Tegan Chronicles

Proof Positive 1

"Unscheduled off world activation." The klaxons echoed in the hallways as General Hammond made his way to the Stargate operations room.

"Who is it?" General Hammond looked down at the closed iris.

"It looks like SG1's old identification code sir."

"Open the Iris."

Tegan stepped through the shimming pool of light dressed in brown robes, and combat boots. Her shaggy red hair had grown and curled stopping around chin length. Her dog tags were hanging out and she immediately put her empty hands behind her head, "Thanks for the welcoming party."

General Hammond entered the room, but didn't ask the reinforcement security officers to lower their weapons. "Major Kiser?"

"In the flesh sir."

"But you were…"

"Dead, sir, I know." She continued her stance waiting, knowing.

"Security remove her to a level sixteen holding cell for now." He watched as two armed guards moved past him and patted her down. "Sorry Major Kiser, but we have to take precautions. For all intents and purposes you've been dead for…"

"Three months." She could tell him down to the hour if he really wanted to know. "I completely understand sir, while I'd love a hot shower and some clean clothes I do understand."

When she heard the door open, Tegan jumped to her feet to find a six foot five blonde male standing on the other side of the bars. He was in civilian clothing and a lab coat.

"Major Kiser?"

"Who are you?" She'd expected it to be Colonel O'Neill, maybe General Hammond. She'd hoped it would be Janet.

"I'm Dr. Funkhouser, I need to do your physical."

She gazed momentarily into deep hazel eyes, before scoffing. "Here?"

"Security will escort you to the infirmary."

"And you came along for the ride?" Her eyes stared holes through him. "Where's Janet?"

"Dr. Fraiser's over at the academy hospital."

"And Monroe?"

"She's off, and Warner's working swing shift."

"Chang?"

"You've been gone a while." He pointed out.

"You're avoiding my question."

"It's not my place to bring you up to speed. I'm just here to find out if you're really you."

"Who else would I be?"

"You know what I mean." He shot back not missing a beat.

"So where's security?" Tegan looked around at the empty room.

"They're outside the door. I wanted to introduce myself before seeing you in the exam room."

"You won't be seeing me in the exam room." She threatened letting her eyes light up just long enough to send him scurrying out the door.

She'd finally given up on jumping to her feet every time the main door opened. It was never anyone important. Mainly someone to bring in or take away a tray of food she had no desire to eat. Besides since she wasn't in uniform it didn't matter. This time was no different. She wasn't sure what time it was when she heard the door open, her watch had died over a month ago. She lay on the wall cot with her back to the bars.

"Tegan?" Janet's breath hitched in her throat. She'd been told less than thirty minutes ago that she'd returned the day before.

General Hammond had been waiting for her when she reported for duty that morning. He explained that Tegan had been none too kind to Dr. Anderson and it was probably best if she did the honors.

Tegan rolled over and into a sitting position a smile pulling at her lips; finally a familiar and friendly face. "Janet."

"Airman, open this cell." Janet threw the order over her shoulder.

"Ma'am?"

"Open the cell, and return to your post outside." She watched him hesitate before following her orders.

"Is it really you?" Janet asked when they were semi alone.

"I think that's what you're here to determine," Tegan held her arm out offering up a vein. "But yes, it's really me. How's my team? Did they ever make it back?"

Janet nodded, and sat down the supplies she'd brought in to draw Tegan's blood. "They're fine; they're due back from a mission tomorrow. Other than that…"

"I know. I'm the enemy until General Hammond says otherwise. It's ok." Tegan watched Janet clean her antecubital vein with an alcohol prep before breaching the skin with a needle. "I really wouldn't want it any other way, I mean until everyone is sure I am who I am, I'm a security risk."

Janet nodded.

"You're running lytes too?" Tegan watched as she started filling up another vacutainer.

"Yeah." Janet smiled softly and Tegan was reminded just how much she'd missed the petite brunette. "Between you scaring Dr. Anderson with your glowing eyes, and not eating since you got back yesterday."

"How's Shadow?" Tegan changed the subject.

"He's in my office, he's pretty sure you're you, even without seeing you."

"Where's he been staying?" Tegan pressed her fingers over Janet's and felt the jolt that passed between them before Janet slid hers out leaving Tegan holding the gauze pad against her arm.

"He's been staying on base, and goes home with Sam on the weekends she's here and Cassie and I on the weekends she's not." Janet's eyes were wet. "I don't want to get my hopes up, but we thought you were dead."

"I did too."

"How?" Janet stood up.

"I'm sure you'll be invited to the debriefing." Tegan yawned.

"I need to run a PET scan, just to be sure…"

"I don't have any bombs in my chest, or a 'snake' in my head." She made air quotes. "Any possibility I could get a shower when that's done?"

"I think I can arrange it."

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