A/N Prior to this I did not establish when in Stargate the Scoobies and SG 1 met each other. I could put it anywhere in the Stargate seasons because I've already established that Dawn's portals travel through realities and time, but I'm going to put their realities together with the same date, for a reason that will be become evident as we move through this arc. But astute readers will probably figure it out for themselves. 😁 Chief Master Sargeant is Walter Harriman's actual rank on the show according to the wiki. Poor guy didn't get a name, let alone a rank for quite awhile. 😗
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The massive Stargate began to move and Chief Master Sargeant Walter Harriman, aka Chevron Guy and Walter O'Rielly's spirit clone, alerted his boss, General Hammond, that an unscheduled off world activation was happening. The General calmly walked into the control room and asked who was dialling their gate as the wormhole splashed open and the protective iris spiraled into place. "It's a frequency we've only recorded once before, Sir. The Scoobies."
"The kids from another reality? I thought we'd never hear from them again." Colonel O'Neill commented as he pretended to casually wander into the control room himself, as if he wasn't at all curious about an unscheduled activation. Or looking for an excuse to get out of doing more paperwork.
"They said they didn't think they'd ever have a reason to contact us again." Hammond agreed, feeling a wiggle in his gut. "Unless there's an emergency." The grandfatherly man looked concerned. "They are fighting a war, it's entirely possible they've lost and need a fallback position."
"Not a whole lot we can do to help in that case." O'Neill felt frustrated by that possibility. "We can't save the entire population of an alternate Earth. A lot of those people would have duplicates here. Or they could just want to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbors."
"Let's hear what they have to say." Hammond nodded at Walter, who put the message on speaker
"This is Alexander Harris of the Scoobies, calling Stargate Command. I know we agreed not to make a habit out of calling you, but this time our problem is personal and involves Dawn Summers. We wouldn't ask if it wasn't important and we are willing to offer trade in exchange for help for her. May we come through and explain the problem? Major Carter and Dr. Fraser should be present as their help is specifically being requested. Alexander Harris of the Scoobies awaiting your reply."
"The kid can be diplomatic when he needs to be." O'Neill observed.
"So can you," Hammond smirked slightly. "I suspect though, that like you, he'd prefer to just blow things up."
"I got that impression too. He did have the chutzpa to threaten us if we tried to hold them the first time they were here and I really don't think he was bluffing."
"I don't either. Waiter, ask them to hold while I talk to the President. The offer to trade in exchange for help may motive him to agree, though I suppose it depends on what they can offer."
"Aye, Sir." Walter relayed the message while General Hammond headed to his office and the red phone that was a direct line to the President of the United States. After a few minutes he returned. "He's agreed to let us hear their proposal." He told the two officers. "Let them know, Walter."
"Aye, Sir." Walter relayed the message and retracted the Iris as O'Neill went to call Carter and Fraser to the briefing room. Xander stepped through first, followed by Cordelia, Buffy, Joyce and Dawn. The rest of Scoobies having remained behind in case their Earth had a problem while the rest were gone. O'Neill went down to meet them.
"So, what can we help you with this fine day?" He asked, with a big smile. He really had enjoyed meeting the kids before and whatever brought them here aside, it was nice to see them again.
"Is it day? Fine or otherwise?" Xander smirked back. "School let out an hour ago back home and the moon or rather moons, given that planet back there seems to have at least four of them, are at varying degrees of assent."
"Astronomy a hobby?"
"Could be, if I had the time for a hobby."
"I know what you mean, my telescope is getting rusty, I'm grounded until I finish a bunch of reports." O'Neill said sourly.
"I sympathize, while being grateful that only verbal reports are required for the Scoobies to each other and only one of us, Giles, that's Rupert-dusty books and old languages are so much fun-Giles, who's required to make written reports."
"You have one of those too, huh? You already met ours - Dr. Daniel-ancient cultures are so fascinating-Jackson."
"Well, this time we need help from your megabrain, Major Carter."
"The Brain." O'Neill nodded. "She's the best, if she can't find a solution there isn't one."
"Good to hear." The others looked relieved as O'Neill motioned them to follow him. "So, your informant is settling into his new life well."
"That's good to hear too." Xander grimaced, remembering the fate he'd consigned the Mayor to. He'd accepted the fact that'd he'd chosen to kill a human being and had carried out the act of doing so. Some small bit of justice for the thousands of kids who'd died in pain and fear over the last century in Sunnydale. Sometimes vigilante justice was the only justice available.
"So what exactly is it we can help you with?" O'Neill asked, putting the joking aside as they entered the conference room where Major Carter, Dr. Fraser and General Hammond were waiting.
"What do you know about Magic?"