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Previously onstargate sg—1

they are so cool.

Savor the moment, gentlemen.

Savor th e moment.

Oh, they're in trouble.

What would colonel
O'Neill do if he was here now?

You want me to shoot you?

We're here to rescue you.

We allowed ourselves
to be captured...

On purpose.

This is great, you know,
sn eaking around with you guys

in a Goa'uld pyramid
on some alien planet.

The onlythis missing
is some Jaffa chasing us.

Felger?

Jay.

What? What?

Snap out of it. Yes, sorry.

Calibration scales?
The ring power source?

Right there. Right... there.

Whattime is it?

It's two minutes past
the last time you asked me.

Ooh, she should be here
any second now.

Relax, Jay.

Relax?

We're on the verge of a
major scientific breakthrough.

This weapon could be
the key factor

in our fight againstthe Goa'uld.

Is it defeating the Goa'uld
you're worried about,

or impressing major Carter?

Hey, unlike some people
in this room,

I've seen whatthe
Goa'uld can do, first—hand.

Yes, I know. You've told
me a thousand times.

You rescued sg—I

from the evil
lord what's—his—nam e.

Herak,
and he wasn't an evil lord.

He was a first prime.

Jay, you're
a brilliant scientist.

Someday you're going to win
the nobel prize.

What do you care what these
military types think of you anyway?

You don't get it.

You know, when you've stood
side by side with someone

and stared
into the face of death,

it creates an unspoken bond,

an understanding that transcends

simple friendship

colonel O'Neill and I have
been to hell and backtogether.

When the mission was over,
he looked me in the eye,

and do you know
what he said to me? He said—...

Is this going to take long?

Colonel O'Neill.

Folger?

Felger.

I wasn't expecting you, sir.

Yes, well, major Carter
said this was important.

D—d—d—d—don'ttouch.

Don'ttouch, don'ttouch, please.

This is a finely
calibrated device.

It fires a focused plasma pulse.

Boom!

It's an energy—based
weapon, sir.

It could potentially replace
the missiles on the x—303.

Phaser?

More like a photon torpedo.

My assistant, Chloe.

There you are.

Chloe.

Now, this is all based
on a Goa'uld design...

And if you'll join me

to the rear of the weapon,

we will proceed
with the demonstration.

My friends,

I present to you...

The 22nd century.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

But I am really, really,
really sorry, general,

and I can assure you that nothing
like this will ever happen again.

You're damn right it won't,

because I'm pulling the plug
on your research.

No, no, no, no.

No, please, general, this
was just a minor glitch.

I mean, we are so close
to a working prototype—...

You've been saying that
for the last six months.

In fact, I've been
reviewing your records.

It seems that most
of the projects

you've overseen
during your tenure here

have been similarly
long on promise

and short on results.

What exactly are you saying?

I'm saying it may be time

for the air force to
rethink your position here.

Okay, that would be a mistake,

because it just so happens

that I'm working on
a line of research

and it's, um...

Well, really, I'm on the verge

of a major breakthrough,
really. Really?

Really, yes, yes,

and it's going to be
huge, huge, this thing,

and it's going to make the plasma
weapon look like a souirt gun, sir.

What is it? Hmm?

What is it? What is it?

Well, you know, I'm not ready

for a formal
presentation just yet.

You know, I've still
got to, you know,

crunch a few numbers
and dot a few I's.

I could probably have
something ready for you

by the end of next week.

You have 24 hours.

More than enough time.

Dismissed.

Thank you.

What were you thinking?

I don't know.

I had to say something.

They were going to fire me.

Besides, what's the big deal?

All we have to do
is think of something

that's going to change the
balance of power in the galaxy

by noon tomorrow.

You have anything in mind?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Avenger.

You've gotto be kidding.
No, it's perfect!

It's nowhere near ready.
It's just an idea.

We can make it work.

Jay, this is exactly
your problem.

You try so hard
to impress people

that you always bite off
more than you can chew.

Okay, yes, you're right.

I have to start setting more
realistic goals for myself...

Right after this project, okay?

A computer virus? Yeah.
See, when you think about it,

the gate network is nothing more

than a bunch
of linked computers.

Delivering the virus
is as simple

as dialing the target gate,
uploading program.

The virus would then scramble
the dhd's established coordinates.

Yeah, so the symbols no longer
correspond to the proper coordinates.

It's like rearranging
the letters on your keyboard.

Then the target gate
would be useless.

Yeah. I mean, sure,
the Goa'uld have ships,

but th ey still rely
heavily on gate travel,

andthat would be a real tactical
advantage for us, don't you think?

It's interesting. Really?

But you don't have
a finished program.

Well, finished...

Not finished, per se, no,

but I really still
just have to, you know—...

Crunch a few numbers,
dot a few I's...

That's really it. Exactly, yeah.

Well, I'll take a look at it.

If it shows promise,

I'll take it to general
Hammond. Oh, yes! Okay.

Whoa, whoa.
Don't celebrate just yet.

This is far from a done deal.

No, no, of course
not. Of course not.

Yes. Yes!

Where am I?
How did she get me here?

So you'd rather stay here

and geek out
some computer program

than come with us, huh?

Don't take it personally, sir.

I justthinkthis research
shows a lot of promise.

It's felger.

He did save our lives, colonel.

Yeah, don't remind me.

The ability
to disable any gate we choose

could prove to be
avaluable weapon

in our struggle
against the Goa'uld.

If it works.

That's what I intend
to find out.

Don't forget
your safety glasses.

Marines, thanks for joining us.

Let's move out.

To be honest, major,

I share some
of the colonel's skepticism.

I know Dr. Felger's record

is a little sketchy, sir,

buti still think he
shows a lot of potential.

All he needs
is a little support.

Justa minute.

Oh, my god. Oh, geez.

I'll be with you in a second.

Just, you know,
putting the dogs out.

Oh. Major Carter.

I was in the neighborhood.

This isn't a bad time, is it?

Oh, no. No, no, no.
Please come in.

Just, you know, really
wasn't expecting anyone.

I'm sorry.

Nice place.
Oh, thank you, thank you.

Yes, I was just
having my apartment fumigated.

Can I offer you anything?

No. No, I'm fine.

Oh, alrighty.

Please, please.

Uh, what, uh, what, uh,
what brings you by?

I took your proposal
to general Hammond.

And?

And he's agreed
to give you another chance.

Oh, thank god. Oh, thank god.

That's great. That's great.
Oh, wh ew.

'Cause ithought
I was so done for

after that little incident
thing there. That was...

There is one condition.

Sure, okay.

He wants me to work
on the project with you.

That'd be, uh, you?

Yeah, that's not a problem,
is it? No, no, no. God, no. No.

What about sg—I?

Well, Daniel's working on
a relocation project,

p3l 997.

With the moon
in the decaying orbit.

They're experiencing some
severe seismic disturbances

and some weather anomalies.

And then what about, you know,
colonel O'Neill, Teal'c?

They have a series
of negotiations

with the rebel Jaffa leaders.

There's been some in—fighting,

some old rivalries cropping up

well, they have to
settle that, yeah.

I guess that means
you get stuck with me, then.

No, no, iwouldn't
put it that way.

Ithinkthe basic idea
behindthe virus

is actually quite brilliant.

No...

Really?

Yeah.

Atie?

I wear ties.

And Cologne?

You know, there is nothing wrong

with a man taking pride in
his appearance and smell.

This wouldn't
have anything to do

with major Carter coming
to work with us, would it?

Don't be ridiculous.

Here, let me. Thanks.

Of course, though, you know,
you do have to admit

she possesses one of the most...

Brilliant scientific minds
of our generation,

and a pair of legs
that won't quit.

Okay, okay. Sorry.

Well, anyway,

what chance has
a guy like me got

with a woman like that?

She barely notices I'm alive.

You know whatthat's like?

A little.

Morning.

Oh, hi. Hi.

Nice tie.

Oh, thanks.

We thinkthe virus is ready, sir.

Of course, other than
computer simulations,

there's no real way to test
it, except on another gate.

Do you have atarget in mind?

P5sii7.

It's one of baal's principal
naouadah mining sites.

If we can disable the gate,

we could seriously disrupt
his supply network.

How will we know
if the test is successful?

There's atok'ra operative
on the planet

who'll be able to relay
the results of the test

through their sub—space
communication network.

Send the virus.

Yes, sir.

You're going to wear
a hole in the floor.

Those tok'ra are taking

their sweettime,
aren'tthey, huh?

You think we would have
heard something by now.

Major Carter
to the control room.

Repeat, major Carter
to the control room.

That's it.

Chevron seven locked.

Felger, what are you
doing here? What's going on?

Colonel O'Neill andteal'c

missed a scheduled
radio contact.

Getting avideo signal, sir.

Colonel O'Neill,
this is Hammond.

Do you read?

Nice to hear from you, general.

What's your status, colonel?

Well, the mission
was going according to plan,

then we hit a little snag.

We can't dial the gate.

Say again?

We cannot establish
an outgoing wormhole.

We've tried
all kinds of addresses,

but we just can't get a lock.

Stand by, colonel.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is just a coincidence.

There's no way this could have

anything to do with my virus.

No... could it?

General, I'm telling you,
there is no possible way

that avenger could have
had anything to do with this.

Avenger? That's
what I call the virus.

You know, it's named
after a comic book

I read when iwas a kid.

The amazing avenger?

Green tights, purple cape.

He was super strong, super fast,

you know, not as fast as the
flash. That would be ridiculous.

Of course, this isn't
ringing any bells

with anybody, is it?

Is there any chance

we sent it to the wrong gate?

No, sir. We double—checked
the coordinates.

The virus was sent here——
P5s 117.

Colonel O'Neill
is on p3c 249, which is here.

It is true that,
relatively speaking,

within the gate system,

the plan ets
are close together—...

About 400 light years—...

But that doesn't
necessarily mean anything,

and until we hear back
from the tok'ra...

Unscheduled
off—world activation.

Sir, we're receiving
an audio transmission.

It's the tok' ra.

This is thelass of the tok'ra.

This is general Hammond
of Stargate command.

General, I'm afraid
I have to report

a series of malfunctions
within the gate system.

Malfunctions?

Several gates
have gone off—line.

As yet, we have no idea why.

We are still in the process
of gathering information.

Thelass, this is major Carter.

Do you have any information

on a planet
we've designated as p5s 117?

One moment, please.

We are still waiting
for a sub—space transmission

from our operative
in that system.

Can you send us
any data that you do have?

Affirmative.

Transmission received.

Sir, I'm going to need
a few minutes

to analyze this information.

I'll go help

there it is.

I still don't see
howthis is possible.

Automatic correlative updates.

I thought those
were supposed to happen

only once every couple
of hundred years.

That was th e th eory.

Major Carter, report.

Sir, first,
I'd like to recommend

that you begin recalling all
our off—world teams immediately.

It's already being done.

The mining team from p4f 221
is coming through right now.

Well, you might want to
tell them to hurry it up, sir.

What have you got?

This is the original
target gate.

This is colonel O'Neill's
position.

These are the gates
first reported off—line

by th e tok' ra.

A few minutes later...
Several more.

They appear to be spreading
out from the original gate.

Yes, sir.

You still think
this is a coincidence?

Well, sir, we think

we may have an explanation.

We know that the gate
network has to undergo

periodic correlative updates

in order to compensate
for stellar drift.

Now, we've n ever witn essed it,

but we believe that the gates

dial each other automatically

to transmit the new coordinates
that apply to each address.

And you believe

Dr. Felger's virus initiated
one of these updates?

It may have triggered

an automatic internal protocol

in the dhd.

Before adapting the new
scrambled coordinates,

it dialed out

and transmitted them

to a few of the
neighboring gates,

who then transmitted
to a few more,

and so on, and so on...

And so on.Yeah.

Is there any way we can stop it?

There's no time, sir.

If each gate only dials
two others

before adapting the new system,

the entire network
will be infected

in less than two hours.

We need to focus on getting

as many people back
as possible, sir.

He's really mad, isn't he?

That's the last
of the miners, sir.

Shut it down.

What's next?

P3l 997.

That's Daniel's team, sir.

Dial it.

Okay, breathe.

Everything's going to be fine.

Grover Cleveland high school.

What? Chemistry 201.

I had an incident
with my midterm lab.

They gotthe fire under control

in about an hour,

but poor Mr. Hoffman—...

His eyebrows never grew back.

I should've got out of science

rightthen and there,

you know, saved everybody
a lot of trouble.

This is Stargate command.

You wouldn't be here if you
weren't very good at what you do.

You tell that
to colonel O'Neill.

How many teams came back?

Three.

Out of how many?

15. The rest are stranded.

And Dr. Jackson?

His team's still off—world.

Oh, this is awful.

The flood waters are rising,

butthey're safe
for the time being.

Carter.

General.

Oh, general...

Yes, sir.

I understand.

We contacted the tok' ra.

According to their intelligence,

the entire gate network is down.

Colonel O'Neill, report.

The mission's
been compromised, sir.

It looks like one of
the Jaffa commanders

sold us out.

Go figure.

What happened?

The negotiations
were going just fine,

then the gate broke down.

After that, they all started

accusing each other of sabotage,

and all hell broke loose.

Sir, we think we know

what caused your gate
to malfunction.

It was th e virus.

Felger's virus?

It created
a new coordinate system

that then spread
to all the dhds,

but since we don't have a dhd,

we have the only gate
that can dial out.

I told you not to trustthat
brown—nosing little weasel.

He doesn't know I'm
standing here, does he?

Sir, I'm just as responsible
as anyone else.

O'Neill.

We've got incoming, sir.

It's al'kesh!

We just lost video.

They must've hit the malp.

He was just standing
a few feet from it.

Colonel O'Neill, what's your
situation? Please respond.

We're still in one piece, sir.

Oh, thank god.

We're going to take cover, sir.

Sir, we still have
an outgoing wormhole.

We can send reinforcements.

They'd be stranded
like all the others.

I can't send anyone
until we fix this problem.

Let's thinkthis
through logically.

The entire gate network
has been paralyzed,

but we can still dial out.

And we're assuming that
the virus was spread

as a result
of the correlative updates

initiated by the dh ds.

We don't have a dhd,

so our gate wasn't affected.

Right.

It also means another change

would probably result
in another system—wide update.

So if we can get
just one dhd converted

back to the old
coordinate system,

the gate network
would spread it for us.

But how do you convert
back to the old system,

when the new one is based on
a completely random principle?

Well, there still
has to be a pattern.

I mean, if we can get one dhd

to establish a lock
with a specific gate,

then all we have to do

is compare the old address
to the new address,

and extrapolate
a translation program.

That would mean random dialing.

Seven symbols chosen from

a pool of 38
non—repeating candidates.

That's about 63 billion
possible combinations.

She's good with numbers.

I was going to get her
to do my taxes.

Any word
from colonel O'Neill, sir?

We've been unable
to re—establish contact.

We hope he's just out of range.

Yes, sir.

According to our latest
intelligence report,

it looks like baal is trying

to take advantage
of the situation.

How so?

At the moment,
he has the largest fleet.

With the gate system down,

whoever has the most ships
has the advantage.

He's attacking
the other system lords

on several fronts,
and he's winning.

Stargate command,
felger speaking.

Mom, mom——no, no, no, no.

No, itold you
not to call me here.

You're not even supposed
to have this number. That's—...

I'm sorry I didn't call.
I had to work late.

Something came up

if you must know, mom,
I... I screwed up again.

Yeah, and ithink
this is the worst one yet.

No. No, it's worse
than that one.

No, worse than that one, too,
mom.

Mom, mom, mom...

Mom, I don't need
a list of my personal failures

right now, okay?

I mean,
to tell you the truth, mom,

I don't even know
if I can fixthis one.

I'll have to get back to you
on that, then, Simon, okay?

Alrighty, then, bye—bye.

A friend.

It's coombs. He says hi.

Look, Jay, I know
you feel bad about this.

What's to feel bad about?

I mean,
it probably took the ancients

a thousand years
to build the gate system,

and iwrecked it in a single day.

Not to mention the fact

that I've isolated us from
all the off—world resources

we're going to need
to defend ourselves,

leaving us sitting ducks
for the next Goa'uld attack,

but who cares?

Look, I need you
to get past feeling guilty

and focus on finding a solution.

That's easy for you to say,
'cause you never make mistakes.

I don't?

Oh, come on, you're perfect.

Everybody knows it.

Jay, I'm not perfect.

You have to say that
because you're modest,

which is just another aspect
of your perfection.

Have you ever heard
of a planet called k'tau?

That wasn't you r fau lt.

I was the one

who bypassed the dialing
protocols that caused the wormhole

to pass through k'tau's sun.

The chain reaction
that resulted could've led

to the deaths of
everyone on that planet.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

Ooh, even your mistakes
are perfect.

What are you talking about?

You were able to bypass
the security protocol

because you created
your own dialing program.

So? So we can do that here.

Instead of trying to tweak
the dhd program

back to its original form,

why don't we just
upload everything

from our dialing computer?

Our program is nowhere
near as sophisticated

as the one that exists
in the dhds.

It's completely jerry—rigged.

It doesn't have to be perfect,

as long as the co—ordinate
system is accurate.

The dhd will automatically make
all the necessary adjustments.

How do you know that?

Well, it's...

Okay, I don't.

I don't, I don't,

but the fact that avengertriggered
a correlative update

seems to indicate
thatthe dhd program

is adaptive
by its very nature...

And, plus, we have nothing else.

Trust me, major,
this is going to work.

Sorry to rain on your parade,
guys, but it didn't work.

It should have worked.

We tried dialing earth
at the Alpha site,

but we couldn't get a lock.

You know, maybe there's
something wrong with the upload.

You can upload better, huh?

If you've got
any other bright ideas,

now would be a very good time.

What's your status, doctor?

Floodwater's rising pretty fast,

and the seismic activity is
causing a lot of rogue waves.

We estimate
that within 48 hours,

the entire city will be
underwater.

It should have worked.

Have you and Dr. Felger
made any progress?

Ican't find him.

Excuse me?

Apparently, Dr. Felger
has left the base.

Ithinkthe pressure
was getting to him.

I thought you said

all he needed
was a little support.

Yeah, I may have been wrong
aboutthat.

Okay, I admit it,
he's a complete screw—up

he makes rash decisions
based on sketchy evidence,

he's clumsy in the lab, he's
always late, and quite frankly,

it wouldn't kill him
to ease up on the after—shave,

but the fact is, sir,

he's at Stargate command

because he's
a brilliant scientist,

and no one understands
that virus better than he does.

Then I suggest you get him back.

Yes, sir.

Jay, what are you doing
out here?

We've got work to do.

How did you find me here?

I called your mother.

She told me
this is where you come

when you need to think.

This is the very spot
iwas standing

when I figured out

how to recombine
epsilon particles

in a sub—space matrix...

Then I got mugged
by some teenagers.

Still, it's a nice spot, though.

What are you doing?

Feeding the ducks.

I need you to come back
to Stargate command.

You know, before I joined sgc,

my idea of
a high—pressure situation

was defending
a mathematical thesis

in front of a room full
of balding, middle—aged men.

I don't do so well when the fate of the
universe is hanging in the balance now.

Jay, you designed the virus.

You're the man for the job.

Forget aboutthe big picture
for a second,

forget about the consequences.

Just focus on the problem.

Why didn'tthe upload work?

I don't know.

It should've.

Every gate in the galaxy
should be back online,

except for p5s 117.

What do you mean?

Well, avenger's resistant

to thattype
of tampering, you know,

and I didn'tthink
it made much difference,

since that's the one
we wanted to sabotage

in the first place.

Jay, what if the virus
replicated itself

andthen traveled

along with the new
coordinate system

to the other dhds?

No, that's impossible.

It wasn't designed to do that.

Well, it wasn't
designed to trigger

a correlative update, eith er.

You said it yourself, Jay.

The dhd program is adaptive.

Sir, we think we may have
found a solution.

Let's hear it.

You want me to tell it?

It's your project.

Well, general,
we think we know why

we're unable to upload
our dialing program

into the gate system.

It now looks as though
the virus itself

somehow transmitted, along
with the new coordinates,

to the entire dhd network.

The virus
is blocking the upload.

That's right. That's right.

And we need to neutralize it
first,

but in order to do that,
we have to find it.

I don't understand.

Well, the truth is,

we don't know how the virus
was transmitted.

If it piggybacked

with the automatic
correlative update,

that means it's buried somewhere

within the dialing program
itself.

We're talking about thousands
of lines of code, you know...

It would be like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

But we do know
that the virus exists

within
a very specific subroutine

in the original target dhd
on p5s 117.

The catch is,
in order to make this work,

we have to reboot the system,

which means removing
the control crystal.

Someone's going to have

to physically go
to the planet, sir.

P5s 117 is controlled by baal.

Yes, sir.

General...

I'd like to volunteer.

Major Carter
has the experience required

for this mission.

Oh, come on,

I've got off—world experience.

I battled the Goa'uld.

I zatted a Jaffa.

Sir, maybe it would be better
if we both went.

Major Carter's right.

Nobody knows
more about avenger than me.

Jay, this is crazy.

Look, I caused this problem.

I'm going to fix it.

You're a research scientist,
not a field operative.

Did that stop me from
infiltrating a Goa'uld mothership?

I think not.

Look, th ey've already
sent th e malp.

The gate's not even
being guarded,

probably because
it doesn't work anymore,

but don't worry about me.

I know what I'm doing, okay?

Jay...

The anti—virus.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, yeah,
I'm going to need that.

Alrighty.

What?

What—— what was that for?

Good luck.

Oh, right.

All right, you get set up

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Where're you going?

I'm going to check out the area.

Shouldn't we stick together?

You know, in case you
need backup or something.

I'll be fine.

Okay.

I'm good, too.

The Jaffa landed the alkesh,

andthey're sending out
search patrols.

Teal'c and I have organized
the rebels

for a counter attack.

Be advised, colonel.

Major Carter has gone to p5s117.

She's attempting to get
the gate system back online.

That's occupied territory, sir.

Yes, it is.

What team did she take?

Major Carter didn't want
to risk stranding anyone else.

She went alone?

Not entirely.

Dr. Felger's with her.

I'm inspired with confidence.

There's no sign

of any Jaffa activity
in the area.

I'm in. I'm in.

Just a sec, just a sec.

Okay, something's wrong.

What?

This isn't avenger.

I mean, it is avenger,
but something's hinky.

It's been altered. Hinky?

The point is, this isn't
the program iwrote.

It's been tampered with
since it was sent.

Maybe it was baal.

Baal?

Think about it.

He stood the most to gain.

He took your idea
to bring down one gate,

and modified itto bring down
the entire gate network,

knowing itwould give him
an advantage.

Well, that means
none of this is my fault.

I told you avenger
wasn't designed

to cause a correlative update.

I wouldn't get too excited.

It also means our anti—virus
isn't going to work.

That's right.

It's designed
for the original program.

Which means that
we are now stranded

on a goa'uld—occupied world.

So it's kind of

a good—news—bad—news situation.

The Jaffa probably
aren't as protective

of the gate as they once were,

but soon er or later,
there's going to be a patrol.

We have to do something.

Well, I'm open
to suggestions here.

You said the virus
was modified, right?

So all we need to do

is modify the anti—virus
to match it.

Okay, go for it.

I was hoping you could handle it.

Oh, I was afraid
you were going to say that.

Do you want to do this instead?

Do you know how many
variations I went th rough

before I got
the anti—virus right?

Andthat's when I knew
what I was up against.

This could take days.

Well, then, you'd better
get started.

Yep

oh, yeah.

Still no word from Sam?

To be honest, we should've
heard back by now.

Well, we're going to
have to aban Don the Stargate

and move to higher ground.

Very well.

Good luck, Dr. Jackson.

How's it coming?

We're getting there.

It's pretty cool, isn't it,

you and iworking together?

We're sort of like
the intellectual

butch and Sundance of the sgc.

Butch and Sundance

got corn ered and killed
by the Bolivian army.

That's a good point. Yeah.

What? What? What? What?

We gottrouble.

What kind of trouble? What?

Think Bolivia.

Jaffa?

Th ey've made our position.

Keep working.

Concentrate, Jay, concentrate.

Just background noise.

How's it coming?

I'm feeling a little rushed.

There's not enough time.

There's not enough time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

O'Neill. It's colonel O'Neill.

Thank god.

Colonel O'Neill,
you would not believe—...

Thank god, it's you—...

Felger... felger. Felger!

What did I say about touching?

Absolutely. It's just
that we were over there,

you know, they came
from everywhere,

those guys, then you...
Over there,

but now you're here.

How'd you manage this one, sir?

We got tired of waiting.

Major, doctor, welcome back.

Sir.

I trust

the solution you came up with
is of a permanent nature?

Oh, yes, yes,
not to worry, general.

I've modified the anti—virus

specifically to target
and neutralize

the altered version of avenger,

but I've also added
a little patch,

you know, justto ensure
that no one will ever—...

The problem is solved, sir,
permanently.

Dr. Jackson managed to getthe
remaining inhabitants of 997

through to the Alpha site.

Good to hear it, sir.

What about colonel O'Neill
andteal'c?

They found an alternate means
of transport.

I promised the colonel
iwouldn't say anything.

He wants it to be a surprise.

I was so worried about you.

It was no big deal.

Those Jaffa,

they could have killed you.

Not a chance, baby.

What is this?

Hi, guys.

I know we're not really
supposed to be...

Fraternizing, but, hey.

Iturn my back for two seconds

and you take up
with this trollop?

Ooh.

Don't blame me

just because
you were never woman enough

to satisfy him.

That's it.

Ladies, please. No, this
isn't really necessary.

Shh... don'ttalk.

Jay...

Jay?

Jay?

Jay.

What? What?

What were you thinking about?

Nothing.