Diplomacy (15b/27)
Title: Diplomacy ( Table of Contents)
Rating: PG-13
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Pairings: Gen.
Chapter1a-- 1b Chapter2 Chapter3 Chapter4 Chapter5a-- 5b Chapter6 Chapter7 Chapter8 Chapter9 Chapter10 Chapter11a-- 11b Chapter12 Chapter13a-- 13b Chapter14a-- 14b Chapter15a-- 15b Chapter16 Chapter17a-- 17b Chapter18 Chapter19 Chapter20 Chapter21 Chapter22 Chapter23 Chapter24 Chapter25 Chapter26 Epilogue
10 December 1998; Area 51; 1500 hrs
"I thought you were dead," Jack said, incredulous, once they'd relocated. He glanced at Carter, who could only shake her head helplessly.
Everyone here had seen the tape of Maybourne's interrogation of Daniel the year before, and it wasn't a secret that Maybourne had been one of the people pushing hardest for Teal'c to be shipped off to Washington for study at the beginning of the program. Teal'c and Fraiser had also been part of the strike team that Carter had led against Hathor, when Maybourne had been turned briefly into a Jaffa, so Jack was the only one who'd never actually seen the man in the flesh before.
No one seemed particularly happy to see him.
Daniel's eyes had gone about as big as the frames of his glasses. Fraiser looked curious more than anything else, but Teal'c looked like he was Extremely Irritated, in the scary Jaffa way.
"I was dead," Maybourne said easily. "Thanks for that, by the way, Captain Carter." He nodded to Reynolds, who saluted once and left.
Color drained from Carter's cheeks. "Sir, we didn't have a choice. Hathor would have--"
"Oh, don't worry, Captain," Maybourne cut her off, waving a lazy hand. "I was compromised, I understand. I really did mean it when I said 'thanks.' And Jack O'Neill--good to meet you."
"Whoa!" Jack said, slashing an arm in front of his face as if it would clear things up. "Okay. Let's try this again. Not that we're not...glad to see you, ah, not dead. But how are you not dead?"
"The sarcophagus," Maybourne replied nonchalantly and held out his arms. "Good as new. Not even a larval Goa'uld pouch to show for it."
When no one spoke, Davis cleared his throat delicately. "I take it this development comes as a surprise to you, Colonel O'Neill?"
Jack gave him a look. "Yes, I'm a little surprised. You're not?"
"It was never a secret, Jack," Maybourne said. The use of his given name was odd, since they'd never met each other, and if this was some kind of power play, Jack had expected more subtlety based on what he knew of the man. And more than that, his appearance was almost careless--even in his dress blues, his jacket was unbuttoned and hung on his shoulders just a bit off-kilter, and he stood casually, his arms dangling at his sides. "I was off the scene for a while, and it's not like you've kept in close contact with NID operations from Stargate Command. Now, as I said, that device you have there is from P8B-146..."
"Hold on--sir, excuse me," Fraiser interrupted before they could continue. "So the sarcophagus has been used since the Hathor incident? You were healed completely?"
"After a fashion," Maybourne said. "The scientists have determined that it can most likely heal even an obliterated immune system, but once a person has been carrying a larval Goa'uld around for a day or two...it took several repeated uses for me to be restored to health."
Jack exchanged a glance with Carter, whose eyes were wide. "Colonel Maybourne," she said, "you were healed...'after a fashion?'"
Maybourne turned to her. "I find that occasional use still helps, but I am fully capable of continuing to work, now."
"Um," Daniel said, holding up a finger. He made a face. "There's something you should know about that."
"How many times have you been inside the sarcophagus, sir?" Fraiser asked sharply.
"As many times as necessary," Maybourne answered. "Besides, it's letting us study the effects of the sarcophagus without needing to expose more people than necessary to it."
Fraiser took a deep breath, as if to start a tirade, then paused and pointed out more calmly, "This sounds like the kind of testing the SGC should have been aware of."
"We're obligated to show you our results," Maybourne corrected. "Your scientists don't exactly give us regular progress reports for ongoing experiments, either. Testing hasn't been completed on the sarcophagus."
"By 'testing,' you mean human experimentation that's been going on without any preliminary trials," she said, her voice carefully neutral. "And you--the only subject, I might add--haven't felt any...side effects."
"Oh, I have," Maybourne said, smiling now in a vague way that raised Jack's hackles. "But I promise you, Doctor; they're all good effects."
Jack just bet they were. "Mm-hm," Fraiser said. "Could you describe them to me?"
The smug attitude faded and gave way to suspicion. "Why do you ask?"
"All in the name of science, Colonel," she said primly, plunging her hands into the pockets of her lab coat and looking up imperiously.
"I'm sure. All the same, I think--"
"I'm sure there would be no good reason for anything involving unbiased, scientific research to remain a secret, sir," she cut in. "On the other hand, I do understand that this is part of your medical record that you may wish to keep private."
"Doc..." Jack started.
"Sir, I was just thinking that Colonel Maybourne should be alerted to the detrimental side-effects that the sarcophagus might be having on his physical wellbeing."
Maybourne laughed, the sound open and careless. "Don't worry yourself, Doctor; there are none."
"Oh, no, Harry," Jack put in now, "that's where you're wrong."
Davis cast a glance between them, looking a bit bemused at the obvious tension in the room but determined to hold the situation together. "Colonel, do you know that for certain?"
"Yes," Jack and Maybourne said together.
The assurance that Maybourne had been wearing since he'd walked in dissipated quickly to irritation. "You've seen it used, what, once or twice? I've experienced it myself more times than you can--"
"Okay, now, that would be a problem," Jack said.
"Colonel," Davis said with suppressed impatience, "could someone just explain this, sir?"
"It's like a drug," Jack said, happy to stop playing games tiptoeing around it anymore. "If you use it too much, it makes you"--he gestured vaguely, searching for a term, then settled on--"high as a kite." Davis looked at him. "I believe that's the technical term," he added.
"How would you possibly know that?" Maybourne snapped.
"We've observed temporary behavioral effects following revival with a sarcophagus," Fraiser said. "We've also documented biochemical changes in the patient's body, and all of these changes were consistent with the effects seen in someone using narcotics. Master Bra'tac of the Jaffa confirmed that that side effect isn't unique to the one case we saw."
Maybourne's eyes narrowed, and Jack could almost see him trying to think a way out of that. "Temporary," he finally said. He shot a look at Daniel. "I can only assume you're talking about Daniel, here, and the incident on the Goa'uld mothership."
Daniel frowned deeply, his entire body stiff, and Jack threw his hands up in exasperation. "Do you know everything that goes on at--?" he started.
"Yes," Maybourne interrupted. "The point is, obviously, even if you're right about the effects, they wear off just fine."
Fraiser shook her head. "If it's used once or twice, infrequently. Colonel Maybourne, use of any narcotic brings a risk of dependence. I find it difficult to believe that something like the sarcophagus could be used so many times without any consequences at--"
"Oh, come on!" Maybourne burst out, his voice conspicuously loud in the silence that followed. Daniel started and took a step back, looking surprised at the sudden change in attitude, and both Teal'c and Carter tensed as if preparing to take action. Jack wasn't surprised at all; he was inclined to trust Fraiser on this one, and he knew all too well how surprising it wasn't. "'Difficult to believe.' How many times have you been proven wrong over the past year? I think I would know if I were hooked on something."
"Spoken like a true junkie," Jack said.
"You would know, wouldn't you Jack?" Maybourne shot back. Jack had a moment to wonder just how the hell Maybourne had access to that part of his files, and then his energy was taken up clenching his fists in his pockets to stop himself from snapping back that whatever had happened after he'd crawled out of Iraq was not remotely the same as jumping into a Goa'uld sarcophagus for the hell of it.
"Whether or not we're right about its long-term effects," Fraiser said firmly, "I would recommend that all testing on the sarcophagus be suspended, except in the extreme circumstances of grave injury or death. Moreover, for your own good, Colonel, I think you need to be monitored closely by a medical professional until we're certain."
"This isn't Stargate Command; you don't have authority here," Maybourne said immediately, puffing up angrily.
"Then I'll make my recommendation to someone who does. I was planning to speak with your chief medical officer in any case," she said politely. "I'll make sure I go through the proper channels. How long ago did you last use the sarcophagus, Colonel?"
He glared at her for a moment, then said, reluctantly and almost petulantly, "Yesterday. What's your point?"
"Why don't we conduct an experiment, sir," Fraiser said. Her tone said it wasn't a question. "By my estimates, based on my admittedly limited observations and your own words that you've used the sarcophagus countless times, you'll begin to experience symptoms from withdrawal fairly soon." She paused and looked at him more closely. "If it hasn't started already. In the meantime, don't use the sarcophagus at all for the next...say, week."
"You're wrong about this, Captain," Maybourne said.
If she was nervous at his deliberate use of her rank, she didn't show it. Unlike the others in the room, Fraiser had been a civilian doctor for years before joining the military; she didn't have the reflexive discomfort that someone like Carter felt when going toe-to-toe with a superior officer. Besides, Fraiser snapped at Jack all the time, so she had practice. Either way, with Davis around, this wouldn't go unreported to the Pentagon. "If I am wrong," she reasoned, "you won't suffer any negative effects from the withdrawal, Colonel, and you'll be proven right."
"I don't have any need to prove things to you!"
"No, sir, you don't. But I think we'd all like this facility to remain as secure as possible, and a person acting under the influence of the effects of an alien device could easily pose a threat," she pointed out, with a glance at Major Davis.
In a low, tight voice, Maybourne reminded her, "If you're right." He took a step closer to loom over her, only to have Teal'c insert himself between them to do some looming of his own.
"Did you know," Daniel said idly, fiddling with the strap of his backpack, "that in Jaffa culture, a warrior could claim the right to dismember someone who tried to harm a friend? Not that anyone would, of course, since we're not in a Jaffa society right now. I just thought it was worth noting." Carter's lips twitched. Jack made sure not to smile himself, but he pointedly didn't tell anyone off, either.
"Dr. Fraiser is usually correct in matters of physical wellbeing," Teal'c added, standing just close enough to emphasize that he was much larger than Maybourne. Maybourne looked a little nervous for the first time since they'd arrived, and Jack regretted that Teal'c hadn't been available that time when Maybourne had walked into the SGC.
"They do have a point about the sarcophagus, Colonel," Davis put in, looking somewhere between thoughtful and disturbed.
Maybourne looked as if he wanted to shout them all down by dint of the fact that he was the highest ranking officer in the room, aside from Jack, which was probably why Jack ended up getting the brunt of the final glare. Jack raised his eyebrows and shrugged back. Finally, Maybourne straightened his rumpled lapel, put some distance between himself and Teal'c, and said, "I'm in control of my faculties, not some alien device. But if you want to play this game, despite the fact that we could be learning valuable information about Goa'uld healing technology, then fine. I'll play. I'll have research on that project cut off for the next seven days."
"Thank you, sir. That sounds like a good idea," Fraiser said calmly, the way Jack had once heard her speak to a patient on the verge of cracking up after ingesting an odd, hallucinogenic alien substance. "Now, Colonel, about that healing device--what planet did you say it was from? P8B...?"
"146," Maybourne finished, biting off the numbers.
Jack looked to Carter, who shook her head. "I don't remember an exploration to that planet, sir."
"Well, SG-1's not the only team, is it, Captain Carter?" Maybourne snapped.
Carter ducked her head for a moment. Jack used to think it was a deference thing, even an apology, but he learned quickly enough that it was just like her 'all due respect, sir, but...' In other words, 'you're completely wrong, sir, and I may or may not mean any respect at all, but I don't want to get reprimanded, either, so...'
"With all due respect, sir," she started, and Jack smirked a little on the inside, "which team did bring it back? Something like this should have caught our attention when it was brought through the 'gate. We have three research departments represented here, and none of us remembers seeing it. We'd really like to know what went wrong so it can be prevented in the future."
"Unfortunately," Maybourne countered, "I can't help you there. I can show you the information that we do have about this item, but that's all we received. Sometimes if it's deemed irrelevant, we don't receive detailed reports about the items shipped over here. The SGC keeps a lot of secrets."
"You couldn't just find the mission report with the right planet?" Carter pressed, frowning. "I know there are a lot to go through, but if you have the electronic copies, it should be a simple matter of doing a search for P8--"
"I know how to search a document for information, Captain," he interrupted. "And it's already done. After we couldn't find it, we were starting to wonder whether the SGC might have been somewhat less than open with us."
"Oh, please," Jack said impatiently, thinking that if this was Maybourne's idea of a cover up, it was sloppy as all hell. What was that about? No one made O-6 by being stupid. "We're the ones who flew a couple of hours to straighten this out. You really think we would've come at all if we were hiding something?"
Maybourne shrugged then. "Do you have another explanation?"
"A few," Jack said.
"I guess we'll all have to check again, sir," Carter said, apparently sensing the imminent stalemate. "But we were also hoping to look at some of the projects you have going here to make sure we're all on the same page."
"I'd like to look at the sarcophagus, for instance," Fraiser added.
Immediately, Maybourne focused accusingly on Fraiser. "So that's why you wanted us to stop using it here--you want it for yourselves, don't you? I should've known that's what you were after. Well, the answer is 'no'--it stays here!"
"No..." she answered slowly. "I wanted to look at it, Colonel, and to ask the scientists in charge a few questions--that's all."
As if noticing everyone's gazes on him, Maybourne relented, scowling again. "The sarcophagus is next door, along with the Goa'uld scripts we're going over."
Daniel perked up. "Can I see that, too?"
"We'll start there, then," Jack said.
"Actually, sir," Carter said, "I'd like to talk to the people working on the iris, if that's okay?"
In the end, Major Davis went with Carter to ask the mechanical engineers some questions, Fraiser went with Teal'c to the infirmary to suggest what blood tests to perform on Maybourne and to tell the CMO that yes, Doctor, I really do think they need to be done as soon as possible, please and thank you, and Jack found himself in a room behind an extra layer of security, staring at a sarcophagus again for the first time since Abydos '82 while waiting for Fraiser to come in.
"Hello," Jack said when two geeks looked up at their approach. The sarcophagus was tucked into a corner, almost unobtrusive, except that he'd seen ones like it raise people from the dead, so it was hard not to stare. As if they were used to being interrupted and ignoring the interruptions, the scientists turned back to the papers they were all perusing.
Jack expected Daniel to be joining them immediately with a few questions, but, when it didn't happen, he glanced over to see him staring at the sarcophagus instead. Daniel stepped toward it, peering at the surface. He traced a finger over a symbol that Jack thought was probably Hathor's, interested, perhaps, in the writing that snaked around the box. For a minute, it was just looking; then a hand crept toward the seam where the sarcophagus opened, and Jack decided it was time to step in.
Before he could say anything, though, an SF let Fraiser in, and the sound of an opening door distracted Daniel into looking away, snatching his hand back.
"Jack, c-could I... uh, the linguistics people were...you know. The Ancient. Um. Stuff," Daniel said, looking rattled.
Maybe the thing reminded him of being tortured to death by Klorel. That would put a damper in most people's excitement.
"Yeah," Jack said, catching Teal'c's eye. "Meet up at 1800, remember." He watched long enough to see both of them head back out the way they'd come, then settled in resignedly to watch Fraiser talk to the scientists and ask them about the extent of its regenerative capacity, even without an immune system upon which to build its...
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10 December 1998; Area 51; 1810 hrs
"I'm not here to point fingers at anyone," Davis assured them once they were alone in a small conference room. Fraiser was out bugging the people trying to cure Alzheimer's. Daniel was off his research high and was slouching at a corner of the table that placed him farthest from Davis, while SG-1 sat stiffly at attention or tapped their fingers restlessly on the arm of the chair. The latter was mostly Jack, admittedly.
"Frankly, sir," Carter said, "we're not sure what the issue is at all."
Shuffling a few papers, Davis nodded. "I've just been asked to debrief you; I'm sure you understand there were a lot of questions about the...Harsesis, and we need some clarification on your mission to the planet known as Kheb. As our foremost experts on these matters, we'd also like to hear what you believe the consequences might be for us. The information we received was pretty scant."
"That's because there's a lot we don't understand ourselves," she explained. "Most of what we do believe is pure speculation based on the observations we were able to make while there."
"Yes--that seems to be par for the course," he said.
"Hey, these are alien planets," Jack countered defensively. "I'd like to see anyone learn more than we did."
Davis seemed surprised. "I wasn't trying to be critical, Colonel O'Neill. It was just an observation."
Jack eyed him suspiciously. "Aliens," he emphasized, just to make sure his point was taken.
"Yes, sir. But knowing what you did about the Harsesis, as well as what you knew about Kheb and the beings there, what exactly made you think your decision to leave the child there was the best one?"
Jack carefully didn't look at Daniel, because he was the commander, dammit, and he wasn't supposed to pass this off even if he was still trying to figure out the answer for himself, except that Daniel took the decision out of his hands just before he could start to speak.
"By that time, several separate sources had implied that a Harsesis could be dangerous to the Tau'ri," Daniel said. "Master Bra'tac of the Jaffa and Sha'uri of Abydos seemed to think that Shi--the Harsesis could be dangerous either to us or to the Goa'uld, depending on the situation. If System Lords were to attack Earth again in order to retrieve the Harsesis, there wouldn't be a lot we could do to stop them. We couldn't safely keep him on Earth."
"That's a lot of trust you put in the beings of Kheb, then," Davis pointed out after a glance at the rest of them, as if to make sure he could and should take the word of the kid in front of him. "How certain were you that they could safeguard the Harsesis any better than we could, and that they wouldn't give him up to the Goa'uld? Your reports mentioned that the being vacated the planet, and that you don't know where it might have taken the Harsesis."
"We were pinned down by a bunch of Jaffa," Jack said. "Lightning bolts killed them all and brought a death glider out of the sky. That was pretty convincing."
"The beings were clearly very powerful, sir," Davis agreed. "But it still leaves the question of trust. We simply need to know that it wasn't...well--"
"Blind faith?" Daniel cut in sharply. Jack turned at hearing his own words that he'd used on Kheb, but Daniel was carefully not looking back at him. "You need to know it wasn't just blind faith, yes?"
Davis hesitated, then nodded. "More or less."
"The child wasn't yours. He wasn't even Earth's. He was the son of Sha'uri of Abydos, and since she was...unavailable to take care of him, his care fell to her closest relative." Daniel tilted his head. "I may still be learning your laws, but I believe that would be true on Earth as well as on her native planet."
"And you're saying that you were that closest relative?"
"No," Daniel said, "that would be her father, Kasuf. But Kasuf did hand the Harsesis's care over to me, and responsibility for decisions about the child that concerned the war and his wellbeing was assigned to me by General Hammond. I did what I thought best as a member of the SGC and as his legal next-of-kin."
"I'm not insensitive to that," Davis said carefully, looking a little thrown, "but that doesn't change the fact that the Harsesis could have been a valuable resource to us."
"The Harsesis," Daniel answered stiffly, his words chosen to be as careful and sharp as a surgeon's scalpel, "was an infant. He was not yours to use as a resource, and I hope no one on Earth would have been willing to abuse him as such."
Davis stared at him, then let his gaze flicker over the rest of them. When no one said anything to add or contradict, he said, "I see."
"If it helps," Daniel offered after a pause, in what was clearly meant to be a conciliatory tone, "it did seem the best option at the time, for Earth as well as for Abydos and Shifu. Goa'uld forces saw us taking him to Kheb, so anyone who wants him now will most likely seek him there, and not here. I included other reasons for that conclusion in my report."
"It is unlikely that we could have carried out any other action," Teal'c added. "The being we knew as Oma Desala was many times more powerful than anything I have witnessed."
"She wouldn't have taken Shifu by force," Daniel insisted.
Teal'c tilted his head noncommittally. "Perhaps."
"Lightning bolts," Jack put in. Daniel looked at him out of the corner of his eye, pressed his lips together, and looked away again. They still weren't on the same page about something here, but they all knew better than to broadcast internal tension in front of an external official.
Finally, Davis nodded in acceptance. "All right. And there's no chance of going back? To document the writing in the temple you found, if for no other reason?"
"Not without risk, not without knowing if there's still a benevolent alien guarding the planet," Jack said, much more comfortable now that they were talking about something he understood on a level deeper than just accepting that Daniel and Bra'tac had known what they were doing. No one knew exactly what had happened to the monk guarding the temple, but Jack would be willing to bet the guy had been more powerful than they'd thought; for all they knew, he was one of the glowy race of aliens, too. "Other Goa'uld might go looking for the Harsesis there, and anyone near the temple can be easily cut off from the Stargate with no escape route."
"In that case, we need to know if there will be any repercussions."
"One positive outcome," Carter said, "is that Heru-ur and has lost most or all of his power following the expeditions to Cimmeria and Kheb."
Davis nodded. "But he himself wasn't killed?"
"We think Heru-ur and Amaunet both escaped from Cimmeria," she said. "And the Goa'uld fear Kheb; Heru-ur might not have been there himself when his Horus Guards were killed. It's likely that he's still alive somewhere, but severely weakened."
"Apophis is alive," Jack said, "but we know he's been pretty desperate in trying to increase his army."
"But in the grand scheme of things, what does that mean?" Davis asked, looking to Apophis's former First Prime.
Teal'c raised his chin. "Apophis and Heru-ur may either seek each other for aid or fall to the mercy of some stronger System Lord."
"Would that be a good thing?" Davis asked. "As I understand it, the Goa'uld are competitive. If one of them gets removed from the picture by another, especially without much of an army to be subsumed by the victor..."
"The Goa'uld are driven not only by power but also by vengeance," Teal'c said. "The stronger System Lord could keep a fallen enemy alive indefinitely and use him as a symbol of his conquest."
"In other words," Jack summarized, "when one goes down, another one can use him to get more power."
"It is also possible that another Goa'uld would rise to take his place among the System Lords," Teal'c said.
"Is that likely?"
"Apophis has named his son as his heir."
"Klorel," Daniel said, though his tone was so wooden that Jack couldn't tell whether he was trying to clarify for Major Davis or just thinking aloud.
Teal'c nodded once. "If he falls, Klorel may seek to claim his inheritance."
"Basically, sir," Carter said, "the current power structure has been destabilized at a few significant points, but all we can do now is watch carefully to see which way the chips fall and keep trying in the meantime to increase our defensive capabilities. We have a lot of designs currently in development or in testing stages--I'm sure you know about those projects already."
"Yes, we do," Davis said. "About that...more and more of our developing technology recently has been incorporating naquadah from sources like Abydos. I assume you've spoken with Abydos since the expedition to Kheb?"
"We have," Jack said. "We went to speak with them ourselves the day after. They are fully aware of everything that happened with the Harsesis."
Davis waited, but when no elaboration came, he prompted, "And they're fine with it? They were convinced that it was the right course of action?"
There was a barely perceptible hesitation, and then Daniel spoke up to say simply, "Yes."
The trip had taken almost an entire day, so Jack suspected it wasn't quite that simple--it couldn't have been, really, when kids and family and interplanetary politics were all involved--but they'd left on good terms, the mining was happily continuing, and SG-6 seemed to be on speaking and joking terms with the native Abydons, who were as curious about the Tau'ri as they were about all the machinery. Daniel would only say that whatever had taken him so long was personal, not business. Teal'c hadn't found it appropriate to offer a translation, either, so Jack had decided not to poke any further into it.
"Is there any possibility that the Harsesis will be found again?" Davis asked.
"I don't know," Daniel said evenly. "Believe me, Major, no one hopes to find Shifu again more than I do."
For an alarming moment, Jack thought he saw Daniel's eyes glistening, but when he looked again, he decided it was a trick of the light off the glasses. And Daniel was back to staring at the table, unnaturally calm in a way that freaked Jack out almost more than tears in front of the Pentagon would have.
When no one else spoke, Jack asked, "Is that it?"
"I think so, Colonel," Major Davis said, organizing a few things and standing up. "I'm not going back to Washington until tomorrow evening, so if there's anything else, I'll find you." He paused, then said, "Sir, Colonel Maybourne seemed to believe there was an issue with the healing device..."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Major--we think there's an issue, too."
"That was the only one of the devices we were told about that we didn't recognize," Carter explained. "We just want to figure out where it came from and how it ended up in this facility." And if there are others, she left unsaid.
"I'd like to know how that stunt with the sarcophagus was allowed to start in the first place," Jack added.
"Because Colonel Maybourne was killed, Jack," Daniel said suddenly, shooting at look at him that was laden with an extra dose of annoyance. "He didn't exactly have a choice."
"Not at first, maybe," Jack said.
"Perhaps Dr. Fraiser will have further information," Teal'c suggested, firmly stopping them just as Daniel opened his mouth to respond. "We will learn no more of Colonel Maybourne's activities before then."
Understanding, Davis nodded again. "I'll keep all of that in mind. And if Colonel Maybourne's unavailable, I'll make sure the healing device and other relevant technology also gets sent to the SGC."
Jack stood immediately. "Good. Now let's go find Fraiser and pick this up tomorrow. Ah!" he added when Carter looked about to protest. "Tomorrow, Captain."
From the next chapter (" Consequences, Part II"):
"Good," he said, relieved. They didn't need problems on more than one front, and definitely not in their own backyard. "So it definitely never came through our 'gate."
Carter stopped. Jack pulled up short just before he could run into her. She turned around to look at Jack. "They have another Stargate here," she said.