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The snow had kept falling the whole night and into the morning, but when noon was approaching it finally stopped.

Jacob opened the door - only to realize the layer of snow was so deep the teltac was sitting in it to half-way up the side. "That's a lot of snow!"

Sam poked her head out as well, and looked at the soft white blanket that covered everything. She then gazed up at the teal-grey sky. "Yeah, and it looks like we'll get a lot more snow."

"Right, there's no way we can walk to Colorado Springs from here. It's almost 20 klicks," Jacob agreed.

"Then we'll fly," O'Neill decided.

"Jack, do you really think-" Daniel began.

"It's got cloak, and somehow I suspect they've got bigger things to worry about than us arriving in a teltac," O'Neill said.

Jacob put the teltac down on the parking lot near the main entrance to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.

"Did you see? Everything is completely covered by snow, to the point where you can barely make out anything of Colorado Springs!" Daniel said.

"Yes, it's very unusual at this latitude. We're in April! I'm also worried by the fact that there's no smoke coming from anywhere - surely someone is using their fireplace in a situation like this," Sam added.

"Not to mention the factories," Daniel said.

"Move. We'll know soon enough what has happened," O'Neill told them.

They stepped out of the cargo ship and looked back at the cloaked vessel.

"Yeah, people can't miss the weird hole in the snow just there - cloak or not," Jacob said sardonically.

Sam held out her hand, catching a few snowflakes. "Well, it may get covered soon enough, and then it's just another big pile of snow."

"Have you noticed how clean the air is?" Daniel said. "It's never this clean."

"Daniel Jackson is correct. The air on your world is usually polluted," Teal'c agreed.

"It's probably just because of the weather," O'Neill said, not liking what Daniel was implying.

They walked through the snow, noticing that there were no cars - or rather, that the cars that were there were covered by thick mountains of snow. There were also no tracks from anyone walking, anywhere.

The snow was so deep it took them much longer than normal to get to the entrance, and by then it was again snowing hard. They had seen or heard no one.

They had just stepped into the tunnel leading into the mountain, when a guard called out to them.

"Stop! Identify yourself!" the guard insisted, pointing at them with his MP5.

"I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill, US Air Force," O'Neill said, feeling relieved by the presence of a guard. "I don't have my ID, but there's at least one man inside who knows who I am. Call Siler."

The guard hesitated, eyeing all of them suspiciously, then nodded. "All right."

"Colonel O'Neill!" Siler shook his head when he saw him. "And Major Carter, Doctor Jackson, and Teal'c." He looked at Jacob for a few moments. "General Carter, right?"

"That's right," Jacob said.

"Colonel O'Neill, we thought you and your team were dead. I mean, I don't understand how you can have survived."

"It's... a long story," O'Neill said, confused. "Listen, it's cold out here, and we're freezing our asses off. Do you think we could go inside?"

Siler looked bashful. "Of course. Sorry, sir."

They followed Siler into the facility, and then down into the mountain on the elevator. All of them had too much on their minds to talk, and they rode most of the way in silence, with Siler sending them weird looks now and then.

"Is General Hammond here?" O'Neill asked when they had gotten off on the 27th floor.

"No, last we heard from him he were going to Washington to report. We never got confirmation that he arrived, but communication is mostly down everywhere," Siler said.

O'Neill nodded slowly "Who's in charge?"

"Colonel Reynolds. I'll take you to him now."

"Reynolds?" O'Neill sounded surprised. "How many people do you have here?"

"34 - 5 of those civilians," Siler said. "Sir. How did you survive?"

"Ah, why do you think we were killed?" Daniel asked.

Siler looked at him, clearly confused. "The asteroid blew up - with you on it. At least, that's what we thought."

"We, um, we got away at the last moment," O'Neill told him. "Reynolds." He nodded at the man walking towards them.

"Colonel O'Neill." He shook his head. "I couldn't believe my own ears when they told me you were alive!"

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Listen, could we go somewhere to talk? Privately."

Reynolds looked clearly confused, but nodded. "Sure, in my office."

"I don't understand. You say you're from another universe?" Reynolds asked.

"Another timeline," Sam corrected.

"Okay." Reynolds nodded. "I guess that explains why you're alive."

"Yeah, about that. What happened here?" O'Neill asked.

"Well the short story is, there was an asteroid, on course directly for Earth. A decision was made to try and deflect it with a nuke. SG-1 volunteered for the job."

"Same thing happened in our timeline. About three weeks ago," Sam said. "We found out it was a Goa'uld plot. The asteroid was made up partially by naquadah - forty-five percent of the mass."

"Really? That probably explains what happened." Reynolds was quiet for a little while. "Everything went well with the mission here, up until the explosion."

"We didn't crash on the asteroid?"

"You came down on it pretty hard, but we got a signal back that you were fine and that you had set the bomb. Then we heard nothing until there was a giant explosion. We figured something had gone wrong, because it was much more violent than it should have been. We don't know exactly what happened, because we lost all communication with the satellites, but we do know that part of the Moon is gone. Vaporized, it almost looks like."

"Oh, my God!" Sam exclaimed. "That must have been because of the naquadah. If we - that is the other we - realized the asteroid was made partially of naquadah we must have tried to stop the explosion, or at least avoid it hitting Earth. If we couldn't stop the bomb like we did..."

"But blowing up part of the Moon is bad too, isn't it?" O'Neill asked.

"Yes, depending on changes to the trajectory and mass, it could threaten much of the Earth's ecosystem," Sam said bluntly.

"It gets worse. Parts of the asteroid - and the Moon, we think - crashed down on Earth. Large pieces fell from mainland Asia in a path across the US and into the Atlantic. We don't know how much damage there was, but from what communication still worked, we heard that much of South and South-East Asia was completely flooded. So was the east and west coast of the American continent. Lots of dirt had been thrown up by the meteorites that hit land, and it didn't take long before it started snowing and became really cold. It was bad on the survivors." Reynolds looked grim. "From then it happened much quicker than anyone could have expected, and now most of the planet probably look like it does in Colorado Springs."

"What about survivors?" O'Neill asked.

Reynolds shook his head. "Communication is out most of the time, so we don't really now. Not many, we think. There's interference - or maybe no one is out there broadcasting. We sent as many through the Stargate to the alpha site as we could, but now we no longer have the power. The entire facility runs on generators, and they can't give enough juice to run the Stargate."

"Do you know if-" Sam was interrupted when the door was slammed open and a man entered, followed by two guards.

"Why was I not informed?" he demanded.

"Kinsey!" O'Neill exclaimed.

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