Enemy Exposed

Author's note: Rewrite after seeing Season 6 and had to get Maybourne back to Earth.

SG-1 and General Hammond were in the conference room with Dr. Fraiser discussing Carra. She was staying with Dr. Fraiser and Cassandra since the episode at Adventure World a little over five weeks earlier. "Her teachers call me all the time. She's on her third teacher. Mr. Grace sat down with her and they're working to help each other teach class. Carra is trying to at least ask questions about the subject they're on instead of everything all at once. The other teachers and school staff sent her to the school psychiatrist four times already."

Daniel was concerned about this, "the psychiatrist? Why?"

"All kinds of things. She's acting and saying very age inappropriate things and," Dr. Fraiser broke out laughing, "I think the teachers just want to get some time away from her constant questions."

"What does the psycho say?"

Dr. Fraiser didn't like Jack's description or tone of voice and the objection was obvious in her frown and tone of voice, "the psychiatrist says she wishes Carra was her college instructor!"

Sam interjected, "she's turning just about everyone around her into little scientists. Her escorts are getting interested in astronomy, physics, climatology, you name it."

Dr. Fraiser laughed as she spoke, "when my electron microscope broke Corporal Mayes fixed it! He said Carra helped him understand how it worked last week. He was the one who escorted her around the first few days."

"Isn't Mayes the high school dropout who can't change a tire?" Jack was surprised at the competence associated with that name.

"That's the one. By the way, what is Carra working on tonight?" Hammond responded. He was greatly pleased with the cooperation and help she'd already given.

Teal'c responded, seemingly with little emotion, "I saw her working on some computer. She said something about some bad code."

"She speeded up my laptop to about three times . . ." Sam started to say, but was interrupted by alarms going off. The entire group got up and ran for the command center.

When the group arrived all eyes were on Carra. She looked at them and apologized with a smile. She turned back to the computer screen and dramatically hit the enter button, almost looking like an evil scientist about to destroy the world. Then, almost singing said, "somebody's gonna be real mad about this."

Hammond was angry, "you bet I'm mad! Just what did you do, young lady?"

Carra with a sly grin on her face responded, "not you, General." She turned back to the screen and pointed, "whoever was getting these highly classified reports sent to them. Somebody scattered some code along the computers to forward all your reports to an unidentified email account."

"Did you trace it?" Jack asked, concerned about who was monitoring them.

"I 'accidently' redirected one nicely incriminating, but relatively safe personnel time list, to a Pentagon official tied to Stargate Command." She smiled and then in a mocking pout continued, "there is bound to be an investigation. You don't suppose it will lead to . . . Senator Kinsey, do you?" She smiled. She knew something, but would not talk. She turned out to be quite a sneaky little girl, a cunning warrior. She had that same smile when she 'turned in' SG-1 to an enemy Goa'uld, and then asked to look at one of the weapons, turning it on the Goa'uld and then the Jaffa, joining the SG-1 team in defeating an ally of Yu.

Hammond was concerned over the quick response without checking who the enemy was, "couldn't you trace the leak?"

Carra frowned, "what fun would that be? Besides, losing the connection may just push him to do something drastic enough to be caught doing something. He's out of control and this'll make him very mad indeed. He can't think well as it is. Do you think he'll act rationally when he loses his last connection to Stargate data?"

"And just how will we know where he'll act?" Jack didn't like surprises.

Carter smiled, looking at Carra, but responding to Jack, "sir. We just need to be observant, right Carra?" Sam was learning how Carra worked. She seemed to enjoy, or at least thrive, on driving the enemy into making foolish mistakes.

"You're learning quickly! I knew you would!" Carra was quite proud of her students, and Sam was a quick learner. So were Daniel and Jack, but Jack still fought her, still not trusting her.

Carra bounced into class the next morning. Her teacher wasn't there. The assistant principle was there instead. Carra was familiar with him, having been sent there several times for interrupting class with her constant questions. He was frustrated with her too, but more out of confusion than anger. She clearly belonged in college, not elementary school. She wanted to be with children her own age. She was in second grade, but in the two weeks of school she had already gone through the sixth grade math and science textbooks and brought Sam and Dr. Fraiser's science and biology books to school. She hated the elementary science books, pointing out how useless and incomplete they were. She also found many errors and showed proof that they were wrong.

A strange woman walked in and shook Mr. Spencer's hand, introducing herself to him. Mr. Spencer walked out and the woman introduced herself, "Good morning class. My name is Miss Tracy. Your regular teacher, Mr. Grace is very sick. He should be back in a few days. In the meantime I think we will have a lot of fun together." Her eyes scanned the class and focused a little too long at Carra.

"Are you going to be as boring as my other teachers? They don't know how or why anything works." The class laughed and one of the boys that constantly tried to cause trouble for Carra spoke up, "Miss Scatterbrain and her stupid questions."

Miss Tracy walked up to Carra and addressed her directly, "you must be Carra. I read so much about you," she caught herself in the hesitation and quickly followed up with, "in the teacher's notes. I'm sure you have many wonderful questions." She turned to the class and spoke to them, "Albert Einstein's mother always asked Albert if he asked any good questions in class that day. Questions deserve answers," turning to Carra with a smile, "right Carra?"

"I think I like you. This might be an educational few days!" Carra was bouncing in her seat, "Why do insects have eight legs? What is the purpose in that?" She held up a large beetle to the teacher, pointing to the pincers. The teacher was taken aback and tried to bring out an answer as the class laughed. In the corner of her eye Carra caught the image of a white panel van pull up across the street and smiled. This was going to be an interesting day.

At recess Carra saw one of her less desirable teachers on the playground, dug up a worm, carefully examining it. With a very innocent look on her face she took it to the teacher, lifting it to her face, "Miss Grundle, how do worms have sex?"

Grundle screamed, "why you insolent little cur. We are going to see the psychiatrist right now!" Miss Grundle grabed her and dragged her to the psychiatrist while Miss Tracy looked on, disgusted and unable to do anything. She shrugged to the van. Carra saw the shrug in the reflection in the door window and smiled.

Miss Grundle spoke harshly to the psychiatrist, pushing Carra into a chair, "you need to do something with this troublemaker! I can't stand to even hear her voice!"

The psychiatrist was familiar with the animosity she had toward Carra and almost enjoyed feeding it. She innocently responded, "then maybe you need to take her to the voice tutor?"

Grundle stormed out in a huff. After she left they both broke out in giggles. "Ok, Carra. What did you do to her this time?"

Carra held out the worm, "I wanted to know how worms have sex. By the way, how do they see where they are going?"

The psychiatrist laughed and gave a serious response, totally unconcerned about the nature of the question, but smiling inside about Miss Grundle's reaction, "that's not my area of expertise. You need to wait until you get to high school and talk to a science teacher about that." Ordinarily she would be concerned about such a question, but coming from Carra it just seemed natural. Although she had no prior experience with one, she knew child geniuses were unique in how they think and examine the world. There was no fixation on sex, just part of the string of broad questions on everything in life.

"Do you think someone at the zoo next week can tell me?"

The psychiatrist laughed, "I think you should be teaching the class."

"That's what Dr. Fraiser and Major Carter say. Do you think they would hire me?"

"I wish you were MY psychology professor. You seem to know more about actually helping people that any of them do. I love talking to you, even if it is because these teachers have no imagination." The psychiatrist learned more about people talking to Carra than anybody she ever learned from. She would have loved to have Carra spend the whole day with her talking about all kinds of things, but Carra seemed to jump from one subject to another, moving freely from science to music to art to philosophy.

"Mr Grace isn't too bad. He answers, or tries to answer a lot of my questions. I love talking to you. You are really intelligent and imaginative. You like to find answers and give comfort. That's a very good thing. I have to go to the bathroom. Can I be excused for a minute?"

The psychiatrist rolled her eyes, laughing, "go ahead. I can't wait to talk some more." Carra. Bouncing from subject to subject. She understood how Carra's teachers could get frustrated. But she also had the patience to understand, even if it often lead to confusion trying to keep up with her mental marathon. Keeping up with her was the intellectual equivalent of trying to keep up with a top triathlon athlete!

Carra left the room and snuck down the hall and into her classroom to pick up her backpack. She slid out the side door by the soccer field and stood there for a moment, taking in the entire scene in a moment. She skipped through the stands and into the trees there she paused to think and suddenly took off running, unnoticed by all but two of her girlfriends who ignored it. They were familiar with her antics by now and thought nothing of it at the moment.