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Previously on stargate SG-1...

They are so cool.

Savor the moment, gentlemen.

Savor the 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,
sneaking around with you guys

in a Goa'uld pyramid
on some alien planet.

The only this 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.

What time 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
against the 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 what the
Goa'uld can do, first-hand.

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

You rescued SG-1

from the evil
lord what's-his-name.

Herak,
and he wasn't an evil lord.

He was a first prime.

Jay, you're
a brilliant scientist.

Someday you're going towin
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 back together.

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't touch.

Don't touch,
don't touch, 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 squirt gun, sir.

What is it?

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 got to 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 they still rely
heavily on gate travel,

and that 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 is...

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.

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 just think this 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
a valuable 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,

but I still think he
shows a lot of potential.

All he needs
is a little support.

Just a 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.

'Cause I thought
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-1?

Well, Daniels 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, wouldn't
put it that way.

I think the basic idea
behind the 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
what that's like?

A little.

Morning.

Oh, hi. Hi.

Nice tie.

Oh, thanks.

We think the 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 a target in mind?

P5s 117.

It's one of baal's principal
naquadah 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 a tok'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 sweet time,
aren't they, 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
and Teal'c

missed a scheduled
radio contact.

Getting
a video 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.

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 I was 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 planets
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.

Go.

I'll go help.

There it is.

I still don't see
how this is possible.

Automatic
correlative updates.

I thought those
were supposed to happen

only once every couple
of hundred years.

That was the theory.

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 the tok'ra.

A few minutes later...
Several more.

They appearto 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 never witnessed 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 Daniels 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 got the fire
under control

in about an hour,

but poor Mr. Hoffman...

His eyebrows
never grew back.

I should've
got out of science

right then 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,

but they'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 the 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 trust that
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 alkesh!

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 think this
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 DHDs.

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, I told 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 I think
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 fix this 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 I wrecked 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 your fault.

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 avenger
triggered a correlative update

seems to indicate
that the 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
under water.

It should have worked.

Have you and Dr. Felger
made any progress?

I can't find him.

Excuse me?

Apparently, Dr. Felger
has left the base.

I think the pressure
was getting to him.

I thought you said

all he needed
was a little support.

Yeah, I may have been wrong
about that.

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
I was 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 about the big picture
for a second,

forget about
the consequences.

Just focus on the problem.

Why didn't the 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 that type
of tampering, you know,

and I didn't think
it made much difference,

since that's the one
we wanted to sabotage

in the first place.

Jay, what if the virus
replicated itself

and then 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,
either.

You said it yourself,
Jay.

The dhd program
is adaptive.

Sir, we think we may have
found a solution.

Let's heart.

You want me
totell 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, thetruth 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, they've already
sent the 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,

and they'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 p5s 117.

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 I wrote.

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 it to bring down
the entire gate network,

knowing it would 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 sooner 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 fort.

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 went through

before I got
the anti-virus right?

And that'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 abandon 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 I working
together?

We're sort of like
the intellectual

butch and Sundance
of the SGC.

Butch and Sundance

got cornered and killed
by the Bolivian army.

That's a good point.
Yeah.

What? What?
What? What?

We got trouble.

What kind of trouble?
What?

Think Bolivia.

Jaffa?

They'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.

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, just to ensure
that no one will ever...

The problem is solved, sir,
permanently.

Dr. Jackson managed to get
the remaining inhabitants of 997

through to the Alpha site.

Good to heart, sir.

What about colonel O'Neill
and Teal'c?

They found an alternate means
of transport.

I promised the colonel
I wouldn'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.

I turn my back
fortwo seconds

and you take up
with this trollop?

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't talk.

Jay...

Jay?

Jay?

Jay.

What? What?

What were you
thinking about?

Nothing.