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morphed into 'Jack'?
     
    It wasn't just the designator; it was subtle shift in other ways, an implied intimacy that the passage of time alone couldn't account for. And while her being here assured him that the Ori would be, if not defeated then at least brought under control, he wasn't so certain that he wanted to know exactly what the future held, especially if it meant spending the next few years in DC. He'd always hated the place, and while he'd volunteered to go to bat for the SGC, playing nice with the OIC was like playing nice with a nest of vipers.
     
    Okay, maybe a few tips on how to take out those sanctimonious god-wannabes would be nice—the Ori, not the OIC—and perhaps a few hints on next year's world series winner, but DNA testing offered no assurance that the General Carter who'd just stepped through the 'gate was this world's future Carter. The ZPM unearthed in Egypt eighteen months earlier had been discovered with some old burial jar stuffed with a video camera. According to Carter—present day, this world's Colonel Carter—and Dr. Lee, the footage proved SG-1 had gone back in time five thousand years and triggered the rebellion against Ra that culminated in the burial of the Stargate.
     
    Since Jack distinctly remembered not doing that—and he was pretty damned certain that he wouldn't forget how much he'd enjoy pissing off that overdressed snakehead—it was entirely possible that the General Carter who'd just waltzed through the 'gate wasn't from this dimension, or timeline, or whatever in hell it was, either.
     
    Which meant that Jack couldn't be certain that SG-1 were still alive.
     
    The woodpecker made a beeline back to his forehead and started hammering out a tattoo that was only compounded by the pelt of steamy hot water. He turned off the faucet, stepped out of the shower and, ignoring the interesting bruise developing across the lower right half of his rib cage, wrapped a towel around his waist and called, “Walter!”
     
    Before the last syllable was out of his mouth, a set of BDUs, complete, he noted, with stars and designator, appeared through the half-opened door. “And sir,” Walter's voice followed, “Sergeant Siler reports that the damage to the 'gate isn't as bad as it looks. Clean up crew are working to clear the area, and the iris has been closed. The new framework and ramp will be installed inside twenty-four hours.”
     
    Taking the clothes, Jack unwrapped the towel and hung it on a hook. “And the—”
     
    “Computers systems are fully operational, sir,” Walter replied. “Technicians are currently replacing damaged hardware. They estimate that all systems will be in and fully tested by the time the 'gate is reinstalled.”
     
    He tugged a t-shirt over his head. “What about—”
     
    “General Landry is out of surgery and should be back on his feet by the end of the week.”
     
    “Kidney stones, huh. Nasty.” Bending to pull on a pair of shorts, Jack discovered that maybe there was something a little more wrong with his ribs than a bruise, but it could wait. He straightened carefully, hoping Walter hadn't heard his pain-filled grunt.
     
    “Yes, sir. Senator Fisher said that under the circumstances he's willing to postpone the hearing into the loss of the Prometheus.”
     
    “How nice of the Senator.” While Jack wasn't entirely thrilled at the notion of a thief and con artist gallivanting around three galaxies with SG-1, after the Prometheus had been destroyed the senator's encounter with Vala had become the punch line in a whole slew of classified jokes making the rounds of the Pentagon and DOD. The subsequent near loss of the Odyssey following the incursion of the Ori ships into this galaxy had Landry practically champing at the bit to get to DC for a session of 'we told you so'.
     
    Jack also suspected that despite the intense pain the man had been suffering before his surgery, Landry had enjoyed calling from Walter Reed to ask Jack to fill in at