Welfycat Travels Through Time and Space (Kinda)
Welfycat Travels Through Time and Space (Kinda) - Stargate SG-1 - Gen (Team and Welfycat) - Words: 795
Written for Stargateland's Mary Sue Challenge
Summary: Welfycat travels back in time to tell SG-1 what's what.
Content Notes: G.
Author Notes: General spoilers for the entire series. Shameless self-insertion fic.
The year is 1997. The Stargate Program, barely acknowledged outside of the secret base it operates on, is in its infancy. The people that work in the program are thinkers, dreamers, people that see the impossible twice before breakfast and hardly bat their eyes. That's a good thing, better than it sounds, because the impossible is exactly what has happened.
"I've travelled back in time from March 2012 and I have something very important to tell you."
Jack O'Neill, still with a full head of dark hair, is sitting next to General Hammond. Both of them have expressions of almost identical disbelief.
"Well," Jack says.
"Actually, I have a lot of important things to tell you. Where to start..."
Daniel Jackson brushes his long hair from where it's falling over his round glasses. "How about your name?
A pause. "You can call me Welfycat."
"Welfycat?" Sam asks. She looks confused but interested.
"It's an alias."
"Of course it is," Jack said. "So, what was so important that you had to break into Cheyenne Mountain, using escape hatches none of us even knew existed?"
"Well, to start with there's the Goa'uld."
"We know about the Goa'uld. The question is how do you?" Daniel asks, Teal'c nodding emphatically.
Sigh. "I told you. I've traveled from the future. I know much more about the Goa'uld than you do. About the war. About the Ancients and the Asgard. This is important, are you taking notes?"
"Wait, if you're from the future, you can't be telling us about this. You're changing the timeline," Sam says quickly.
"Yeah, well, that's why I'm here. We have to change the future. Unless this is a self-fulfilling prophecy type thing, in which case the future will proceed as it did and no harm done. But I figured that while I was here, in 1997, I should at least give it a shot before I go start buying shares in Google."
"Uh huh," Jack says.
No one else speaks for a moment and General Hammond clears his voice. "So what is so bad about the future that you came back in time to change it? The end of the world?"
"No. It's not so bad really. Kinda boring, and the Earth nearly gets destroyed a couple of times but you guys manage alright. I didn't mean to travel back in time, but you know how it goes with home-made Stargates and solar flares and all that. Well, you don't, but you will."
"You built your own Stargate?" Sam asks.
"Well, I had some help from my brother, but yeah. My parents are going to kill me when they see the mess in the garage though. And I imagine the whole kawoosh thing might have done some damage. Oh well."
"So, what is it that you want us to change?" Jack asks, looking bored enough to actually bring the topic back to what had originally been brought up.
"Oh, that. I want you to make sure that the Stargate Program goes public. Sooner would be better, but I figure anytime before season three will do fine."
Daniel raised his hand. "Wait. Did you just say season three?"
"Well, year three. Whatever. Anyway, while you have the ability to do it without being silenced by Homeworld Security, do it. It's important. There are so many cool things here that could really change Earth."
"Homeworld Security? Well that doesn't sound good," Jack says.
"It isn't. Maybe you could do something about that as well."
"Anything else you wanted to tell us? You said something about a war? Earth almost being destroyed?" Sam asks.
"My wife?" Daniel adds.
"There's not much else I can tell you that will make a difference. Don't trust anyone with a snake in their head, no matter how often they tell you they're here to help. Don't worry too much about dying, you guys are pretty good about the whole revolving door of death thing. Uh, try to keep the kissing and stuff to a minimum, it's better in the long run."
Everyone's eyebrows rose at the 'kissing and stuff' comment.
"I think that's mostly it."
"Welfycat, my wife? Will I ever find her?" Daniel asks insistently.
Welfycat bites her lower lip. "You'll see her again, but she won't ever be the Sha're you knew. I'm sorry."
Daniel rises and leaves the room, looking stricken.
"Well, I guess I better get going, unless there's anything else?"
Jack and the rest of his team look torn between following Daniel and asking more questions.
"One last question, then you can go buy shares of Google, whatever that is," Jack says. "Space ships, we get some, right?"
Welfycat grins. "Yeah, you get space ships. Really cool space ships. Now, time for Jello?"
Written for Stargateland's Mary Sue Challenge
Summary: Welfycat travels back in time to tell SG-1 what's what.
Content Notes: G.
Author Notes: General spoilers for the entire series. Shameless self-insertion fic.
The year is 1997. The Stargate Program, barely acknowledged outside of the secret base it operates on, is in its infancy. The people that work in the program are thinkers, dreamers, people that see the impossible twice before breakfast and hardly bat their eyes. That's a good thing, better than it sounds, because the impossible is exactly what has happened.
"I've travelled back in time from March 2012 and I have something very important to tell you."
Jack O'Neill, still with a full head of dark hair, is sitting next to General Hammond. Both of them have expressions of almost identical disbelief.
"Well," Jack says.
"Actually, I have a lot of important things to tell you. Where to start..."
Daniel Jackson brushes his long hair from where it's falling over his round glasses. "How about your name?
A pause. "You can call me Welfycat."
"Welfycat?" Sam asks. She looks confused but interested.
"It's an alias."
"Of course it is," Jack said. "So, what was so important that you had to break into Cheyenne Mountain, using escape hatches none of us even knew existed?"
"Well, to start with there's the Goa'uld."
"We know about the Goa'uld. The question is how do you?" Daniel asks, Teal'c nodding emphatically.
Sigh. "I told you. I've traveled from the future. I know much more about the Goa'uld than you do. About the war. About the Ancients and the Asgard. This is important, are you taking notes?"
"Wait, if you're from the future, you can't be telling us about this. You're changing the timeline," Sam says quickly.
"Yeah, well, that's why I'm here. We have to change the future. Unless this is a self-fulfilling prophecy type thing, in which case the future will proceed as it did and no harm done. But I figured that while I was here, in 1997, I should at least give it a shot before I go start buying shares in Google."
"Uh huh," Jack says.
No one else speaks for a moment and General Hammond clears his voice. "So what is so bad about the future that you came back in time to change it? The end of the world?"
"No. It's not so bad really. Kinda boring, and the Earth nearly gets destroyed a couple of times but you guys manage alright. I didn't mean to travel back in time, but you know how it goes with home-made Stargates and solar flares and all that. Well, you don't, but you will."
"You built your own Stargate?" Sam asks.
"Well, I had some help from my brother, but yeah. My parents are going to kill me when they see the mess in the garage though. And I imagine the whole kawoosh thing might have done some damage. Oh well."
"So, what is it that you want us to change?" Jack asks, looking bored enough to actually bring the topic back to what had originally been brought up.
"Oh, that. I want you to make sure that the Stargate Program goes public. Sooner would be better, but I figure anytime before season three will do fine."
Daniel raised his hand. "Wait. Did you just say season three?"
"Well, year three. Whatever. Anyway, while you have the ability to do it without being silenced by Homeworld Security, do it. It's important. There are so many cool things here that could really change Earth."
"Homeworld Security? Well that doesn't sound good," Jack says.
"It isn't. Maybe you could do something about that as well."
"Anything else you wanted to tell us? You said something about a war? Earth almost being destroyed?" Sam asks.
"My wife?" Daniel adds.
"There's not much else I can tell you that will make a difference. Don't trust anyone with a snake in their head, no matter how often they tell you they're here to help. Don't worry too much about dying, you guys are pretty good about the whole revolving door of death thing. Uh, try to keep the kissing and stuff to a minimum, it's better in the long run."
Everyone's eyebrows rose at the 'kissing and stuff' comment.
"I think that's mostly it."
"Welfycat, my wife? Will I ever find her?" Daniel asks insistently.
Welfycat bites her lower lip. "You'll see her again, but she won't ever be the Sha're you knew. I'm sorry."
Daniel rises and leaves the room, looking stricken.
"Well, I guess I better get going, unless there's anything else?"
Jack and the rest of his team look torn between following Daniel and asking more questions.
"One last question, then you can go buy shares of Google, whatever that is," Jack says. "Space ships, we get some, right?"
Welfycat grins. "Yeah, you get space ships. Really cool space ships. Now, time for Jello?"