Author: Babette
E-mail: R, possibility to change during course of story
Spoilers: Set somewhere in Season 4, although it is in an alternate universe.
Not completed
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters of Andromeda, or SG-1, and I don't remember who does. I'm making no money off of this either. Anything else I need to cover? The only character I own is Fever, and I don't even have a last name for her yet.
Cross over between SG-1 / Andromeda
Summary: Rhade and a friend of Harper's fall down the proverbial rabbit hole, and end up in Cheyenne Mtn.
Rhade was walking past the commissary, when he stopped and took a few steps back and looked over to the far side with narrowed eyes. Harper and Fever (really, that was her name. Harper even vouched for it. After she started calling him Shameless though, he didn't make to much fun of her name. Of course everyone else now got a kick out of calling him Shameless also) Anyway, they were sitting at a table spread with flexis, whispering and making notes. They were entirely to friendly for his liking."Rommie how long have they been like this?"
"For about three days now. Whenever their shift ends, or they have free time, they're together somewhere talking about 'stuff'."
"What kind of 'stuff'?" Rhade questioned her unusual choice of words.
"I don't know. Harper turns on his privacy mode whenever they're together, and I haven't been able to circumvent it yet. But that is what Harper says when I ask him." For an A.I., Rommie sounded a bit miffed.
"Doesn't that strike you as dangerous, not knowing what Harper is planning? I may be developing some of Dylan's jumps in logic, but Harper and Fever together sounds troublesome. There is no telling what kind of mayhem they are planning."
"I don't know the girl all that well, but with Harper's track record, it does seem a little alarming."
"With Harper's track record, she would be a psychotic looking to destroy the universe, or take over you, Rommie."
"Normally, if she was attracted to Harper, or vice versa, I would say that was true. But they don't seem to be attracted to each other in a sexual sense. Which says something, I'm just not sure what." Rommie admitted.
"Hhum, Keep an eye on them Rommie. They're probably thinking of a way to blow something up." Rhade said decisively and walked off.
"Aye, sir." Rommie's hologram said and flickered out of existence.
If he'd only known, he would have spaced them both.
"Stable wormhole, huh. Do you really think that we can do it?" Harper mused.
"Sure we can. I was able to turn myself blue wasn't I? Just wish that it would wear off quicker?" Fever sighed holding out a blue arm to look at.
"Hehehe. Now tell me again why you wanted to be blue?" Harper snickered.
"Well I didn't want to stay on blue. I'd have rather gotten stuck on say, purple. Hey, I wonder if I tried to dye my hair red, if it would turn purple instead? That would be cool. Anyway, do you remember those old earth toy rings called mood rings? How they were supposed to change color with your mood? It was supposed to work with body temp. Well, I thought it would be cool to have mood skin. You know, have your skin change color with your mood. My chemical formula worked sort of. It kind of broke down somewhere along the line, and my skin got stuck on blue. Which I guess is better than being say, red." She answered good-humouredly.
Harper by this time was doubled up with laughter, "Only you would do something like that."
"Well, if it had worked, I'd be rolling in the dough jackass." She replied huffily.
"Okay, here goes…."
"Hey, I want to flip the switch. You always get to flip them."
"Well, I built it."
"Well I thought of it."
"Well, when you can build one, you can flip. Until then, I get to flip!" Harper said quickly before she could come over and pummel him into letting her do it.
For a moment there was nothing, then it looked like a big wall of water punched out at them, and then fell back into itself. "Ohh, pretty" they said in tandem at what they had wrought. Then the power started draining from Andromeda's systems.
On the command deck Beka, Dylan and Rhade were pondering on a cryptic beacon for help, when the power started flickering around them. Rommie's A.I. appeared on the screen, and started to say, "Captain, Harper and…" then she flickered off.
"Harper!" all three yelled in unison
"What is that insane little man up to now?" growled Rhade "And is that crazy blue girl helping him?"
"Does anybody know where he might be?" sighed Dylan.
"A machine shop somewhere?" hazarded Beka.
"Well let's go people. I really don't have any desire for another Harper caused crisis."
"Agreed."
They met Rommie outside of the machine shop that Harper was currently conducting his experiment in and entered.
"Look boss, a stable wormhole!" Harper crowed triumphantly.
"Harper, that thing is currently draining all of my power." Rommie said indignantly.
Harper, and you, you…AAGH!" Rhade was reduced to angry sounds by the two destructive geniuses.
"He pulled the switch." the girl said in wide-eyed innocence.
"Hey, you thought it up." Harper said indignantly.
"Both of you SHUT IT OFF!" Dylan yelled.
Turning the girl looked longingly at the water drain hole, and said "But it's so pretty." She reached out a hand toward it.
Snarling Rhade yelled "NO!" and grabbed at her.
Too late though, as they were both sucked down the rabbit hole. And just like that it closed behind them, leaving their crewmates in sudden darkness.
"Uh-Oh!" Harper gulped in sudden anxiety.
"Harper fix it, and get them back!" Dylan rubbed his forehead and wondered if it was too late to invest in aspirin stock.
General O'Neill was walking the corridors trying to think of a way to miss the up coming meeting with the brass. Finances were on the agenda. Why couldn't they understand that he just liked shooting or blowing things up? Anything else was a pain in the ass. Suddenly, alarm klaxons began blaring of an unauthorized iris opening. He looked up momentarily, and said, "So someone is listening," and started jogging to the command center. He arrived just in time to see two people fall through the gate. One female, one male. Jack said dryly to Sam, "Yeah, I'm going to go with their alien. Have we met any blue skinned people yet? How about ones with spikes in their arms? Anyone?"
Samantha Carter was looking at the male intently. "Doesn't that look like Major Coburn?"
"Huh… It sure does. Do we know where he is right now?"
"He's off-world with SG-3. They aren't due back for another week sir."
"Well, call them back, and make sure that he's still himself. You know, I can't for the life of me understand why there are two of him in the universe, much less three."
Some technician replied, "It must be one of the universes jokes sir."
Than a female technician smarted back, "Well, the Goddess obviously answers some prayers," and then stuck her tongue out at the other technician.
Jack looked at him momentarily trying to puzzle out who they were when Colonel Carter called his attention back to the Gate room.
"Sir, we need to separate them. I don't like the way he's slapping the girl's head, and gripping her arm. She is much smaller than him and she seems to be upset with him. I think that we should help her, even if she is blue."
"Well I agree with the separating part…"
Rhade quickly orientated himself to a room full of obvious soldiers holding a perimeter around them with primitive but effective looking weapons. Glaring at Fever, he began to slap the side of her head as he held onto her arm. "What have I told you about touching things!" he yelled as he did.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's not my fault! You touched me!" She sputtered as she ducked and twisted trying to escape his grasp.
"Oh, I believe it is." Easily keeping a grasp on her as he eyed the soldiers warily.
The soldiers in the meantime were becoming slightly twitchy from their behavior. One came forward and grabbed Rhade's arm to wrest the girl from him. Snarling he let Fever go to throw the man back into the others. Lifting his arm, he extended his bone blades in clear challenge, dropping his other hand to his force lance. The soldiers clicked off safeties and fell back taking aim.
"Well, that's new." Jack said in a thoughtful voice.
Fever looked around nervously, seeing their tension and Rhade's. She put her hands on the flared blades and tried to fold them back down. (Drawing blood for her troubles, her blood.)
"Rhade, I don't think now is the time…"
"Get your hands off my blades!" Rhade said in a dangerous voice still watching the soldiers.
She ignored his voice as she put herself between him and the soldiers trying to look him in the eyes. "Rhade are you listening to me?" She yelled. Her uninjured hand fell to his on the force lance. Trying to pull it from his grasp, she accidentally activated its deterrent since he hadn't set The DNA sniffer to accept her. The electric shock threw her back a couple of steps, which made an already skittish soldier fire off a shot.
As the soldiers started yelling in confusion, Fever looked at Rhade with wide-eyes, "That kind of hurt." She gasped as she slowly started to collapse.
Rhade lunged forward to catch her.
She looked confusedly at her side, "What's that purple stuff?", she gasped as she passed out.
"Damnit girl, I am going to beat you if we get out of this!" he snarled as he dropped her flat to try and staunch the flow of blood.
One of the soldiers with a bit more sense called for a medic and tried to assemble the others into control.
As the confusion died down, Jack called out over the intercom, "Alright I want to know who's in charge, and who fired that shot!"
"Sir, Sgt Kline is in charge, sir! Airman Jones fired the shot sir!"
"I need to see both of ya'll when this is sorted out. Understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
Sighing Jack rubbed his head and said, "Somebody tell the infirmary that we've shot an alien and will be there soon. Somebody else find Teal'q and ask if he is aware of any aliens that look like them, and then contact the Asgards and Tok'Ras and ask them also." Looking around at the still command center, "Immediately would be good."
"Sam, you're with me. Let's go say Howdy." Turning back, he continued, "Someone also find Daniel. Maybe he can understand what they're saying."
Coming into the gate room, Jack looked around quizzically at the soldiers and the medics and the new arrivees. "What is this? A Mexican Stand-off?"
A soldier answered with out taking his eyes off of Rhade, "Sir, he won't step away from the girl. And I won't let the medic near her until he does."
"Well, isn't this a pickle."
"Sir?"
"Sir, this is ridiculous! Give me the medical supplies, I'm going over there." Colonel Carter snapped.
"Sir, I'm willing to risk going over there even if he won't leave." The medic said glaring at the soldier, not to be out done by a mere colonel
Watching Rhade holding the blue girl as she moaned, Jack said, "Okay, as long as you're aware of the danger. Although, I think he has his hands full at the moment"
Sam and the medic walked forward slowly, holding their hands out in peaceful manner. Upon arriving, they opened the medical to signify their intentions. Nodding his understanding, Rhade gave them the room they needed to examine the wound.
"Colonel, that blood is awfully red for an alien. Are we sure she is one? Even though she is blue." The medic asked nervously as he placed a pressure bandage to her side.
"At this point we don't know anything." Sam said worriedly. "But I'm sure that it can't be good to have so much of it outside of her body. I hope that we can come up with some kind of match for it." She continued as she motioned for the stretcher to be brought over.
By this time Fever was coming to, and stared up at Rhade and two other people she didn't know. "Did I fall down?" she asked before her back arched with the sudden pain.
Rhade quickly helped hold her down as he attempted to make soothing noises to her. "You're going to be alright…. Until I get you back to the ship, then I'm going to beat you and Harper. But for now, they're going to help you."
She yelped and clutched at Rhade when she saw the stretcher, "Don't let them take me! I don't want an anal probe!"
With a surprised expression, Rhade answered, "They aren't going to give you an anal probe."
"How do you know? Have you ever had one before? Because that is what little grey aliens do, capture people and give them anal probes and perform medical experiments on them."
"They aren't little grey aliens, and they aren't going to perform any experiments on you, or give you an anal probe. Although if you don't stop it, I may tell them to do it. Now calm down, and let them see to your side!" Rhade snapped. Bedside manner wasn't something that he was good at.
"They have some kind of mind control devise that makes you think that they aren't little grey aliens. Don't leave me alone with them! I'm not hurt!" She batted at Colonel Carter and the medic as they attempted to place her on the stretcher. "Rhade!"
Jack called out then, "Doc give her a painkiller or a sedative, but get her calmed down. And if she won't let the big guy go, let him go with her to the infirmary. That's probably where he's headed anyway."
"Sir, we don't know what kind of effect human drugs will have on her system. It could kill her."
"Well at least she'll die on happy."
"I am here O'Niell." Teal'q said quietly from Jack's side.
"Good. Do you have any idea what they are?"
"No, I have never seen or heard of their type before."
"Huh. Well stay on the big guy. I don't want him to get any ideas. And some one get that big cattle prod from him. And do I have to tell anyone to stay at least an arm's length from him? He looks like he knows how to use those spikes." Looking at how calm the girl had become, he said, "Well doc, the happy drugs seem to be doing the job. Any abnormal side effects?"
"It may be to soon to tell."
"We can only hope."
Much later, everyone met in the conference room to discuss the new 'guests' and surrounding events. Jack looked around at his team, and said, "Well, can anyone tell me anything? Like what are they? Where did they come from? Anything at all?"
"What they are is easy. They're human."
"Huh!"
"But one of them is blue. And the other…has..things in his arms."
"Never less, they are still more or less human."
"More or less human… Gotta say doc, doesn't sound human."
"They are what humans would be after genetic engineering, and natural evolution. And I don't think that she is supposed to be blue. And the spikes in his arms are actually bones."
"Really. .. Could've fooled me with the blue part."
"Why would you want bones outside of your body? I hope it isn't like a funny bone, and gives you that funny pain if you bump it wrong." Daniel broke in interestedly.
"Well Daniel, if you can figure out how to communicate with them, maybe you can ask him… Anything yet?"
"It seems to be a derivative of English."
"Right. English… Doesn't sound English."
"It's what English might sound like if you put a couple of thousand years between us and them."
"Are you trying to suggest that they are from the future, or an alternate universe?" Colonel Carter asked.
"That may explain the nanabots in their systems."
"Nanabots? They have nanabots?"
"I'm sorry."
"Grrh."
"Please don't be mad."
"Grrh!"
"I said I was sorry."
"Grrh Grrawl!"
"How long are you going to be mad?"
"I would suggest, NOT TALKING TO ME!"
"Gesh. You don't have to be so Uber about it." She muttered sticking her tongue out at him.
"What did you say!" he roared in frustration.
Outside the infirmary, Sam turned to Jack, "I really don't like the way he treats her."
"You don't know Sam, maybe there is a reason that he treats her like he does. Maybe she's like Daniel, and things just happen around her. But until we can understand them, their relationship is just conjecture." As they walked off, he muttered "Really interesting conjecture though."
The next day as General O'Niell and another officer were walking towards medical, a biologist, correction a very new biologist fell into step besides them. "Sir, I believe the big alien feels like he has to protect the blue alien. When they went to sleep, at least I assume it was sleep; he kept himself between her and the soldiers at the door. I think that was a form of protection." He beamed in self-importance.
"Or it could be territorial, or a mating ritual, or maybe he was waiting to kill her without the gaurds noticing…"
"Do you really think so?"
"Now, now Coburn. What did I tell you about teasing the scientist?" Jack said warningly. Glancing into the infirmary doors, they stared at the big guy stalking and batting his arms as the blue girl threw stuff at him.
"See, what did I tell you. He wants to kill her."
Sighing, Jack said, "At least the Asgard think that they have come up with some kind of translator microbe so we can understand them since Daniel hasn't been able to yet."
Walking up, Daniel replied, "Eventually I believe that I would be able to. But no, you had to have immediate results. I guess that you're in a hurry to shoot them aren't you?"
"Well sir, lets put those translator things on and get this over with. I'm still hoping to find the address for the planet of endless beaches and harem babes…. Please don't repeat that to Colonel Carter."
"Wouldn't dream of it Coburn. Kind of want to go there myself. And the translator thingys are something you ingest, not put on. Do you want to be the first test subject?"
"Uh, No sir… Isn't that what science geeks are for?"
That would be a good use for them wouldn't it?"
Sighing Daniel pulled out a vial from his pocket and said, "I'll go first." After swallowing, he asked, "Did that Asgards say how long it might take to activate?" As he looked at Jack and Coburn, the infirmary doors burst open, hitting him in the face and knocking him down. The blue girl skidded through with one of the soldier's gun, which she quickly jammed through the handles. Making it impossible for Rhade, Teal'q or the soldiers to follow her. Holding her side, she turned to run away and fell into Coburn's arms. It took her a moment to recognize his face as matching Rhade's, at which time she screamed and punched him. Coburn dropped her to try and block her blow.
"Fever, what is going on out there?" Rhade called from the other side of the doors.
"Argh. Danmit Rhade. How did you make a copy of yourself? That is so not fair, you fucking Uber." Holding her side in pain, she tried to stand back up. Jack and Coburn both reached down to help her, but she batted their hands away.
"Rhade, the aliens want to give me an anal probe!"
"What! Damnit girl! What is it with you and anal probes? They do NOT want to give you one! Now open the door!" Rhade snarled looking through the door windows at her. Impatiently he glared at the soldiers trying to get him away from the doors as he tossed them across the room.
Daniel in the mean time was leaning against the wall laughing.
"Daniel a little help here." Jack said staring at his strange behavior.
"Jack, she thinks that you want to give her an anal probe. She thinks that we're aliens."
Jack and Coburn froze, put their hands up and backed away slowly.
Coburn said confusedly, "O-kay, no one here wants to give the blue girl thing an anal probe do they?"
By this time Teal'q and Rhade had finally broke the door down to get out, both looking angry.
"What did you do this time?" Rhade said glaring. "Besides trying to lock me up, and making me mad."
"I didn't do anything! Why is it always my fault?"
"Because it usually is."
"Hey Shameless built it, so all of this is his fault."
"Ah, but you gave him the idea. The two of you alone get into enough trouble, the two of you together will destroy the universe."
"That is so not true!"
"Do you need help getting off the floor?"
"Yes." She answered almost crying.
Sniffing the air, he said, "I smell blood. I believe that you've opened your wound again. You really shouldn't exert yourself in antagonizing me until you're stronger. And when you do it then, I can beat you senseless." Kneeling, he swiftly turned her on her good side and pulled the hospital gown away to expose the bandages on her midriff. Also exposing the tattoo on the small of her back, and the old scars that covered the rest of it.
"Uh Jack, did Dr. Frasier say anything about those scars?" Daniel questioned.
"No, can't say that she did."
About this time, Dr Frasier and Colonel Carter came running up with more soldiers.
"General, what the hell is going on? Have we started a strip show on base now?" Colonel Carter demanded angrily.
"No, no, nothing like that. Just a minor misunderstanding. Teal'q, care to add anything?"
"She is extremely fast sir. She started shouting at him, then she was throwing things, and then she had Jones' weapon. Then she was out the doors. We mistakenly tried to stop him, when we should have gone after her."
"Ya think?"
"If I might observe sir, I believe he is called either Ra-Day, or OOber. At least that is what she calls to get his attention."
Hearing his name, Rhade stood with Fever in his arms, just then noticing his double.
"How did you make a copy of yourself, and how come you get one and I don't?" Fever complained to him.
"I did not make the copy, and would like to know how he came about also. And the Universe does not need two of you running amuck in it."
"Huh, Ra…Doesn't sound good. Doc, are you positive that he isn't a Goa'uld?" Jack asked hopefully.
Daniel rolled his eyes, and handed the doctor and colonel small vials. "Here Sam, Doctor. These are the translator microbes that the Asgard came up with. It kicks in pretty quick." Holding two more out to Rhade and the girl, he motioned for them to drink.
Distrustfully they watched the doctor and Sam drink before they drank theirs.
"Doctor Jackson. Can I have one?" Coburn asked watching Rhade with fascination.
Jack sighed, and said to no one in particular, "I suppose that means that I have to take one also."
"I'll take one also Dr. Jackson." The biologist said eagerly.
Once again, the conference room. This time it was everybody including Major Coburn and the guests. Fever had changed her hospital gown for some ill-fitting BDUs and a T-shirt. She had refused to be separated from Rhade. She said that one, in all tri-Ds, someone always died when they separated, or had sex. And two, Rhade was her best bet for getting back because Nietzcheans had that survival instinct. After refusing to hear another word about it, she sat between Rhade and Coburn as they eyed each other over her head. Keeping her fingers on Rhade's blades, she leaned into Coburn suddenly and sniffed him.
"Sir, she's sniffing me."
"Well, Coburn, sniff her back." Jack told him with raised eyebrows.
"What are you doing Fever?"
"I'm performing a scientific test. Duh."
Rhade said nothing as he narrowed his eyes at her and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm checking to see if ya'll smell different."
"Of course we smell different."
"There is no of course going on here Rhade. In case you haven't noticed. You look and sound the same." She looked at Coburn suddenly and muttered something about the five senses to herself.
Coburn looked at her distrustfully with narrowed eyes. "What?"
She reached up and held his head still as she licked the side of his face.
"SIR! She just licked me!"
She turned to Rhade to do the same to him, and he growled at her.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"I'm seeing if you taste the same."
"We don't."
"How do you know?"
"Call it intuition."
"Huh, you Nieztcheans bred out intuition along with a sense of humor a long time ago."
"Sit down and behave. If you have a desire to do something, ask me first. Right now, the only thing you have permission to do is to breathe."
Jack asked interestedly, "Does that usually work?"
"No. But I'm counting on her being hurt and drugged to emphasize things."
"So, on to the matter at hand… What are you doing here? How did you get here and do you have any plans to go back anytime soon?"
Holding the bridge of his nose, Rhade sighed and said, "I'm not sure how we got here. Fever and Seamus Harper, our chief engineer, built what they called a stable wormhole on the Andromeda. Which started to drain all power from the ship. Before it could be shut off, she touched it, I touched her, and we ended up here."
"So it's safe to say that you don't have any goals of taking over Earth, or the Universe? …And that you also don't have any idea how to get back?"
Fever broke in, "Ha! Who'd want to have the Earth? It's a hellhole after the Magog and the Drago-Kazovs finished with it. It took me a long time to escape the slave camps. Why would I want to go back? Even if I was in charge of it."
"Slave camps? Earth has slave camps?"
"The whole planet is a slave camp. Haven't you been listening?"
"I'm afraid it's true. Your planet is just a back water slave camp in our time, or reality, or what ever you want to call it." Rhade sighed glaring at Fever.
"But I do have goals." She interjected cheerfully.
"Ah… I'm afraid to ask what kind, but do proceed."
"I've already achieved my first goal, which was to reduce Rhade from spoken words to angry sounds. My second goal is to help save the Universe. My third goal is to get Rhade to beat his head against a wall. My forth goal is to be smarter than Harper. My fifth goal is to get Rhade to pull his own hair out. My sixth goal is to have my very own ship. And my last goal is to have Rhade beg me to shoot him." She announced happily as she ticked the goals off her fingers.
Daniel observed, "Well, from Rhade's expression, I do believe that you are well on your way to achieving either your third or fifth goal."
"I guess that it's good that you have goals…. Although some goals are better than others. Saving the Universe good. Getting someone to pull his hair out, not so good." General O'Neill observed blandly.
Teal'q thought to himself that he was glad he didn't have hair, while Coburn and Daniel smoothed theirs down. And Dr.Fraiser and Colonel Carter looked at the ceiling, trying not to laugh. Rhade, well Rhade just looked like he wanted to kill.
Rhade glared over at Dr.Fraiser, "What kinds of drugs have you given her? I would not object at all if you take her off of them. In fact, Fever in pain is a good thought."
Fever just stuck her tongue out at him, and then said, "Oh, Dr Frasier can I have some more of the drugs where I can see my hands have trailers, and your voice goes all funny sounding?"
Coburn looked at her, then at the doctor. "What exactly are you giving her? Because it sounds like they are better than the ones you give us when we return from firefights."
"We're still experimenting and adjusting her medications. We aren't entirely sure how her system reacts. She is human, but there are some little differences that have us puzzled. The nanabots are also doing something."
"Perhaps it would help to know what her nanabots are programmed to do."
"They don't all do the same thing?"
"Of course not. There are some that aid in healing; some that aid in muscle performance, some help conduct electrical impulses faster. Some are defensive in that they protect against attacking nanabots. They are very versatile."
"You know Rhade, you are really obnoxious when you're being smug." Fever observed.
Ignoring her comment, he asked, "Do you know what yours are for?"
"No, not really. I guess just the standard stuff. I know that I received some in the camps, some on the first drift I was on after I escaped Earth, and Trance and Rommie gave me a whole bunch more inoculations when I came aboard that Andromeda."
"Hum, I may be able to program the DNA sniffer in my force lance to recognize what some of their functions are. If I may be allowed access to it."
"Oh no, I'm not going to let you perform any experiments on me. You're a sadist. Any experimenting going on, I'll do it myself."
"From the last two experiments that you've done, you are the last one to be in charge of anything."
"What! What last two experiments?"
"The one that got us here…"
"Hey, I blame that one on Shameless!"
"….And the one that turned your skin blue."
"What's wrong with blue skin? I think it's kind of cool."
"Nothing is wrong with blue skin, if that is your natural skin tone."
"Just because you lack imagination, along with a sense of humor…" she started to say.
"Oh, I have lots of imagination. I imagine you in a lot of pain, I can also imagine you apologizing, and begging for my forgiveness…"
"Oh, me apologizing to an Uber! I was wrong, that does take a lot of imagination." She retorted glaring at him.
"Insulting a Nietzchean is not healthy for a human's health. Especially one so itsy-bitsy."
"Oh, I'll show you what itsy bitsy can do, ya frikin' Uber!"
"GRhh!"
"What, nothing to say? Have you been reduced from spoken words again?"
"You know Sam, are we sure that we can't give him his electric stick back to shock her a few times?" Jack said quietly to Sam. "And by the way, do you still think that he treats her bad?"
Sam looked at him and replied, "I'm just surprised that he hasn't killed her yet."
"Oh, give it a little time Sam. I'm sure that she's gonna drive him to it soon."
Daniel leaned over and asked, "Do we have any idea how old she is, or where and how she received those scars? You don't think that he beats her do you?"
"Those scars are old, and they way she treats him, I don't think that he has ever laid a finger on her."
"She kind of treats him like a security blanket."
"I don't know about you Sam, but I never tormented my security blanket like that. ..Not that I ever had one, though." Jack was quick add-on.
"I mean in the fact that besides the times she has been unconscious, she has not let him out of her sight." Sam clarified.
Daniel said thoughtfully, "Have you noticed that she is constantly touching him? Either consciously, or unconsciously?" Watching her stare down with Rhade, he continued, "It's more like the 'drive big brother crazy syndrome'… Of course since I'm an only child I could be wrong."
"Nope…. I'm going to have to side with your conclusions. There is a definite vibe of 'let's drive some one crazy' going on."
Leaning back, Daniel turned to watch the two. "Did she just try and stick a pen up his nose?" He asked idly.
"Indeed Daniel Jackson."
"Maybe we should let him have access to a punching bag."
"That would seem appropriate Daniel Jackson."
At that moment Selmak arrived. He paused and stared at the blue girl a moment, and continued to where his host's daughter, Colonel Samantha Carter, was
seated and joined her.
"I can say honestly, before this moment, I have never come across any blue skinned humanoids. Nor any humans with bones protruding from their arms naturally." Selmak began before General O'Neill asked his inevitable questions.
"Glad to hear it. But I think we've narrowed it down to an alternate universe, or from the future. Apparently, they're more or less human."
"More or less human." Selmak repeated, trying out the words.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Jack continued, raising his voice so that Dr. Fraiser was sure to hear, "But my opinion obviously doesn't mean much around here."
Dr. Fraiser threw him an irritated glance before turning herself back to Fever.
"Now why exactly did you turn yourself blue?"
Rolling her eyes, as only young adults can do, she repeated herself, "I told you, I was trying to come up with a formula for 'mood skin.' You know, sort of like those old toy mood rings that they used to have on Earth. It was supposed to change colors with your mood."
"Mood skin? So this isn't a dye job, but a chemical reaction? That sounds kind of dangerous. Your captain allowed you to conduct this experiment?"
"First, he's not my captain, just my boss. Second, I don't ask him what I can and can't do. I'm not an academy pinhead like some people." She said glaring at Rhade irritated. "Third, I did this way before I came aboard the Andromeda." She shifted in her seat, trying to ease the pain in her side.
"Academy pinhead? What exactly is an academy pinhead?" Coburn asked snidely. He was rubbed the wrong way by Fever's wild comments.
"Ignore it. Most of the time, she doesn't think before opening her mouth." Rhade spoke to him calmly. As Fever slumped down further in the chair, he asked, "Fever are you alright? Is your side hurting?"
"No, I'm fine. Just hot." Fever said sullenly.
"Any chance of you sitting up, like the rest of us?"
"I don't want to." She continued sullenly, as she kicked the underside of the table.
"Do you realize that we can tell the level of pain that you are in by how obnoxious you are?" Rhade continued.
Brows furrowed, Fever said insulted, "I am not obnoxious."
"You just stated that some of your goals are to irritate me to death. How is that not obnoxious?"
Yes, you can't have it both ways." Coburn began to tease her also.
As Fever turned to toss a glare Coburn's way, Rhade motioned the doctor to give her more painkillers.
"I'm only obnoxious to Rhade." She said loftily.
"Why is that?"
"Because he's a Nietzchean, and thinks that he is superior to the rest of the Universe."
"I am superior."
"Not!"