It's all AU.

The trip to PX8-49Y had officially been labeled "risky" because Carter had had to override some of the dialing protocols to get the gate to connect. And everyone knew what happened the last time the protocols had been jury-rigged.

But the MALP had made it through without incident and the feed back had revealed blue skies, trees swaying in a breeze, and a beach.

"Yes!" O'Neill cried in triumph. "Finally!"

But Hammond had waited for the various reports to come in before giving his favorite team the nod.

"SG1, you have a go. Report back in four hours."

"With pleasure, general." O'Neill hurried his team toward the gate. "Come on boys and girls, I can practically smell the ocean from here. The suntan oil, the shrimp on the ..."

He stepped through the gate, stepped out into a hotel lobby.

"...barbie. What the. Carter?" He looked around. No beach. No team. No MALP. No Stargate.

"CARTER! Where's my BEACH!?"

The Master was, mostly milling about, thinking. No particular plan. Pondering the question of the bubble they were in. Considering the malleability of the environment. Worrying a bit about Jack and the Doctor.

But he was a bit hungry so he aimed himself towards a cafe, to grab something. And caught sight of an old memory in a beige cricketing outfit. He couldn't help it. He stared for a long moment, because he'd not been expecting any version of the Doctor from before Time War. Although if Romana was here, so of course it was possible. And then he. Grinned. A Doctor from before the Time War meant one unburdened by it. The sight was a bit of relief, he he had to admit to himself.