Ethan climbed out of the dumpster behind his store, sore as hell. He just heard Giles call someone's name and possibly leave. He crept back into the building and was relieved to see old Rupert gone. Ethan looked at the ground where the fragments of the bust lay and let out a short laugh. Ripper was never much of a detailed man, Ethan thought. He proceeded to walk to his office in the back and approach a safe under his desk. Crouching down, he entered the combination and withdrew his second bust, and placed it on the counter.

Taking his position back inside the circle he used previously, he started praying and absorbed the lingering energies that had been released when the first bust was destroyed. He was sweating as the strain of intaking all the original energy and the energy harnessed from the chaos was a bit much but for this next ceremony he was going to use it all. The magic needed to bring in Superman was a hell of a lot more than a Frankenstein or a slutty nurse, so much in fact that he used this second bust as the focal point for Superman and his, Ethan paused, well the Yang to Superman's Yin. "Janus my final request and my final offering for the night" spoke Ethan "bind that which doesn't belong to that which does" "fade the beings but keep the essence" "anchor thy gifts to the souls themselves" "My Lord Janus, this I ask of thee, all I do is in your honor" . Ethan felt a piercing tug from his chest as all the magic he was holding on to was forcibly ripped from his control and surged into the statue before a blinding flash occurred. Ethan opened his eyes and lowered his hands to see fine dust on the counter where the bust was previously.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he went over to his office, grabbed his jacket and locked up the building. A hot meal and a good shower would finish the night off, Ethan thought as he was approaching his car. As he clicked the unlock button, he heard a crack of thunder, Ethan jumped and dropped his keys. He bent down to pick them when another crack of thunder, this time in the parking lot was created. The lite shockwave nearly bowled him over, before he grabbed his keys and stood back up facing his car. Ethan felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise and immediately whipped around to find...

Superman was approaching a landing strip at LAX with the Boeing gliding well enough on his shoulders, when he suddenly felt queasy, he couldn't explain why, but it was getting worse. Focus Clark, Superman thought, you're not even a half mile from landing this thing, these people need you. He had just fit the back wheels on the tarmac when Ethans spell fully registered with the Man of Steel returning his consciousness and his coordination back to the pages from whence he came. The resulting aftermath was a 10 yard drop on the front of the aircraft that pushed Xander into the ground and smashed him into the runway dragging chunks of the concrete tarmac while the plane skidded to a stop.

Samuel Adams had been an air traffic controller for most of his adult working life, he had handled traffic radio regarding pregnancies on planes, engine malfunctions, group sickness, and plenty of bitchy pilots. What Samuel had never heard, was that instead of an emergency landing, a plane was being carried by the Easter bunny, or Santa Clause, or hey guess what Superman. Sam hefted his binoculars and watched the 747 approach, he nearly crapped himself to see something blue and red underneath the body on the approach down. What he thought was an elaborate prank, turned to panic as the blue and red object fell below the plane and the 747 immediately dropped onto the tarmac. Sam grabbed his radio calling for emergency services on the double.

Xander opened his eyes to darkness, and then closed and reopened them again to the same darkness. The air around him felt stuffy and smelled like burnt rubber, he wanted to vomit. He could feel something on his back and was panicking a little as he tried to figure out where the hell he was. He heard what sounded like sirens and voices but it sounded so clear, it was a bit disorienting. A piece of rock or something was moved and the first ray of light broke into the cavern he was in. "sir, if you can hear me, we are going to get you out of there!" Somebody shouted at him. "Sir, can you tell me if anything is broken?" they continued. "I think I am ok, but there are some rocks or something on my back, I don't think I can move," Xander replied. They continued digging a way into the cavern, letting fresh air pour in, which made Xander feel 100 times better, the burnt rubber smell was making him nauseous. Xander felt a hand reach around his right forearm and pull up, using his left arm to give him some leverage he pushed, standing up and felt the weight fall off his back. Xander looked at the person who helped him, to see them standing wide-eyed at him. "Thank you for the help, I was getting scared down there" Xander said. "Um, do you realize that, that, that, airplane wheel was on your, your back, uh sir?" the emergency worker asked. "The what?" Xander asked, and turned to look at the plane that was not even 5 feet from and over where he had been buried. As Xander panned back around, he noticed a majority of the people staring at him with a fish-outta-water look.

A Los Angeles news crew had been at LAX covering some story about airline pilot shortages when an emergency landing had them booking it towards the scene, or as close as security would let them. They had just made it to an observation deck when the camera man started rolling and saw a Superman-ish person climb out from underneath the aircraft, causing the front landing gear wheel to fall off his back, bounce on the tarmac and roll a few feet backwards.

"This is Sandra Van Oaken with KTLA News, we Los Angeleans like we think to have seen everything, but this is our first glimpse at what appears to be The Superman, and he just saved a Delta Airlines plane from crashing, Superman appears to be fine, we are going to try and get an interview, please bear with us, we are just as shocked as you viewers at home to find out we are not alone in the universe, the question finally answered and funny enough, at international arrivals."

Jack was halfway through his 3rd blue jello when he heard Sgt Harriman over the PA system paging Sg1 to the command room. "Oh for crying out loud, not even 3 down" whined Jack to the amusement of the other mess hall patrons. Making his way to the meeting room outside the general's office, he wasn't surprised to see his team converging at the same time. They sat down and waited for General Hammond to finish his phone call. The Door opened and General Hammond walked in. "I'll get right to it, I just received a call from the President, and we either have the greatest hoax of all time or an alien on earth. Sgt Siler was wheeling in a television used for briefings and after powering it up inserted a VHS and left the room. "General, not that I don't enjoy movie night" pointing to the TV, "but what do you mean hoax?" Jack asked. Colonel O'Neill had his answer in 30 seconds as an observation camera from the flight control tower mixed with audio from the aircraft cockpit came into focus.

"I repeat this is flight 836 Vancouver to Los Angeles, we have encountered a weather anomaly that struck one of our engines, we were on an emergency descent over Sunnydale but have received assistance from, Believe it or not Superman, he is supporting our plane and has carried us to a landing corridor. We are finalizing our approach now." The audio cut out as they watch this individual fall below the plane and the plane drop down and the events play out.

"General, I support the president's question. Is this a hoax? I mean we are talking about Hollywood, sir? Jack joked. "Teal'c, during your service to apophis, have you ever encountered anything that resembled that thing? Asked Hammond "I have never seen anything like it General Hammond" replied Teal'c "Sir, if I may, even if we are to believe that is a person, what they are doing is not physically possible, there is nothing in physics to support unaided flight, let alone lifting something like a commercial aircraft by oneself" interjected Captain Carter. Daniel raised his hand "yes Dr. Jackson" "General, intentions can be everything in certain cultures, setting aside the possible outfit, this beings first encounter with us was saving lives, I can't be the only one who sees that as a good thing, it means they value life and they seem to use their gifts to preserve it" "Well said Dr Jackson, it is for that reason among others that you four will be heading to Peterson Air Force base to catch a plane to LA, to identify, and determine who,what, why, it has come to earth, if possible get him to come back here for testing by Doctor Frasier, while we work some sort of angle for a cover up." "General, how are we supposed to" "Colonel, he's being held in custody by the FBI at the airport, we have Jurisdiction through presidential authorization, get a move on it Colonel" ordered General Hammond