ZnK here with chapter thirty! Happy New Year, boys and girls of all ages! I'm sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed! I wanted to give you guys a New Year's present, so I hurried to the best of my abilities to type this up before heading off to celebrate! In this chapter, Harry pokes Kinsey, miffs Weir, flusters Carter, and saves the day... again!
President Henry Hayes opened the doors to his office in the White House, only to find himself staring at someone who he was sure hadn't been there when he left.
Dr. Harry Potter, his hands tucked into the pockets of his lab coat, turned to face him, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"President Hayes," Harry greeted with a nod. "I hear you have been wanting to speak to me?"
"Dr. Potter..." Hayes muttered, narrowing his eyes as he slowly closed the door behind him. "How did you get in here?"
"Magic," Harry said with a grin. "Given how the Statute of Secrecy established by the International Confederation of Wizard is written, the leaders of the non-magical population must be made aware of the existence of magic by the leaders of the magical population. I am certain that Minister Davis showed up here a couple of days ago to fill you in?"
"Let me get this straight..." Hayes said slowly, walking up to Harry. "Not only are you part of the most top-secret operation in the United States, but you are also a wizard?"
"Indeed I am," Harry said, nodding. He held out his hand, and Hayes shook it.
"General Hammond told me that you were supposed to be under a sort of house-arrest?"
"Yeah, well, I have never been too good at doing what I'm told, unless I actually want to do it," Harry said with a shrug. "He also told me that you wanted to meet with me?"
"Yes," Hayes said as he headed over to one of the sofas in the center of the oval office, sitting down. "Please, have a seat."
Harry hummed in agreement as he sat down in the sofa across from Hayes.
"I have been informed that you have had some kind of information downloaded into your brain," Hayes said. "Something that is going to help us?"
"Mm, probably," Harry said with a nod.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's a lot of information. It's like trying to locate a specific straw in a Mt. Everest of grass."
"That does sound like a lot..."
"Enough to give even a man like me a considerable headache," Harry said, giving the President another nod. "Was there a specific reason why you wanted to meet with me?"
"From what General Hammond has told me, you are no longer a citizen of this planet. You're a member of this... Asgard people, correct?" Hayes asked, to which Harry nodded again. "Well, that makes you a bit impartial, doesn't it? You're a member of a people who are the allies of earth as a whole, not just a single country. Taking advice from you, and heeding them if they are good, shouldn't be put under too much scrutiny, especially when your intelligence is added to the equation."
"Heh, you're smarter than you appear."
"Better than appearing smarter than you are," Hayes said with a shrug.
There was a knock on the door, and one of Hayes' aides came in.
"Mr. President, General Hammond."
"Show him in," Hayes said.
Hammond stepped into the office, wearing his full uniform, rather than just the sleeveless shirt he tended to wear at the SGC. He was carrying a briefcase, and smiled upon seeing Hayes.
"General George Hammond!" Hayes said, getting up and holding out his hand for Hammond to shake, which he did.
"I think it was Lieutenant, last time we spoke, wasn't it?"
"For both of us. That was a lot of hair ago, sir."
"Oh, wow, was that a joke, General?" Harry spoke up, while Hayes laughed. Only now did Hammond notice him, his eyes widening.
"Dr. Potter? I thought you were supposed to be confined to the SGC?"
"I got bored," Harry said with a shrug. He looked to Hayes. "Well, you seem busy. Besides, I get this feeling that I might be needed at the SGC right now. Take care of yourself, General. Mr. President."
With that, Harry Apparated away with a crack.
"Three days from today is a Thursday," Harry heard O'Neill's voice as he made his way up the stairs to the briefing room. "Thursday's not good for us."
"Agreed, I'm having dinner with the family," Harry said as he reached the top of the stairs to find SG-1 standing by the briefing room table with none other than Bra'tac. "So, what's happening on Thursday?"
"Dr. Potter," Bra'tac greeted with a bow of his head. "I bring word from Jaffa loyal to our cause. Anubis will be here in three days with the full force of his fleet."
Harry uttered a "Hurhmm..." at that, then nodded and said, "True, Thursday isn't good for us."
"Why now?" Carter asked, furrowing her brow thoughtfully.
"Anubis believes that we know the location of the Lost City," Teal'c said.
"We don't," Carter said.
"Not yet," O'Neill said with a gesture for Harry.
"Yeah, but he doesn't know that we don't know," Daniel said. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but just then, now Vice-President Kinsey entered the briefing room, with a woman that Harry recognized as Dr. Elizabeth Weir, and an aide.
"Well, some people just don't know when to leave," Kinsey said, shaking his head.
"Truer words have never been spoken," Harry said, giving Kinsey a pointed look, timing it perfectly with the turning of his bolt. Feeling inspired by Kinsey's presence, he reached into his pockets and pulled out a couple of spare parts that he had taken from the Sujan.
"Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, Dr. Potter, Teal'c," Weir said, greeting SG-1 with a nod, ignoring the heated glare Kinsey was giving Harry. "I know these are strange circumstances to be meeting for the first time."
"And you are...?" O'Neill asked.
"I am Dr. Elizabeth Weir, Colonel."
"You can just call her your one hope of ever stepping through the Stargate again," Kinsey said, sounding incredibly happy at the thought of SG-1 never going on another offworld mission again, something that gave Harry even more inspiration.
"Bit of a mouthful," O'Neill quipped simply.
"I know I'm playing catch-up, but, uh, I understand time is short," Weir said, which made O'Neill smile.
"Actually, it's all relative, Ma'am. Carter could explain it better, if we had more time."
Harry had to snort at that statement as he placed an Asgard power crystal into the oval metal shell in his hand. Next, he inserted two nails which had gotten their tips snipped off.
"Shall we have a seat, then?" Weir asked, and everyone did as suggested. "Obviously, this is a matter of grave importance."
"She's quick," O'Neill said, sounding impressed.
"Which is why I've taken it upon myself to come on down and hear what Mr. Bra'tac has to say personally."
"Master Bra'tac," O'Neill corrected. "Master."
"I beg your pardon," Kinsey almost hissed, clearly not meaning it. "So, you believe this Goa'uld Anubis is planning to attack?"
"You may be certain of it," Bra'tac said with a nod.
"I'll say this, the timing is impeccable," Kinsey said, shaking his head. "The moment we suspend Stargate operations, you pull this out of your hat."
"Or maybe you just have really bad timing, Cunty," Harry commented. "I'm starting to get sick of your presence. If it were up to me, I'd cut you into thousands of pieces and scatter you across the galaxy."
He was met with complete silence, and he looked up to see that everyone was staring at him in surprise.
"You just spoke Ancient," Daniel explained.
"I know. I just thought Cunty would get really upset, and we'd be here for days listening to his bitching if I said it in English."
Kinsey turned an interesting shade of red at that, bordering on Vernon's trademark puce, while O'Neill, Carter, and Daniel struggled to suppress their smiles.
"Mr. Vice-President," O'Neill said, putting great emphasis on the 'Vice,' "if you're suggesting that we'd make something like this up-"
"Yes, Colonel, that's exactly what I'm suggesting," Kinsey said, raising his voice to show that Harry's comments had gotten to him.
"Yes, well, that is exactly what we do!" O'Neill said, and Harry noticed that he was looking increasingly annoyed. "We sit around on our fat asses and create scenarios that put the planet at risk. That's exactly what we do."
"Oh, I'm sure you'd do just about anything..."
"Alright, that's about enough," Harry said as he placed the top part of the shell onto the device in his hand. The device had two buttons. When he pressed the top button, the two snipped nails shot out of the device like the application electrodes on a taser. Then, he pushed the bottom button and reached out, touching Kinsey with the device on the upper arm. A burst of white light flashed between the device and Kinsey, and suddenly the Vice-President fell out of his chair, slumping to the ground as he went limp like a boned fish.
"Stunner," Harry informed his team as he pressed the top button again, causing the nails to recede back into the device, before tossing it to O'Neill. "Put that in your pocket, enjoy it. A gift, if you will."
"Dr. Potter!" Weir exclaimed, her eyes wide as she shot to her feet. "What...?"
"Don't worry, he'll be fine within an hour or two," Harry said, waving her off. "I just didn't feel like dealing with him anymore. I have an incredible headache as it is."
"I can't say I'm upset about this development," O'Neill commented, looking from the device to Kinsey, then to Weir. "I'm happy to continue this without him."
"Crysteri," Harry spoke up, getting a set of nonplussed looks from the other occupants of the table. "That's it. Crysteri!"
"Alright..." O'Neill said slowly. "Why don't you pretend you're talking to people who don't speak fluent Ancient?"
"Crysteri, I've never heard of that word," Daniel said.
"Well, it's not a word that was ever translated into Latin," Harry said, rising from his chair. He stood there for a moment, completely still, his eyes narrowing and widening now and then. "I... I gotta go."
With that, he rushed off, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. Then, he fished an Asgard communicator out of his pocket.
There was a few moments of silence, and then Heimdall's voice was heard saying, "Oh, Dr. Potter! What a pleasure! What can I help you with?"
"I will be sending Aceso aboard the Sujan, Heimdall," Harry said. "It would be nice if you could meet her near the edge of Ida so she doesn't have to go too far. I need some parts."
"Aceso will have the full list with her. I need lots of things, I need parts, I need a crystal purifier, a modifier... Damn it, there's no time! Just meet her, alright?"
"Certainly, Dr. Potter! It sounds urgent, after all! I shall arrange a meeting spot with Aceso as soon as she contacts me."
"Good. Take care."
Harry pocketed the crystal again, and continued rushing down the corridor.
Four hours later, Harry was in his lab, which was even messier than usual. Parts were littering the floors and all the desks. The ashtray next to him had a large amount of cigarettes in it, some half-smoked, some completely, some hardly even lit, and some that hadn't even been put out, instead smoking faintly, indicating that they hadn't even been lit properly.
A knock was heard on the door, to which he responded with a "Mhm?"
The door opened, showing Dr. Weir, who stepped inside with wide eyes.
"Uh, wow... I wasn't expecting a scientist's lab to look like a mechanics shop..." she said in a bad attempt at humor.
"What can I do for you, Dr. Weir?" Harry asked as he tinkered with picking a naquadah generator apart.
"Well, I realized that we haven't really been formally introduced," Weir said, clearing her throat. "I guess I just wanted to get to know the genius behind most of the advancements made here in the last couple of years. I hear you're even the mastermind behind the design of the Prometheus?"
"Yeah, that's me," Harry said shortly, getting up and scratching his head. He reached up and pushed a button on his bolt. "Aceso, how's it coming?"
"Master, I am pleased to announce that I have reached my destination. Heimdall is expected to arrive within three minutes," came Aceso's voice directly into his head. "I shall contact you when the delivery has been made."
"Good, good. Uh..." Harry looked around, finding the part he needed with an "Ah!" and picking it up, bringing it back to the naquadah generator.
"What, exactly, is Crysteri?" Weir asked curiously.
"I'll let you know when it's finished," Harry said, going back to his tinkering.
"Ah. Yes, I read that Colonel O'Neill tended to do things without knowing what exactly he was doing when he-"
"No, I know exactly what Crysteri is, and what it does," Harry interrupted. "I'm just not used to revealing such things until my work is done."
"Well, from what I understand, you are the only one who possesses the knowledge we need to survive this," Weir said. "And as the leader of Stargate Command, I think I'm entitled to find out what you're doing."
Harry gave an audible snort and straightened up, turning to look at Weir with an amused look on his face.
"Wow, you really haven't been here long, have you?" he said with a chuckle. "Listen, Dr. Weir, I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us, so I will say this as clearly as I can right now so you won't be shocked later." He cleared his throat and leaned forward. "Even if you were the Supreme Commander of Earth, I still wouldn't a toss about what you think you're entitled. I do what I want, when I want, simply because I want it. And no one can tell me what to do."
"How the hell could you have been kept around this long?" Weir asked in surprise. "Especially with an attitude like that?"
"I've befriended a few of the people here, and if they ask for help, I consider it. Oftentimes I help. However, I also think that owning all this spectacular technology, and merely renting it to earth, has earned me considerable leniency."
"Do you have something against me, Doctor?"
"Oh, don't worry, it's nothing personal," Harry said, shaking his head. "I just liked having Hammond in charge, and I'm a bit miffed that he's gone. The last time we had a change in leadership, the new commander was a tosser. Besides, Hammond is a good man. I consider him something of a friend. He even visited me the other day when everyone thought this was gonna kill me."
"I'm too good to die from something like this," Harry said, waving her off.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have a problem with arrogance, Doctor?" Weir asked, to which Harry gave a bark of laughter.
"All the time! Unfortunately, I think too highly of myself to accept criticism. I guess that's the arrogance at it's finest. With a pinch of narcissism, perhaps."
Weir narrowed her eyes at him, giving Harry a scrutinizing look.
"I think you're trying to rile me up, Doctor."
"Oh, wow," Harry said with a small smile. "You're the first one who's ever gotten that... Well, save for my old headmaster, but he's a brilliant old codger, so he doesn't count."
Weir nodded slowly, probably because she couldn't think of anything else to say or do.
"Well, Harry Potter," Harry said, holding out his hand for Weir to shake, which she did.
"Well, now that we've been formally introduced..." Harry trailed off and gestured for Weir to leave.
"Ah!" Harry interrupted warningly with a shake of his head.
"No!" Harry said, deeming the conversation over. Therefore, he reached under the bench, and picked up his portable beam transporter, setting it down on the bench after brushing some scrap metal out of the way.
This time, Harry didn't need to speak to interrupt Weir, instead just giving her a glare as he moved crystals around on the transporter. Then, he grinned when he saw Weir disappear in a flash of white light.
It wasn't even a minute later when Carter poked her head into Harry's lab, looking around.
"Did my eyes play tricks on me, or did a light just flash in here?"
"Oh, yeah, I just beamed Dr. Weir out of here."
Carter blinked at that.
"Did she agree to it?"
"Well, I came by to-"
Harry held up a hand for silence as Aceso's voice was heard in his head.
"Master, the delivery has been made, and I am returning to earth. I shall beam the parts directly to your lab before landing the ship."
"Good. I'll see you when you get here, Aceso."
Harry nodded to himself, then looked to Carter.
"You were saying?"
"Oh, I just came by to check on you," Carter said, clearing her throat. "I mean, I just..."
"You were worried?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you could die," Carter said with a sigh. "I don't want you to die."
"Well, that's good, because I don't want to die. As such, I will not die."
"What gives you this confidence?"
"Sam, my brain is the greatest asset at my disposal," Harry said with a grin as he reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. "I refuse to believe that it could possibly fail me at such a crucial moment. But I'm glad you care."
"Are you sure you're fine?" Carter asked, to which Harry nodded.
"Yeah. I've just got a bit of a headache. However, my mind is organized. I'm basically putting as much as I can into the memory crystals, and the rest will be put in a kind of storage in my head. That way I won't be actively thinking about it. I can handle this, Sam."
Carter nodded slowly, but Harry could tell she was still a bit doubtful. Apparently deciding to change the subject, she gestured for what Harry was building.
"It's a converter," Harry said. "Or it will be soon. It converts raw metal into crystals. Power crystals, to be exact. With the crystal purifier and the modifier I had Heimdall deliver to Aceso, I will be able to create a Crysteri."
"What is that, by the way?"
"A power source," Harry said with a grin. "Possibly the cleanest power source you will ever come across. In my personal opinion, it's probably one of the most brilliant inventions of the Ancients. A Crysteri houses a pocket of subspace-time known as the quantum foam. Zero point energy is extracted from this pocket until it reaches maximum entropy."
"Zero point energy?" Carter asked in surprise. "I didn't know there was anything capable of harnessing that..."
"Well, now you do."
"How much power can it generate?"
"It's capable of functioning at an output of between a hundred and two hundred Terawatts for thousands of years," Harry explained.
"Oh, wow..." Carter muttered, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Harry, that's amazing, but shouldn't you be focusing on finding the Lost City?"
"Nope. It's not here," Harry said, shaking his head. "It's far out of our reach right now."
"What...?" Carter asked in surprise. "Harry, that's-"
"Don't worry, Sam," Harry said with a small smile. "We don't need it."
Harry had to admit that he had never seen Carter blink so much in surprise and confusion within a single conversation. It was kind of amusing, and sort of cute, to be honest.
"Huh..." Harry uttered, scratching his head.
"Nothing. I just realized that one of these days, possibly when we're not under the threat of invasion, you and I are going to have to do something about this sexual tension between us."
Seeing Carter blush and sputter was also pretty cute.
On Thursday, the day of the apparent invasion, Harry's lab was a bit cleaner, but still full. There weren't piles of scrap metal and spare parts everywhere, but instead the benches and floor were covered in thick wires, control panels, and various devices. Harry was holding the sides of what appeared to be a crudely made toaster to the untrained eye. The device was glowing brightly, which was why Harry's eyes were closed.
Once the glow died down, Harry opened the lid on it and withdrew a long, red crystal, looking it over.
"Hm, looks good," he decided with a nod. He walked over to his computer, next to which stood a crystal construct. Once he had slid the crystal into the center, the construct was complete. It was a large, translucent group of crystals about two feet tall with a circular base. Once the final crystal had been inserted, it gave off a bright yellow glow, which made Harry grin like Christmas had come early.
"Alright!" he barked happily, reaching up and pushing a couple of buttons on his bolt to store some of his assimilated information in one of his memory crystals. Then he, sitting in his chair, rolled over to his phone and picked it up, dialing a number.
"O'Neill," the bored voice on the other end answered.
"That was exactly what I was going to say. It would feel redundant now," Harry muttered with a furrowed brow.
"Harry, always good to hear from you," O'Neill said, and Harry could hear that he was quite busy trying to finish his crossword puzzle. "You know, even though we're under the threat of invasion, I always have time for small talk."
"Careful when you get up, O'Neill. Wouldn't want you to slip on the sarcasm," Harry said. "I didn't call to small talk. I need you to get Weir to approve of a mission to Antarctica."
There was silence, and Harry could almost hear O'Neill blinking.
"Are you planning on going ice-fishing?"
"Actually, I was planning on saving the world, but if that's not something you're interested in..."
"I'll talk to Weir. And I'll get a plane-"
"Right. I'll get back to you."
There was a click, and Harry hung up, nodding to himself.
"Master," Aceso spoke via his bolt, being still aboard the Sujan, "the ship's sensors have picked up Anubis' fleet. They count thirty-seven Ha'tak and Anubis' mothership. Three of the Ha'tak are approaching quickly. The rest of the fleet is remaining behind."
"So Anubis wants to find out if we managed to get anything from the Repository," Harry muttered. "Aceso, bring the Sujan around, and be ready to beam myself and the rest of SG-1 up, alright?"
Harry picked up the Crysteri and left his lab, grinning widely to himself.
It was cheating to download knowledge like that, but given how much it was, Harry couldn't bring himself to care. There was so much in there, so many innovative ideas, so many designs and plans for him to add his own twist to! It was amazing!
Within minutes, Harry gave the command, and he was enveloped in a bright flash of white light. When it faded, he found himself standing in the control room of the Sujan, along with the rest of SG-1.
"Hello?" O'Neill muttered, giving a small wave. "Um, you know, I didn't exactly get the go-ahead yet."
"No time," Harry said. "Anubis is here. I'm going to the hologram generator. Sam, take the pilot seat. Aceso will assist."
"Alright," Carter said with a nod, walking off. "Ready, Aceso?"
"I am always pleased to assist you, Major Carter."
"You know, I like this AI better than Frank, I think," Harry heard O'Neill comment to Teal'c as the scientist walked off.
Harry headed up to the captain's cabin and walked straight to the back of it, where there was a small platform in front of a control panel. He stood on it, and punched in the coordinates.
In the White House, in the oval office, Harry's hologram shimmered into view, finding Hammond, Hayes, and a group of other people in the room, including Vice-President Kinsey.
"'Lo, boys and girls," Harry said with a wave, making everyone jump in surprise.
"Dr. Potter?" Hammond asked in surprise.
"I'm not really here. Just a hologram. I'm assuming, from the distressed looks on everyone's faces, that you have picked up signs of Anubis' fleet?"
"Long-range sensors have detected three motherships approaching the planet, yes," Hayes said with a nod.
"Well, they're probably just to test the waters," Harry said. "My sensors picked up on another thirty-five motherships, including Anubis' mothership, bringing up the rear."
"My God..." Kinsey uttered in shock. "Mr. President-"
"Dr. Potter, how well would the Prometheus stand up to them?"
Harry gave a shrug.
"It could probably take out ten, if Anubis' mothership was included. However, three Ha'tak are no problem. Anubis needs to be taken out in one quick strike. I know how to do that, but I need the fleet in range. If you use the Prometheus to take those three out, Anubis will probably think we don't have any other weapons, and will bring his whole fleet."
"Are you sure?" Hammond asked, to which Harry shrugged.
"I think I've figured out his personality pretty well. Usually, he would notice the ease with which we destroy his advance attack party, but I think he's a bit too eager to annihilate us, given the trouble we've been causing him lately."
"And you have weapons capable of defeating him?" Hayes asked, and Harry nodded.
"Yeah, just need to head to Antarctica. Give me five minutes, and I'll be ready to blow him out of the sky."
"Be quick, Dr. Potter."
"Yeah, you just focus on destroying the advance attack party," Harry said, giving a wave before fading out of view.
In a flash of white light, SG-1 found themselves in an ice cave. The floor was clearly made through Ancient design, easily recognized even though the cave was very dark, and most of the floor was covered in ice.
Harry reached into his pocket and fished out a small metal ball. He pushed a button on top of the ball and tossed it into the air. The ball hovered in mid-air and gave off a bright like, like a miniature sun, lighting up the whole cave.
"What is this place?" Daniel asked curiously. "Is this the Lost City?"
"Don't be silly, Daniel," Harry said, shaking his head. "This is just the last remaining Ancient outpost on earth. This is where we'll find the weapon that can defend the planet. It's this way, if the layout in my brain is to be believed, which it is."
Harry moved through the cave, instinctively knowing where to go. Now and then, his eyes would twitch as he brought up the layout in his mind, heading straight for his destination and allowing no sightseeing.
They entered a chamber with a raised area in the center, a throne-like chair of Ancient design sitting on it. In front of the chair stood none other than Anubis, which made Harry raise an eyebrow.
"You are too late," Anubis announced. "The power of the Ancients is mine."
"A silly bluff," Harry muttered, shaking his head as he walked right through what turned out to be a hologram. "What was he planning on doing if we tried shooting him?"
He stepped up to the raised area in the floor and moved his hand over a spot, which suddenly clicked upward, an octagonal plate rising up out of it, showing a Crysteri under it. Harry removed the plate and then pulled out the Crysteri, which wasn't glowing, unlike his own. He snapped his fingers quickly, Carter getting the hint and reaching into the pack on her back to take out Harry's homemade Crysteri. He took it and inserted it, causing the throne-like chair to suddenly light up, along with the raised area of the floor.
"Harry, what is this?" Carter asked, approaching the chair.
"This is a neural interface chair," Harry said, sitting down in the chair, which activated by leaning Harry back and raising his legs. "With this, I have access to all functions of the outpost. In particular, the defensive systems. And now, we wait."
"Wait for what?" O'Neill asked.
"Master," came Aceso's voice from Harry's control device, so that the rest of SG-1 could hear her as well, "the Prometheus has destroyed the advance attack party. The remainder of Anubis' fleet is approaching."
"Good. Let me know when they are within range."
Harry closed his eyes as he touched a gelatinous substance on the armrests of the chair. Above him, a projection of the solar system appeared, and he opened his eyes to study it.
"What are you doing now?" Daniel wanted to know.
"I'm making sure the information in my mind is correct," Harry answered as the projection zoomed out of the solar system to show the entire Milky Way galaxy, then zoomed out further to show a cluster of galaxies. He focused on another galaxy, this one a dwarf galaxy, then zoomed into another solar system, a smile appearing on his face as his gaze landed on one of the planets.
"There it is," Harry announced, which made the others give him curious looks.
"It?" O'Neill repeated.
"What you've been looking for, my inheritance," Harry explained, zooming in on the planet. The projection seemed to zoom straight into the planet, to show a hologram of a giant city. "The Lost City... Atlantis."
"Your... inheritance?" Daniel asked.
"It is fitting," Teal'c spoke up suddenly, nodding in agreement. "Being the closest thing to an actual Ancient, and also being a descendant of the people, Harry Potter does have more right than anyone else to lay claim to any Ancient technology that may be found."
"Yeah, I decided this is going to be my new home," Harry said happily.
"But if it's in another galaxy-" Carter started, but was interrupted by Aceso establishing communications again.
"Master, Anubis' fleet has appeared in orbit, taking stations around the planet."
"He bought it," Harry said happily, closing his eyes again. "Let's do this."
Suddenly, Harry was bathed in a bright light, and a part of the ground between the area where SG-1 had appeared, and the chair platform fell away, a yellowish light shining out of it.
As SG-1 watched on, a stream of half-transparent yellow things similar to squids emerged from the ground and shot straight up into the icy ceiling, plowing through it with ease.
The beam of light shot straight up into the sky and split up, smashing into the various motherships in orbit over Antarctica.
The weapons tore the ships apart easily, and the shields around the ships were like paper. They provided no protection against the onslaught.
One Goa'uld ship after the other started exploding. Within minutes, half of Anubis' fleet had been annihilated, and the rest were smart enough to break off the invasion, quickly retreating.
Harry let out a sigh as the light around him died out. He rose to his feet and stretched, the chair returning to its normal position.
"That was fun," he announced. "Aceso, beam us up."
No more than one day later found Harry once more sitting in one of the couches in the oval office, with President Hayes sitting across from him.
"You know, Doctor, when George told me how you had the habit of using amazing technology to save the day, I thought he may have just been exaggerating," Hayes said, nodding slowly with an appreciative look on his face.
"I do my best to impress," Harry said with a grin. "I may not act like it, but I'm very self-centered, and there's nothing I love more than having my accomplishments praised."
Hayes furrowed his brow and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"This is the second time we've ever met, Doctor, and even I can tell that that's exactly what you act like."
"True," Harry admitted after thinking about it for a second. "Monitoring chatter here and there, I understand there are some... arguments... regarding the outpost in Antarctica?"
"Yes, it's a bit annoying, actually. Not at all what I expected to deal with when I took office," Hayes said with a small smile. "I hear you've laid claim to that patch of land?"
"I have laid claim to everything Ancient. It's my birthright," Harry said, crossing his arms. "I trust you don't have a problem with that?"
"Oh, not at all," Hayes said quickly. "It actually makes things easier. If you are the owner of the outpost, then the other nations can't claim that the United States are hogging it for ourselves."
"I sense that you're about to say something I'm not going to like..." Harry muttered, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes, see, the thing is..." Hayes said, rising to his feet. "You have given us permission to study the outpost."
"I like seeing people trying to better themselves," Harry said with a nod. "Provided, of course, they don't try to steal anything that's rightfully mine."
"Oh, and we wouldn't, trust me. But here's the thing... You've only given the United States permission."
"And, of course, everyone else wants a slice of the cake?"
"Something like that. Which is why you need to join in the negotiations for a joint research treaty."
"And I suppose you'll frown on me just sending my AI Frank to negotiate in my stead?"
"From what I've heard about that thing?" Hayes said, feigning contemplation for a second, then giving Harry a firm, "Yes."
Harry hummed as he closed his eyes, thinking things through. It would've been nice to just pack up and head for Atlantis, but... He had friends and family on earth, and they might suffer some wrath if he did that. Contrary to popular belief, Harry did care for people other than himself. He didn't want his friends or family put into a situation where they would be facing scorn...
"Alright... Give me a ring when the negotiations are going to take place. If anything, I can scare them all into agreeing to my terms," he muttered with a shrug.
"I know you won't really care what I want, but I'd prefer it if you avoided giving the foreign diplomats heart attacks."
"I make no promises."
End of chapter thirty! What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know! In the next chapter, Harry prepares to head to Atlantis, has a couple of conversations, makes a few recommendations, and I think there might be a bit of romance, too!
Have a very Harry New Year! And a Happy one, too!