A/N: I have to admit it’s amusing that all of these are canon possibilities. Ah, Stargate. 😉
“And there’s one more thing that bothers me.”
“Only one?” But Jack gave him a hand-wave of, go on.
“Well, two. First, how’d Sanzo get along without his reading glasses? Janet’s records say he’s far-sighted-”
Having finally snatched a few non-sports sections of the paper from Sha, Sanzo reached into a pocket and took out a pair of antique-looking spectacles.
“And two?” Jack asked, humor coloring his voice.
“Two is… a little more nebulous.” Daniel hesitated. “He doesn’t feel like the Dr. Genjyo I met two years ago.”
“Doesn’t feel like him.” But Jack’s voice was thoughtful, not doubtful.
“The man I met was a linguist,” Daniel went on, unsure how to explain. “Young, interested in what might be out there, a lot more practical than most of the scientific recruits we’ve gotten through here. But I wouldn’t exactly have wanted him behind me with a sidearm.”
“And this guy can nail a Goa’uld in midair,” Jack nodded. “Time. Combat. Can change a guy.”
“I know. But….”
“Yeah. But.” Jack frowned. “Like to think I would have noticed a guy with command potential. Even if it was hiding behind books.” The colonel leaned back in his chair. “Janet’s pretty sure they’re ours. Then again, she was pretty sure we’d turned into tin men one time, too.”
“She wasn’t exactly wrong,” Daniel reminded him. “So?”
“Not a tin man, or the battery would have run out by now. We’ve met energy beings who can look like other people-”
“Wouldn’t have blood,” Daniel pointed out.
“Those spirit-aliens with the Salish, who shapeshift-”
“Wouldn’t have human blood,” the archaeologist stated, starting to enjoy this.
“Suicide rather than capture aliens with holograms-”
“High-frequency blast when things came through the ‘Gate would have blown their cover.”
“Kind-of clones made by renegade Reetou-”
“The TER detector alarms Sam put together haven’t gone off.”
“And Goa’uld playing with human evolution by aging people with nanites,” Jack concluded.
Daniel considered that one, eyes going wide. “You really think Dr. Genjyo – might not be Dr. Genjyo?”
“He sets off your weirdness radar. He sets off mine. And his DNA’s screwy.” Jack lifted a shoulder, let it fall. “We’ll keep an eye on them. After all, it’s not like they’re going anywhere.”