"Colonel O'Neill, have we located Private Harris yet? It's been nearly three hours."

"No, sir. Apparently he's really good at hiding. Teal'C's leading a level by level search."

"I'm not hiding, I'm avoiding whatever that thing in that guy's belly is."

The two men turned to see Private Harris standing behind them. "What is that thing, anyway? I get the nastiest feeling from it. Like waves of hate pouring out of it. And why are we in an underground base? What is going on around here? Not to mention, what is that big metal circle thing? It looks way cool."

Both General Hammond and Colonel O'Neill were speechless for a moment. Then Colonel O'Neill spoke.

"So you've been exploring?"

"Pretty much. Trying to figure out if I can trust you people. I think I can. There's no bizarre experiments going, no cameras broadcasting. The only thing is that whatever it is, in that guy's belly. I think I've encountered something like it before. What is it? Why can't I remember?"

"Well, let's start at the beginning. That thing is a larval Goa'uld." Colonel O'Neill said. "The big guy is Teal'C, he's a Jaffa. The Goa'uld kidnapped his ancestors and experimented on them. Now they don't have a choice but to host the larva. It's replacing their immune system."

"Some kind of alien?"

"Yes." General Hammond said. "Teal'C rebelled against them and is helping us fight them. As for you. You're from another reality. We don't know which one and we have no way of getting you back. We have a device in our possession that allows travel between realities, but you didn't come thru it."

"And since there's a near infinite number of realities, you don't know which one is mine."

"Exactly. But you're not alone. According to Doc Frazer, I'm your biological father. I probably never met you in your reality and in this one, I was married at the time you would have been conceived and I don't cheat." Colonel O'Neill told him. "My name is Jack O'Neill."

"So I don't exist in this reality."

"You're taking this rather well, Private Harris." General Hammond commented.

"I'm not sure it's hit me yet, sir. At the same time, I think I'm used to the weird. Like I said, that thing in Teal'C's belly kinda seems a little familiar."

"Maybe you were apart of this program in your home reality." General Hammond said.

"Why can't I remember? I can't even remember my first name. All I know is Private Harris with the 33rd, under the Command of Colonel Newsome, Army."

"We think it's because of the method that brought you here." General Hammond told him. "Your memory may come back. Is there anything else you can tell us?"

"Well, except for a dream about a hot brunette with a great rack, legs and smile, I honestly don't know anything else. I think I know her quite well, but that's it."

"Hot brunette, huh?" Colonel O'Neill. "You're definitely a teenager. According to your ID, your name is Alexander and you're seventeen, with your birthday being December 21st, 1981."

"Isn't that a little young to enlist in the Army, sir?"

"Well, the calendar may be different where you come from. Or you might have also come from the future or your reality is at war."

"The war thing seems familiar. You may be right. So now what?"

"Now, we determine what you do know."

"Crap, tests, like math and stuff? Fine, lead me to my doom."

"Colonel O'Neill, I can definitely see the resemblance." General Hammond said.

"I'm assuming you mean that as a compliment, sir." Colonel O'Neill answered as he led Alexander back to the infirmary. "By the way, where did you get the uniform?"

"Supplies. You think I was going to wander around in a hospital gown? I blend in wearing this."

"And the supply officer?"

"Went to the bathroom. Did I mention I can apparently pick locks?"

"No, you forgot to mention that. Doc, I found your wayward patient."

"Colonel, sir. She can glare really good."

"Notice that did you?"

"Kinda hard to miss. I think I'm used to being glared at by a brunette."

"The one you mentioned?"

"Yeah. Maybe. Not sure. Ma'am. I'm sorry I took off on you. The hate waves coming off that larval thing in Teal'C's belly were definitely wiggens inducing."

"Hate waves?" Dr. Frazer asked.

"You can't feel that? Seriously, I think that thing hates everything."

"It does. We're just wondering how you can tell that."

Alexander looked blank. "I don't know. It seems there's a lot I can't remember. So, the Colonel says I have to do school stuff so you can figure out if I lost everything, including my education."

Later, after the tests were completed.

"Well, aside from math, he tested well in everything. He also knows Latin and Spanish." Major Carter reported. "And he can at least recognize, Babylonian, even if he can't translate it and several dozen Egyptian characters."

"Which supports the theory that he might have been apart of this program in his own reality, since those are languages he'd encounter as part of this program." General Hammond commented."

"Yes, sir."

"And you Colonel O'Neill?"

"He can shoot, sir. He definitely knows his way around guns. Of several different calibers. Can recognize and knows his way around rocket launchers, too. As for martial arts, he knows a mix of moves from several different disciplines, but definitely needs instruction. He's more of a brawler and catch as catch can fighter."

"I would be happy to help instruct him, General Hammond." Teal'C offered. "He lacks only a qualifed instructor, he is eager to learn."

"Then we take the next step which is to try to integrate him Into the Program. Colonel, you can tell him about the Stargate."

"Yes sir."