the ship's internal sensors, but essentially, yes," Sam confirmed, before she looked over at Colonel Emerson. "Just to check, how far along is Odyssey in terms of being battle-ready?"

"Well, our shields have only been tested in simulations, but weapons and navigation are all online," Emerson confirmed. "So long as we don't have to push the shields too far too fast, everything should work properly, particularly with our... other advantages taken into account."

"Let's take him down," Mitchell said, nodding firmly at the commander.

As Emerson left the room to give the order to the rest of the crew, Daniel allowed himself a slight chuckle at the thought that had just occurred to him.

"What?" Sam asked, looking curiously over at the wizard-turned-archaeologist.

"Nothing," Daniel said, smiling back at his oldest friend on SG-1. "I was just thinking... who'd have thought that we'd actually reach a point where we're uploading a virus to the mothership?"

"Well, in all fairness, we have learned a lot more about Goa'uld technology since those days," Sam said, shaking her head slightly at the memory of the first time Daniel had made that reference; now that the situation that inspired that comment had been resolved, it was rather funny in hindsight. "It's not like we didn't go through a lot of trial and effort to work out how to do this correctly..."

"Actually, I always figured that the whole plot twist with the virus made sense," Mitchell put in, shrugging slightly as Sam and Daniel looked at him. "I mean, they'd had that ship for years, so who's to say they hadn't reverse-engineered some of the physical tech to make our computers, even if they couldn't check the programming until the rest of the fleet showed up to turn the power back on?"

"Uh... what are you talking about?" Watts asked, looking around at SG-1 in confusion.

"Independence Day," Teal'c commented.

"Oh," Watts said, nodding in understanding (Daniel was glad that the other wizards weren't here right now; he wasn't sure he had the time to explain the details of that movie to his old friends or its relevance to the current situation).

"All right," Emerson said, walking back into the room and looking around at the two teams. "We're on our way to the source of the signal; practicality issues of computer viruses aside, you're sure that you can do this, Doctor Jackson?"

"Just get us within visual range- of course, make it a very distant visual range-, and I'll take it from there," Daniel said, nodding at Emerson in resolution. "Trust me; we can do this."

A few hours later, SG-1 and SG-10 stood on the Odyssey's bridge, looking grimly at the view on the window in front of them, the indistinct forms of Ba'al's fleet just visible at the limit of their sensors.

"You're sure they can't see us?" Mitchell asked, looking back at Sam.

"Fairly sure, anyway; we've modulated the shield to absorb all emissions by Goa'uld sensors," Sam explained, picking up the bag that held the subspace locator beacons they intended to use for the next stage of the mission; she and Daniel have been injected with the necessary isotopes earlier, which left them with nothing to do but go into the ship and get out before their time ran out. "It's not a true cloak, and they'll notice if we get much closer, but at this range and with Ba'al not looking for us, it should be enough for the moment."

"Right," Daniel said, swallowing slightly as he looked over at Sam. "If we're ready, shall we?"

He might be fairly sure that he could accomplish the task that he'd assigned to himself, but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to feel apprehensive about the possibility of something going wrong; he wasn't exactly attempting something that every wizard had tried, after all.

Bellatrix Lestrange might have just managed to survive her apparition into space, but given that her magic had been enhanced by Hestia's naquadah and she still ended up injured, that thought didn't do much to inspire faith in what he was planning...

Then again, Hestia had been pushing her body to its limits in every conceivable manner by trying to exert such a great amount of magical energy against her target while simultaneously maintaining the charms necessary to keep her alive in that kind of environment; he wasn't intending to travel as far as she had, and, if all went well, he'd be arriving in a far more hospitable environment.

Taking Sam's hand, Daniel took a deep breath, focused on his destination, tried not to think too much about the disturbing feeling of being sucked down a straw that he'd never grown used to...

They finally emerged in what appeared to be the main cargo hold of the ship, the distinctive walls making it clear that they were inside a Goa'uld ship, the room itself filled with various Stargates, either leaning against the walls or held up by supports, each one positioned alongside what had to be its accompanying DHD.

"Come on," Sam said, glancing anxiously at her surroundings as she checked the contents of her bag once again, evidently confirming that she had enough beacons. "The sooner we can get out of here, the better."

Daniel didn't argue; the Goa'uld might not have bothered with internal security cameras or the like- they probably figured that the odds of a situation coming up that would require such a system to exist was so slim that it would be a waste of time and effort to install them, particularly when the sensors were normally completely adequate for that purpose-, but that didn't mean that he wanted to spend more time here than was necessary. Quickly moving through the hold, the two of them planted the beacons on the Stargates and DHDs, Daniel using the occasional spell to Banish the beacons onto the more distant Stargates, until the work was quickly completed, leaving them to hurry over to the door of the cargo hold.

"Alohamora!" Daniel said, aiming his wand at the door- Sam could probably hack it, but there was no harm in checking to see if they could do things more quickly-, sighing in relief when the door opened easily; he hadn't been sure if the spell would work on a purely technological lock when it had probably been 'designed' to work on more conventional doors, but if anything, with the naquadah in the Stargates around him 'charging' the atmosphere with additional magic, it had actually been easier to use that spell than it was normally.

"Come on," Sam said, the two of them hurrying down the corridor for a short distance- they might not be setting off any alarms just yet, but that was no reason to stay still- until Sam came to a halt in front of another door, Daniel opening it with another quick charm after a brief nod of confirmation from Sam. Upon entering the room, Sam quickly headed towards the control panel in one corner, pulling out the data crystal she'd prepared earlier and inserting it into the computer, smiling casually over at Daniel as the lights around them began to flicker.

"It's active already?" he asked, looking over at Sam in surprise.

"That's the problem with the Goa'uld arrogance; they never saw the need to install firewalls," Sam said, smiling back at him before her expression became more serious. "Anyway, now that our job's done here, maybe we should just get out of here?"

"Right," Daniel said, taking Sam's hand once again and focusing on their destination once again...

"Well," Mitchell said, smiling slightly as Daniel and Sam reappeared in front of them, "I don't know how you used to be at that kinda thing, but you seem to be pretty comfortable with it now."

"Like all magic, focus is everything," Daniel said, shrugging briefly as he looked back at Mitchell.

"So," Sam said, turning back to Emerson, "how are we coming along with the Stargate recovery?"

"We've got most of them already; just another minute..." Emerson said, before an alarm suddenly sounded.

"Colonel," the lieutenant at the controls said, looking urgently back at SG-1, " three more motherships just dropped out of hyperspace."

"What?" Emerson said, looking sharply at the other man.

"Intercepting a hail, sir," the lieutenant said, activating the speakers as he did so.

"Ha'tak vessel," a voice said over the speakers. "This is Netan of the Lucian Alliance. Surrender now, or you will be destroyed."

Exchanging glances, Daniel was pleased to see the same smile appearing on the faces of all of his friends; evidently, they were thinking the same thing that he was.

"Well," Mitchell said, shrugging dismissively as he looked around the bridge, "if the Lucian Alliance want Ba'al, who are we to stand in their way?"

"Sir, they've powered up weapons," the lieutenant added. "Target appears to be Ba'al's ship."

"We've got what we came for, Lieutenant," Emerson said, smiling slightly at the younger man. "Get us out of here."

"Yes, sir," the lieutenant said, smiling in approval at the order as he turned Odyseey around and activated the ship's hyperdrive, leaving Ba'al's ship at the mercy of the Lucian Alliance's own ships.

"Any particular destination in mind, Colonel Carter?" Emerson asked, looking at her with a slight smile.

"Let's just start where we picked up SG-10 and work on it from there," Sam replied. "I'll just head down to the cargo hold and see if there's anything in the DHDs that'll help us determine what planets they came from originally."

"Who'd have thought it?" Mitchell said, smiling over at Daniel. "We saved the day in record time and got to avoid getting caught in the middle of a fight in the process; not a bad day's work, huh?"

"Not at all..." Daniel said, smiling slightly back at his friend.

Even if a part of him slightly resented the fact that he was suddenly being called upon to use skills and training that he'd been trying to leave behind for years, the rest of him couldn't get past how liberating it was to be free to use that training to help out once again; it might have been decades since he'd used that side of his past, but some things you really did never forget.

In the end, however, he had to agree with Mitchell's assessment; they did indeed have the best jobs in the world; another Ba'al clone down, a Goa'uld plot averted, stolen Stargates on their way back to their worlds of origin, and they didn't even have to deal with a complicated battle afterwards.

Looking out at the vastness of hyperspace before him, he just wished that he knew where Voldemort was in this mess; based on past experience, when Voldemort was this quiet, something bad was going to happen (Even if he acknowledged that the scale of territory where Voldemort could be hiding had significantly expanded since the old days)...

AN 2: Hope that was worth the wait; if all goes well, I'm planning a couple of episode rewrites before Voldemort's back in the game with a very devastating plan...