Hey my other nerdy/geeky pals!

This is my very first thing, so if this comes out deformed, I'll just be glad it comes out! But if you hate it, I'll be sad, because I've thought about this for a while.

Disclaimers: If I owned Stargate (Or just a Stargate, hopefully with a DHD) the shows would still be running, and I'd play some sort of part in it. Sadly, the cake is a lie, the pie is true, the milkshake is in a blender, and I don't own this or earn money off it. The truth hurts, don't it?

This is dedicated to Holli Tolli, my everlasting conscience, who's writing a great Atlantis fic right now. You grateful I showed you Stargate, Wraith Girl? I bet. It takes place in season two, right after 'The Gamekeeper,' so no real spoilers.

Oh, and the cake/pie/milkshake thing is an inside-joke. I'm not insane! (Twitch-Twitch)

REVIEW!! I BEG OF YOU! SG1 would want you to, I know!

There was a collective gasp around the (severely) crowded debriefing room. General George Hammond gave a heavy mental sigh. It was only to be expected. This would be considered a catastrophic event in SGC history. As if the Pentagon hadn't mussed up routine there enough, they had to throw each team an extra member from their department. Every team leader (and all of SG1) were gathered to hear their sentence, and none of them were happy.

In fact, most everyone was standing and shouting, except one Colonel Jack O'Neill, who had his head in his hands in a classic 'face-palm' Jack pose. And Teal'c who just rose an eyebrow in consideration.

The Texan held up a hand for silence. Everyone cut off their yells, like he was a conductor in some huge, off key band. Now Jack's disgruntled mumbles could be heard, wafting around the room like the scent of coffee in the air. But it trailed off as soon as he realized the other people had shut-up, though he still didn't remove his large hands from his face.

"I understand your concern about this, but I simply cannot over ride this, it would be suicide for the program." Now Colonel O'Neill rubbed his face and looked around.

"They won't last two hours." His voice sounded more stressed then sarcastic, so the others understood he was more worried about the safety of the pencil pushers then what they would rat about. The others slowly took their seats. Hammond continued with his mini-briefing.

"Each team will receive one new member from each group. They have been picked according to skill and-"

Walter poked his head in, clearing his throat. "Um, sir? The Pentagon Representatives are here sir."

"What?" George looked surprised. "They weren't supposed to arrive for another hour!" Walter just rolled his eyes in a 'Stupid reps' attitude.

"They are... Insisting joining this meeting." Hammond caught his drift.

"Alright. Send them in." The technician left. "I don't need to remind you these people could hold this program's future in their hands." His warning didn't fall empty. One second later, the representatives walked in.

Daniel looked the group up and down. These people were a surprise in themselves.

They were civilians, for one. Dressed in suits, yes, but none were air-force or army personnel. They entered in single file, but stood as a group, like old friends who had been joking only moments before. Most were male, but they seemed centered, cultivated around one female. She was interesting on her own, too.

Her hair was a dark brown, maybe waist length, but pulled into two french braids. Dark eyes, same hue as her hair, studied Hammond with a sparkle of amusement. Her skirt, shirt, and jacket (Black leather? Interesting pick.) were neat, but had a dressed-in-the-dark feel. The heels were bright red, confirming his suspicion she didn't really think about what she was doing that morning. Even he, as a man, could see they didn't match her black/white theme. She stood at a normal, maybe tall, 5'8" and was shadowed by her male friends. Beside her was a shorter red-haired woman with whom she whispered. They gave a shared, muted laugh and her eyes wandered. His eyes met hers, and he looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring. She was very pretty, even beautiful, all the more reason not to be found gazing.

General Hammond cleared his throat. Everyone turned to him.

"Welcome to the SGC." The representatives mumbled thanks, and the woman Daniel noticed gave the General a 1,000 watt smile, bright if only because cheerful. "...I guess I'll just assign you to your teams."

"Uh, General Hammond?" The woman stepped forward. "Senator McKenzie." She made a face similar to the one Jack wore every time he said that name. "He told me to give you this." A tan, unmarked folder was handed to George. "It says where he... requests," Another grimace on her part. "You put us."

The red-head muttered to herself. "The asshole." A hugely tall man behind her nodded.

"Tell me about it."

It appeared the 'representatives' didn't like their boss ether. At least the feeling was mutual.

Hammond, with apparently grinding teeth, opened the file and flipped through. A sigh punctuated the room, from the red-head. The woman who had the file shh-ed her, then returned to watching the General innocently.

"All right!" George Hammond gave in with a sigh. Daniel watched him steadily. "SG1, you are with Miss Katalina Forest."

"Please sir," To his amazement, the 'leader' woman corrected. "Just call me Kat!"

Ohhh! Too short! But there's no real good place to end this, so... I'll update ASAP! ...That is, if you review, so REVIEW! I won't write more if you don't, and it gets good 'cause Kat is FUNNY! Reviews are like hugs, and everyone needs hugs!

Thax For Reading Chapter One!