Major Samantha Carter sighed as her computer signaled an alert, she was tired and just wanted to go home. The recent mission that had seen Daniel turn invisible and his Grandfather reconnecting with him, before they got it reversed, had been by turns, exciting and scary. Daniel's brushes with death, disappearing and actually dying were moving into statically improbability territory and it kept happening to him. She just wanted to go home and relax, not investigate an alert on her computer. A few minutes later and her tiredness was replaced by alarm and then she was pitting her formidable intellect against someone who thought they were better than they actually were, who was trying to hack into the computer system she'd built.

No, it wasn't happening and then she spent a couple hours tracing the would be hacker before finally finding them and began putting together a brief of information on them and known associates before calling a meeting of SG 1, her team and General George Hammond, the base's Commanding Officer.

"What's up, Carter?" Her team's CO, Colonel Jack O'Neill complained. "I was scheduled to sleep in today, not come in early. Danny, you keep your hands off the chocolate donut, it's mine!" He snapped at the civilian archeologist.

"Too late, Teal'c's already got it." Dr. Daniel Jackson answered, referring to their alien team member. "I've got the raspberry."

"I haven't even been home, Sir." Carter told him. "My computer registered an alert while I was getting ready to go home. Someone tried hacking our systems, the ones I built. Little brat wasn't nearly as clever as she thought she was and I stopped her and traced her."

"You've identified who it is?" General Hammond asked, selecting a donut for himself. What Dr. Fraser didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?

"A hacker with the handle will-o'-the-wisp, hasn't been seen for awhile, but has been known to try hi level hacks before, no evidence that she ever went after Classified information though. I traced her through bounces all over the world and found her in a small city in California, Sunnydale. And Sunnydale is...weird. The population has begun declining in the last year, but prior to that it stayed steady, which is odd because the obituary column shows several hundred people a year were dying or presumed dead going back a century. New people were constantly moving in though. And now the opposite is happening, people are moving out."

"What's changed?" O'Neill asked, taking a seat.

"The number of weird occurrences seems to have stopped almost completely. These weird occurrences include mass hallucinations, a legacy frat house being closed down after it was discovered they were murdering three girls in a ritualistic fashion every year, reports of people with yellow eyes -"

"Goa'uld." Teal'c stated firmly.

"If so, it seems to have ended." Carter replied. "The last weird event reported was Sunnydale High School blowing up at it's graduation ceremony, the beginning of June, last year. Five people reported dead or missing, including two students, only one whose body was found and his spine had been snapped in multiple places, the Principal and the Mayor of Sunnydale. Reports indicate a gang attacked the ceremony and the students fought back. There's only been one weird report since then, mass laryngitis blamed on flu vaccinations and five murders occuring at the same time. No arrests."

"And the hacker?" General Hammond frowned, those reports were disturbing and why hadn't his Command been notified about the possible Goa'uld? Reports like that were supposed to be directed to them.

"Willow Rosenberg, 19, genius level IQ. Daughter of Ira and Sheila Rosenberg, well known psychologists. She's a student at UC Sunnydale, she turned down scholarship offers from Harvard, MIT, UCLA, and Oxford, among others to attend California's twentieth ranked college and money was not the issue, because even without scholarship offers her parents are very well off."

"Doesn't want to leave her hometown even while others are trying to get out of it?" O'Neill suggested.

"Maybe. If Miss Rosenberg had tried somewhere else she might have gotten farther, mid way through her Junior year, the computer teacher was murdered and found in her boyfriend's bed. He was never considered a suspect and again no one was ever arrested. Miss Rosenberg was hired to teach the class for the next year and a half, until she graduated. Something interesting I found is that she was part of a school club, an Ancient Cultures Club, run by the computer teacher's boyfriend, Rupert Giles, the High School's Librarian. The club had between three and five member's over the two and half years he ran it."

"Was she looking for something specific?" General Hammond asked, deciding he was going to discuss those yellow eyed people reports with the President and follow up on this.

"Yes, Sir. Colonel O'Neill's email address."

"She wanted to contact me?!" The man in question asked, startled.

"Yes, Sir." She bit her lip. "She'd composed the email already. She intended to anonymously inform you of something."

"What?" He examined her face and felt his gut clench, Carter was struggling, something was wrong.

She took a deep breath and plunged on. "That her friend, Faith Summers, is your biological daughter and she wants to meet her father."