Hello all! This is gonna be a weird one, so I have a lot of explaining to do first, sorry, lol. But please read this commentary before reading the story, or you'll be totally lost.

First, I must tell you that this story is not completely mine. I am co-wriing this with my friend, who here on FFN is Seintaran Princess. This is a crossover between her fanfiction universe and mine. She liked Teen Titans, and she created a new Teen Titans character, and wrote fic with that character, Morgan Adams. If you want to know more about Teen Titans and Morgan, then go read Seintaran Princess's two stories, or at least the first, "Meetings and Choices", where Morgan is introduced. They may seem a bit strange, as Morgan is quite an original character (lol, you'll know what I mean when you start reading) but they are really good. Granted, she doesn't know as much about the SG-1 characters as I do, so the parts involving those characters that she wrote may be a bit off, but I'm helping her and she's not too far off. She's certainly got Jack and his snarkiness down pat!

But anyway, just wanted to explain some of this before throwing the first part of this peice of fun insanity at you, lol, but I hope you'll still read it. It will get better, I promise, lol--but only if you like it and want us to go on:) So please review! Thanks:)

Chapter One

"What's going on here?" Morgan asked as she entered an alley when she spotted something glowing from the street.

She scared whoever it was in the shadows badly enough to make them shout out and trip over something, resulting in them tumbling over backwards, she supposed, as she heard the loud clatter that signified a bunch of metal and other objects being moved and fallen on.

After clinging to a wall as a thunderous noise issued from somewhere in the alley, she righted herself and looked around. As she walked further into the alley to see who and what was in there, something blue appeared before her, something that looked like a swirling, shimmering vortex of water. Before she could study it for a minute longer, she was pulled into it.

Morgan thought that, out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone else being sucked into the vortex with her, but she couldn't be sure. Before she could wonder about it any further, she found herself in the vortex, dematerializing, and racing along a tunnel of blue light through what seemed to be outer space, faster than she had ever traveled before. It was cold, confusing; she was jarred back and forth within the tunnel, unable to control her movement, and she could see nothing but the racing light. Not that she was really "seeing" anything, being dematerialized, but there was the sense of it.

Then, almost as quickly as the wacky ride had begun, she could see the end, and in her mind's eye she sensed something obstructing her way, something telling her she had to take action or she would slam into it. So she did, reaching out with her powers, with her mind to move it out of her path, because she certainly didn't want her molecules spread halfway across the Milky Way. She caught a glimpse of sleek gray metal before it spiraled out of her way, drawing back in on itself to disappear into the edges of a giant metal ring that she suddenly found herself hurtling through, shoved rudely back into the real world.

In a split second she saw that there was no one in the immediate vicinity of her in this new place to answer questions of where she was or what was going on, so her powers automatically re-directed her to the nearest person, who happed to be the only person she could see through a large glass window a story or so above where she now stood.


Walter Harriman yawned. Except for SG-1 coming back a bit early from their most recent mission that morning, nothing interesting had happened for the past several days. His shifts the last week or so had consisted of calling out chevrons as usual, while dialing the Stargate for the teams going through that he wished he could join. He could never have expected the sudden off-world activation that began out of the blue.

As Harriman called out to General Hammond, reporting the activation, the 'Gate whooshed open. The particles spewed out, then collapsed back in on themselves to form the shimmering surface of an open wormhole. Seconds later, there was a ripple in the event horizon, and something seemed to come through, but he couldn't be sure. Hammond came up behind him then, and both caught a glimpse of what had seemed to be possibly a figure clad in blue and black, but it disappeared before either could confirm in their minds what they were seeing.

"Seargeant, what in the world was that?" General Hammond demanded.

"I-I don't know, sir." Harriman stammered. He looked down to the computer consoles. "But we are getting some sort of strange energy signatures coming through the 'gate."

At that, Samantha Carter, who had just arrived on scene, perked up. "What kind of strange energy signatures?" she asked pointedly, leaning over Walter's shoulder to look at the readouts.

"I have no idea. Our computers can't find a match for it. It's definitely nothing we've seen before."

"Huh..." Carter trailed, thinking.

"Carter, what's up?" Jack O'Neill's voice came from behind her, and Sam turned to see Daniel, Teal'c, and the colonel coming up the last couple of steps from the level below into the control room.

"We're not sure, sir," she answered.

"Well that's too bad, because I was hoping you could tell me."

Everyone in the control room turned at the sound of the new, unfamiliar feminine British accented voice that spoke from behind them. What they saw at the back of the control room was completely unexpected. Behind them stood a young teenage girl, shimmering long dark brown hair hanging to her waist, dark blue jeans and long sleeved black shirt clinging to her slim, shapely figure, and face with piercing blue eyes twisted in a purely confused expression.

Daniel, Jack, and Walter found their mouths dropping open before they realized what they were doing and swiftly shut them again. Hammond recovered his decorum from the surprise of the sudden appearance more quickly, and spoke.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" the general demanded.

At the heavy gaze of everyone in the room bearing down on her, the girl looked a bit disturbed. Smiling sheepishly, she raised a hand in greeting. "Uh...hi?"

Hammond frowned. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the freaken queen of Ireland, Baldy." She grinned widely.

"Really? I hear it's nice this time of year," O'Neill said snarkily.

The girl crossed her arms across her chest, making it hard for most of the men in the room to keep their composures.

"Who the hell are you?" Hammond demanded again, not liking being called baldy.

"I'm Jamie O'Neill. That's with two l's now." The grin returned to her face when everyone turned to look at Jack.

"What?" he asked.

"I won't ask again. Who are you?"

The girl's eyes lost their teasing sparkle. Her expression turned rueful. "My name's Morgan Adams. Now, would anyone care to tell me where the hell I am?"

At the man's unbelieving gaze, she became mad, her eyes flickering red for a second, and she faded out of view. Everyone in the control room looked around in surprise after she'd disappeared.

"DAMMIT!"

The brief bit of profanity brought them to look out the window. The girl stood down in the room containing the 'Gate, looking close to murdering someone. Her fists were clutched at her side, her face was nearly blood red, and her stance gave them every right to want to avoid her for the rest of their lives. Hammond was the first to reach the room below.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?! WHY CAN'T I GET HOME?!"

"I thought teenagers couldn't wait to get away from home," Jack stated as he entered the room with his team behind him.

Her murderous glare turned on him. "I have to get home."

"Tell us who you are and we may be able to help you," Hammond told her.

"Here we go again! I've already told you who I am!"

"I don't believe that's your name. You've changed it too many times for me to believe that."

"Fine. Go with Aliciaes Delmorta." She looked at him when she felt his questioning gaze. "It translates to Morgan Adams."

"I'm not sure I can believe you."

"Then, Baldy, you'd better start believing in the unbelievable. Some things that don't seem possible are in fact quite possible. I've learned that much in my sixteen and a half years."

"Where are you from?"

"Earth."

"So, you're from here?"

She looked at each of them for a moment. "Okay. Hold your horses, cowboy. Where exactly is 'here'?"

"This is earth."

"I can tell that." Her voice and face became impatient. "What year? What country, state, city? I need specifics to know how hard it'll be for me to get back home."

"Uh, this is 2004. Um, earth," Daniel told her.

"This is just really great! Thrown back two years in time again!"

A wave of confusion washed across the room.

"Okay, where exactly is 'here' then?" Morgan asked.

Daniel nervously licked his lips and took a step toward her then glanced quickly at General Hammond for permission. The general nodded warily and Daniel turned back to Morgan. "Er, well, this is Colorado Springs, Colorado, United States of America."

"That helps. Now I know exactly how far away from home I am."

"Where is your home?" Hammond asked.

"Smart ass," Jack mumbled in a loud tone, rolling his eyes at the girl, though obviously not meaning for her to notice. She did.

Daniel cast Jack a warning glance.

"What?" Jack asked.

"You know what," Daniel replied.

"I do?"

"Jaaack!"

"You two aren't..." Morgan trailed off.

Jack and Daniel immediately jumped away from each other in disgust. "No, no, no!" they cried quickly, amid snickers from General Hammond and Sam and a half smile from Teal'c.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Daniel said, frowning.

Jack looked at him. "We've gotta watch that."

Daniel rolled his eyes as Morgan giggled.

After a minute, she became deadly serious again. "Okay. Enough idiocy. I really need to get home."

"You still haven't told us where 'home' is," Sam told her.

Morgan gave a small half smile. "Jump City, San Francisco, California, year 2006."

"You're from the future? So that explains the clothes," Jack commented.

"Yes, if you consider that the future compared to where I've been. And the clothes for damn sure look a lot better than yours." Sighing and shaking her head, she looked at the General. "I again stress the need that I get home. I was keeping an eye out for...someone who's potentially dangerous to my world."

"Potentially dangerous, huh? Who could be more dangerous than you?"

"Besides you? Oh, let's see. An enemy who's killed me over three hundred times without mercy, a deranged psychopathic lunatic who's been running all over the world, killing people trying to get to one of my friends, a screw up wizard who's too afraid to come out and face me and..." she trailed off, her eyes hitting the ground. This man was right. Who could prove more dangerous to anyone than her? "Me."

Hammond grew tense. "Who are you exactly?"

Her eyes roamed the walls and floors in the room. "Magic. You know exactly who I am. I've already told you two times, in two different languages, I believe. If you can't accept that, then so be it. No one usually does until they see the truth happen before their eyes."

She turned to look at the 'Gate. "You think this big hunka' metal can get me back home?"

"It depends…." Sam answered.

"I can do that, no worries. I was just wondering if it could get me back home."

She began studying it and soon figured out that it was nothing more than a big worm hole with fancy rings to hold it in one place. She could make one in a snap. That brought up the question about why she was just standing around, asking them to get her home when she could do it herself. All that was left to chance was timing and place.

Sighing, she walked out of her body and out a door and ended up in a hall. The end looked to be far away from any doors and so that was the way she went. She held a glowing light in her hand by the time she reached the end. Holding it up before her, it turned into a round, flat object.

"Show me my friends," she said and waited.

Nothing was out of place. They were battling the villains, as usual. There was no sign that he'd shown up, that he was even there. Her loaded mind lightened tremendously at that, improving her mood. All she had to do now was get back to them. Reaching out, she grabbed the light and turned around, the light disappearing into her hand. She was set on exploring this place, getting to know every nook and cranny it possessed. Then again, all she had to do was send little servant like things to gather what she wanted to know. That being done, she went looking for the people she'd met earlier, stepping back into her body.

"How are we so sure she's not a Goa'uld informant?" Jack asked.

"We just have to keep a close eye on her for now," General Hammond replied.

Morgan's eyes glowed as she listened to the conversation. So. They didn't know if she could be trusted, huh? Well, it was about time she showed what side she was on. These Goa'uld thingys sounded like Slade's robot army. And if they were anything like them, they'd be easy to take down. After listening in for a while longer, her eyes lost the slight reddish glow. Her sadness returned with the thought of Slade. What if she ended up stuck in this time and place forever? What if she never saw her friends again?

"Slade and this whole screwed up place can just go jump off a cliff and dive into a lake and drown," she thought venomously, the glow returning.

Calming herself down, she took a step, vanished, and reappeared beside Daniel, scaring everyone. "What?" she asked. "Am I that scary?"

"Yes," Jack replied.

Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Watch your back and stay awake at night, Jackie. This is one sorceress you don't want to mess with."

"Sorceress? That's impossible. Sorceresses don't exist," Sam told her.

"You're saying I don't exist? I guess I'd better return to the dust then, hadn't I?" She faded out.

"Whoa. Wait a minute. Get back here!" Daniel cried.

"Why?" Mor stood beside Teal'c.

"How'd you do that?" Sam asked.

"Insults! My God, they can't recognize true magic! I don't use mirrors or anything to do with the stuff people use to imitate magic. I'm the true to life real deal. I hate it when people tell me my magic isn't real. It's heart breaking."

"If you're magic, then I'm the President of the United States," Jack said.

Mor's lids were half closed, her arms crossed across her chest. "You are." Men in black appeared around Jack who was now in a pants suit. A wide grin appeared on Mor's face.

Jack glanced around and then down at himself, eyes wide. "Sweet."

"Enough. None of this is real." Sam stared Mor down.

"Believe what you want." She looked around at them all. "I can't make you believe something you don't want to. But I can bring your worst fears to life."

Her eyes flashed blue before the lights went off. She blocked out anything that would try to get the power going before she'd had her fun with her powers. After several moments of darkness, a little laughter filled the room.

"Bloody hell, this it fun! I used to love doing this to villains," Mor's voice sounded from in front of them. A moment later, the lights came on.

Their clothes had been changed and they all seemed to be in different scenes of a movie. Sam looked like a cavewoman, Jack was a donkey, Daniel was a Secret Agent, and Teal'c looked like Sherlock Holmes. Mor burst out laughing.

She rose into the air and hung upside down for a minute before rolling onto her stomach. "Believe me yet?" She landed by Sam as she took the spell away as the Iris opened behind her.

She turned around as SG-2, led by Lieutenant Feretti, and SG-3, led by Cornel Makepeace, came through the wormhole, staff blasts following them through though none of their pursuers followed them through. In all the rush of excitement, Mor got pushed aside. She watched the blasts come through as Hammond called for the Iris to be closed. When it finally was, she heard the dull thud of bodies hitting it. As she turned her red eyes on the door to the room, a woman walked through dressed like a doctor. She heard the name Janet and stuck it to the doctor before the staff blasts came to memory again.

Her anger rose and her blood began to boil. She turned back toward the 'gate, prepared to go through it and kill every one of those sorry, good for nothing, low down... She looked up as someone stepped in front of her. Her red eyes shocked him for a moment but they died away almost as quickly as he'd seen them. She was still on a blood rage, though no more physical signs would show. She needed to fight something, to hold some kind of weapon in her hand. And then she remembered that her hands were her own weapons. She looked past Daniel and at the 'gate.

"Move," she said.

"Why?"

"I'm going to destroy all those robots once and for all. Now move."

"Those weren't robots."

She looked at him, confused.

"They were Jaffa, servants of the Goa'uld."

"This place just keeps getting more and more complicated. I like it better at home where the aliens were friendly and taught different languages and my friends and I kept the peace and..."

"How many languages do you know, exactly?"

"How many do you know?"

"Twenty-three," he said, rather proudly.

"Hum. That's a lot. I'll have to say, I think you have me beat." She was silent for a minute. "Let's see... that's two, three, nine, twelve... Two hundred thirty-five and learning new ones every day."

Daniel gaped, his heart almost stopping. "Can you teach them to me? Can you tell me about the history of the places?"

"No and no." She turned away from him and looked around, trying to find a way to escape.

Daniel blinked in surprise and stared after her for a moment, then snapped out of it and ran to catch up, frowning. "Hey! Wait a minute...Morgan, right?"

She turned and quirked an eyebrow at him, smirking. "You forget my name already?"

"W-Well, no, I was just making sure I had the right one," Daniel stammered, flustered.

"Uh huh."

Daniel sighed and tried again as injured members of SGs 2 and 3 were surrounded by medics. Janet Fraiser flitted from patient to patient, checking their conditions and issuing orders to her medical staff on their care after being brought to the infirmary.

"Look, Morgan, I'm not exactly sure what's going on here or who or what you are, but my friends and I are explorers. Jack, Sam, Teal'c, and I make up SG-1, and our whole job is to go through that stargate-" He motioned toward it with one hand. "-and try to make contact with new peoples, to make friends and hopefully find allies to help us in our fight against the Goa'uld. And if you'll let me I--we would like to get to know you. If what you're telling us is true, you could be a lot of help to us."

"Explorers, huh? I've been in the military, a pirate, in different times, part of a monastery, and once, for a brief part of time, an explorer. And no. I won't stay around long enough for you to get to know me."

"I don't know if you'll have a choice in the matter."

Morgan scowled darkly at him. "Is that a threat?"

The archaeologists shook his head quickly, throwing up his hands in front of him. "No! No no, absolutely not, I'm just saying that I don't know how quickly we'll be able to get you home. The stargate isn't designed for time travel. What happened to you was a mishap."

"No kidding."

"Well, while you're here we could always exchange information about other cultures, languages and things I suppose. You've obviously been to many, and I'm an archaeologist, an anthropologist, and a linguist, so I'd love to hear about them."

"No can do canner."

"What?"

"Sorry; you're too far behind me on the evolutionary scale--Bye!"

With that, Morgan turned on her heel and marched out the door behind the departing medical teams and patients. Just on the other side of the threshold she turn and waved.

Daniel rolled his eyes and started to follow her. "Hey, you can't just--OWW!" He was cut short when suddenly his body slammed into something, and it wasn't until he started falling backwards that he realized it had been the door--the door that had closed much more quickly than it should have been able to.

"Daniel!"

Jackson crashed to the floor, and behind him he could hear Jack's worried shout. Sam was the first to reach him, O'Neill, Teal'c, and Hammond not far behind.

"Daniel, are you all right?" Sam asked.

Daniel was holding his nose, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. "Not really."

"What happened?" Hammond demanded.

At that the door slid open again, and once again unnaturally fast. On the other side stood Morgan, grinning and waving her fingers at them.

"That was me." Then she crossed back into the room, stood on her tiptoes and leaned over Daniel, looking down at him curiously. "Are you okay?" she asked innocently.

"No," Daniel glared, his voice affected by the offended part of his face.

Morgan started laughing.

Jack didn't think it was particularly funny.

"What the heck are you 'laughing' about! You just injured a member of my team!"

Daniel sat up shakily. "It's just my nose, Jack."

"Yeah, sure it's just your nose; Daniel, you sound like Spongebob Squarepants trying to do an impression of Squidward."

Daniel turned a glare on O'Neill.

Sam put a hand on Jackson's shoulder. "How bad is it? Are you bleeding?"

Daniel pulled his hand away from his face. "No, but I think it's broken."

Morgan sighed. "Here, let me help you. I didn't really mean to hurt you. She knelt down beside him, pulling his hand away from his face. She placed her hand over his nose, a light blue orb forming around it. Daniel stared at her as he felt a tingling sensation going through his nose and then the rest of his face. She looked up at him a moment later and he saw flames appear for a moment in her eyes before she dropped her hand.

"There. That should do it." She stood and looked up at the others around Daniel as he stood.

"She really was telling the truth," she heard Hammond say as she walked out of the room and into the hallway and stopped, remembering the first time she'd met her friends. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, tears slipping down her face. A moment later, her head came back and her eyes opened up as she started to walk down the hall to her right.

Mor stopped walking and closed her eyes as images appeared before them. Something wasn't right in her time. Something was happening, something bad. Just as quickly as it came, it left. Her eyes flew open. Her mind went over the eyes of the people she'd seen in the images of home. They were glowing yellow... Hardly a thing to be calm about. Crap.