The New Band

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1, I don't earn money from this, it's just for my (and hopefully your) entertainment, yadda.

Notes: The other day I suddenly had the thought: what if Cam was unsuccessful in 'getting the band back together? What if he was stuck forming his own SG-1. Then I started forming ideas of how that might come about.

Setting: beginning of Season 9.

Spoilers and assumed knowledge of Avalon Part 1 (the first ep of Season 9), but quickly turns AU. Maybe some spoilers for some later non-arc plots and episodes (unsure), and various episodes from previous seasons (either not decided, or I don't want to give away what characters I'm reusing :P). There will be no Ori arc in this fic at all!

Well, on with the story!

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Chapter 1 - Where's my Daniel?

"Receiving IDC. Opening the iris," Walter reported over the intercom. As expected, the iris slid open. Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell expected to see SG-12 arrive in the next few moments. He didn't expect anyone to walk out of the event horizon backwards, or for the person to be dressed in form-fitting black leather.

"Well. Don't you all have me surrounded?"

He certainly wasn't expecting a woman. The general didn't seem particularly phased. "Welcome to the SGC. I'm General Landry."

"Vala. Vala Mal Doran." The newcomer strode confidently down the ramp, followed by SG-12. "Thank you so much for the lovely greeting party," she told them. "We all had a wonderful time searching each other, didn't we, boys?"

Nope, not what he expected at all.

At that point, Cameron found himself the object of the strange woman's attention. "I know we haven't met. That I'm sure I would remember." Apparently she seemed incapable of conversation beyond flirting.

"Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell," the general revealed when Vala turned to him for an introduction.

"Nice outfit." Cam wondered how she would react to the compliment.

She seemed pleased, but her mind was elsewhere. "Thanks! While I would normally be thrilled to have so much testosterone at my disposal… Where's my Daniel?"

"Your Daniel?" Cam had to ensure he'd heard right.

"Yes. I can describe him to you if you want. In exquisite detail."

"Doctor Daniel Jackson? Archeologist?"

Vala nodded. "That's the one. Where is he?"

Cam looked to the general, who replied with a look of combined permission and warning. "Right now, he's on his way to another galaxy. Left yesterday."

Vala looked downcast. "Oh. Is he going in that little ship? Perhaps I'll have to steal it again."

"No, different ship," Cam replied. "Wait, steal it? That's where I saw your name!"

"Really? I'm famous!"

"More like 'infamous'," the general corrected.

Vala shrugged it off. "When will he be back?"

"Could be months," Cam provided. "Who knows?"

"How dreadful. It seems that I've come at rather the wrong time. Perhaps you could let me go, and send word when my Daniel becomes available?"

Landry shook his head. "Perhaps you could come up to the briefing room where we can better discuss your presence on Earth," he said sternly.

"Oh. That doesn't sound particularly friendly."

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"So, Miss Mal Doran, what's all this about? You said you had a tablet leading to an 'incredible Ancient buried treasure' which only Doctor Jackson is able to translate. I assume it's in the case?"

Vala nodded sourly. "It is, but there's no point in showing it to you, since Daniel isn't here."

"We have other translators," the general assured her.

"I'll only work with my Daniel. You're wasting your time and my time otherwise."

"Perhaps if you could tell us where the tablet was found..."

"No, if I can't see Daniel, I'm leaving. You shouldn't have brought me here," Vala protested.

"You were not brought here to see Doctor Jackson. The only reason we let you though the gate is because my superiors want justice for the theft of our ship."

"Oh. Oh. Can't you call him back? He's sure to come back if you tell him the truth."

"And what truth is that?" Cam wondered, speaking for the first time since the 'briefing' had begun.

"I'm pregnant. And I'm pretty sure it's Daniel's. There's at least a one in... hmmm... ten chance?"

Cam almost rolled his eyes, but forgot to when she winked at him.

"Guards, take this woman away. Put her in isolation room three, and take this case for the artifacts to be labeled and examined," Landry ordered.

"Hey! But... I was just... Let go of me!" Vala protested.

Cam sighed. "Well, that was fun. I guess I'd better get back to the personnel files, Sir."

The general nodded. "You do that."