Kyria was sitting in one of the team debriefing rooms, the lights off and the glow of the computer monitor lighting her face an eerie glow. She was simmering, her emotions under tight control and absolutely roiling under the surface; she flicked through the records she'd managed to pull up on her own, mostly what Steve had already uncovered, on one 'Maxwell Mercer (missing, presumed dead)'. Airmen (and a few Airwomen) were making circuitous routes around the base that conveniently brought them by the door or windows of the room on a regular basis, but instead of the distracted smile or absent wave that their antics would usually garner from the mysterious alien, this time her frown stayed determinedly focused on the puzzle in front of her.

"Where did you go, Max? And why?" Unspoken in that was the accusation that things would have been different in this timeline had her fathers met as they had done in every other timeline Kyria knew of. She'd left notes for some of the other specialist, mostly those she'd had contact with, seeing if they had the time to help her with this mystery of her other side. She rubbed her temple, her frustration building into one of the rarest experiences of the young nova's life: a splitting headache.

Yseult sat down at the desk in her lab to begin some more research on the remedy for the goa'uld anti-toxin. As of late, her thoughts were running with ever greater speed, and new ways of approaching the solution were coming to her all the time.

As Yseult flicked on the coomputer, she noticed a folded piece of paper on her desk. She picked it up, and read the incredibly elegant, yet precise handwriting, her full lips tight with thought. She hadn't yet decided what she thought of the young 'Nova'. Despite that, she liked the inhuman beauty, she thought, with only the faintest blush.

And she certainly wasn't someone who couldn't fault her for searching for family. Kyria had come to a new reality - she still had little reason why - with no sure way of ever going back. The lure of family, however unorthodox, must have been a powerful one. Yseult knew how fiercely she missed her own, and that was merely a separation of two thousand miles - and a NDA - rather than dimensions. She couldn't do less than help.

It wasn't hard to find Kyria, simply asking the first Airmen she saw gave her a location. Yseult stood in the doorway, watching her for a moment, a slight frown on her lips as she noticed Kyria rubbing her temples. When Kyria looked up, Yseult gave her a nod and put a smile on her face, stepping forward.

"Bonjour Kyria, what is it that I can be helping you with, today?"

Steve walked into the debriefing room and gave his 500 watt smile to the lovely ladies. He was honestly looking forward to this. Kyria was studying some guy who'd probably been dead for decades, Steve was studying Kyria and his teammates. He suspected he'd find out more than they would.

Steve asked, "More of the same?"

Kyria gave her two visitors a weak smile and shook her head at Steve's question. "Only somewhat. I'm looking for another man again, but instead of being murdered, Max just disappeared right after high school. Nothing except the entire lack of any reason to do so points at foul play."

She swiveled the desktop monitor to show them a black and white picture of a well-to-do and striking young man dressed in a formal jacket from nearly a century ago. "His name is Maxwell Mercer, and in every other timeline I know of, he and Michael met and were......points of change in each other's lives. In this timeline, however, Max disappeared and someone arranged to have Michael murdered several decades later. I want to know why he disappeared, how, where and what he's been doing for the past century, and if he's still alive."

She frowned at the computer screen, "And so far, I've gotten little enough to be nothing. Think you can help out?"

*Honestly? No, not at all. It's been like 75 years and there's no record of him actually needing to leave or him needing money or other resources afterwards. Let me guess, young and attractive guy? I think odds are a practiced serial killer killed him and made the body disappear so well it still hasn't turned up.*

Steve said, "I'm certainly willing to try. Let's start by thinking outside the box. Instead of us figuring out local Max, could you tell us about the Max you knew? Habits, likes, dislikes, talents, abilities, all that stuff? What charities did he give to, anything at all could be useful. Your Max is this guy's identical twin."

A furrow appeared between Yseult's brows as she began to consider possible solutions to this puzzle - finding a man who has been missing for almost a century. She listened to the overly attractive Steve as he asked Kyria about the Max from her - and/or other - reality(ies). She tapped her lips with a slender finger.

"This Maxwell Mercer, he was like you - us - a specialist, or otherwise a singular type of man? Someone who is responsible for world wide change in multiple parallel realties may be considered such, yes? One thing that should be considered, if he... evolved sufficiently or possessed the proper frame of mind, is that he ascended, much like Daniel Jackson has done before. If so, then he is prohibited from interacting on this plane of existence, at least in any direct manner."

"Another option - the Asgard possess the capability of conducting world-wide genetic scans. If we can find something that once belonged to him, the tiniest speck of genetic residue should be enough for them to perform a scan. This line of action does have some inherent challenges. Un, we need some compatible genetic material. Deux, we need to contact the Asgard, Et trois, we need to convince them - or make a deal with them - to perform a personal request."

Cam had been standing at the door listening and not wanting to interrupt, but he saw his opportunity.

"Actually all we need to do is ask the Asgard that is aboard the Prometheus. They've installed Asgard beaming technology as well as their hyperdrives, they might just have the scanning tech as well. I hear they are due back soon. In fact Daniel Jackson is with them, seems they never made it to the Pegasus galaxy, they got hijacked on the way, but Daniel managed to retake the ship."

He grinned, "So is there anything I can do to help?"

Yseult turned and gave Cameron a nod, followed by a wry smile. "The reading material, it was quite limited while in isolation. I was aware of the beaming technology and hyperdrives aboard the Prometheus. I was not sure how far they had increased the scanners, though. This will definitely make it less difficult. Now we just need a source of genetic material so we know what to scan for."

Kyria actually looked both surprised and pleased, having completely forgotten about this realities good relations with alien races. "That could work! Uh..." She blushed slightly at her outburst. "I mean, we have everything we need, if genetic material is all."

She fiddled with her fingers, actually looking nervous, then took a breath and said, "Max is my father. My other father. And yes, he was a nova. At least that's what my fa...what Michael told me. I never met him myself." She turned pleading and hopeful eyes on Cameron, "Do you really think they could find him that way? That they'd be willing to help?"

Something finally caught up in her brain as she abruptly asked, "Daniel retook the ship from hijackers? Did he throw books at them?" It wasn't immediately clear if the question was in jest or not.

Omar saw Cam standing outside a doorway and went to investigate after the man entered a room. He then heard a name he had not thought of in a long time. Maxwell Mercer. What was Kyria thinking searching for Mercer? The man would assuredly be different here than on her world. He was probably long dead. Still, Omar was intrigued and entered. His presence could be felt throughout the room as his massive frame dwarfed everyone.

Omar knew alot about Mr. Mercer, having chased the man through time several times. "Maxwell Mercer was a Psiad, Kyria, not a Nova. He was an extremely powerful Meta-human who jumped through different periods of history. he was able to see what the future had in store because he had been there." Omar walked up to Kyria and smiled at her, holding her hands gently. "Maxwell introduced us to your father, Michael. He saw the threat that was coming and he formed the Aeon Society, of which we were a part. Max was a kind and noble man who wanted what was best for all humanity."

"Unfortunately, I'm not sure that he would exist as he did in your world. There was no 'Hammersmith Event'. Sadly, he is probably dead by now. If he's not, then he's locked away in some lab working on god knows what."

Omar didn't want to overpower the discussion, so he sat, hoping that he might be able to contribute more. The others, and Kyria were bound to have questions.