A/N – Hey, folks! I really liked my idea behind this fic, but had forgotten about it for a while, so, I thought the best way to get back into it was start fresh from the beginning. So for those of you who've read it already, here's the improved version.

For those of you who haven't, this is my version of the loveable "SG-1 in high school story", but with my own signature twists to it. So sit back, strap in, and get ready for high school…stargate style.

In this first part there is Sam/Jack and Daniel/Janet, though there will be more later on. And there will be some major character death, but it's nothing that doesn't actually happen in the show.

Chapter 1: Love me, Hate me

"Love me or hate me still an obsession,

Love me or hate me that is the question…"

Lady Sovereign

"Come on, kiddo, you can do this."

Sam barely heard her dad's words over her music. With that perfect eye roll that she'd been working on for years, Sam pulled her earphones off and smiled sweetly at Jacob. "I know, Dad…I've only been to what…three new schools since freshman year? This ought to be a breeze."

"I know it's been hard," Jacob said with a sigh, reaching over to lightly touch his daughter's arm. "But hopefully this transfer will be a little more permanent."

Sam snorted, rolling her eyes again. She'd learned long ago that when it came to her father's placements, nothing was permanent. Especially since her mother… Sam choked at the thought and pushed it to the back of her mind. She couldn't think about that, especially not today. Today she had to be strong. It was the only way she could cope with being the outsider in a place like this.

"I'll be ok, Dad," she reassured him, opening the door and stepping out of the car. Sam swung her backpack over one shoulder, tucking an errant strand of her hair out of her eyes, then leaned back into the car to say goodbye to her dad.

"Have a good first day, Sammy." Jacob said, smiling at her.

Sam managed to return the smile, despite the swarm of butterflies suddenly doing tangos in her stomach. "Uhuh. I'll see you when I get home."

With that she straightened up, slamming the door shut and turning around. Keeping her eyes on the huge brick building in front of her she crossed the street and stepped up onto the front lawn of Cheyenne High School.

Sam took a few deep, calming breaths and looked around. It was almost exactly like any of the other high schools she'd been to, with groups of students swarming the front lawn, playing and arguing or just standing and staring at people. But there were some differences, sure…in the past most of the schools she'd gone to had been the richer, suburban and strictly white ones…As Sam looked around at the other students she saw a wider range of people than she was used to and it half intrigued her and half frightened her. But the intrigue definitely won out in the end.

Steeling herself, Sam threw her shoulders back and walked confidently up the front steps and into the building. The first bell obviously hadn't rung yet, so the halls were empty and she was able to get to the main office without any trouble. After waiting along the wall in the office for what felt like an hour, Sam was greeted by one of the guidance councilors who gave her her new schedule and some other rather mundane information about the school.

Halfway through first period Sam found herself walking to English with a late pass and the same swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

The teacher of the junior English class was a tall, graceful woman named Ms. Desala who gave Sam a kind smile and introduced her to the class. Sam glanced around at the others, laughing to herself when she saw that half of them didn't even seem to notice she'd walked in.

Ms. Desala seated Sam in the front row next to a boy with light brown hair and glasses. He'd been fiddling with a pencil and staring out the window, but turned and smiled at Sam as she sat down.

"So where'd you transfer from?" he asked, turning in his seat to face her.

"Washington D.C., actually. My dad's in the Air Force," she explained, leaning over to get some paper out of her backpack. "So they have to keep moving him around. This is way better than living on a base, but, like, this is the fourth high school I've been at."

"Oo." The boy winced sympathetically, then said, "I'm Daniel, by the way. Daniel Jackson."

"Samantha Carter," Sam said, then grinned slightly and shrugged. "Er, Sam."

The boy who was sitting behind her laughed quietly, and Sam turned, frowning at him.

"What?"

"Sam, huh?" He was fairly good looking, but Sam didn't like the look of the roguish grin on his face.

Sam narrowed her eyes, bristling slightly. "You got a problem with that?"

"Well…nah not really," the boy rested his chin in his hand. "Just, some people might get the wrong impression. You know, 'sam', short hair. They might think you're some sort of dy - "

"Oh, fuck off, Kowalski!" Daniel snapped, rolling his eyes. "Just because there's a pretty girl sitting in front of you finally doesn't mean you've gotta harass her."

Kowalksi sat up straighter in his chair, roguish grin immediately changing to a sneer. "Don't you be talking shit to me, Jackson. I don't care if you're dating the head cheerleader, you can't be telling me to fuck off…"

Daniel didn't seem phased in the least and merely grinned at Kowalski. "Oh, but you know Janet could beat your ass so…yeah I can." Both he and Sam turned back around, exchanging smirks. Daniel held out his hand. "Hey, lemme see your schedule…"

Sam was pleased that by the time the bell rang she was feeling a little less intimidated about the school. She and Daniel had different second hour classes, but Daniel said he'd see her again at lunch and they went their separate ways.

Sam went to advanced math next. She entered the room and was faced with a smaller group of what appeared to be mostly seniors. Wonderful.

Her math teacher, who also happened to be the football coach, was a balding, muscular man by the name of Hammond. After reading the note the guidance councilor had sent with Sam he gave her a tight smile and told her to take a seat anywhere. Sam took one of the empty sears in the front, doing her best to avoid anyone's gaze as she took out a notebook.

"O'Neill," Coach Hammond barked once the class had settled down and gotten their stuff out. Sam turned and saw that the was addressing a good looking boy with dark, chocolate brown eyes who was slouched in one of the seats in the back. "Why don't you put the first problem from the homework on the board?"

O'Neill stood up and sauntered to the board. Glancing at his notebook he copied the problem and his solution. Sam frowned at the problem for a moment, making a few, quick calculations in her own notebook. Hammond was just eyeing through O'Neill's work, saying that it looked good so far when Sam's hand flew into the air.

"Sir, it's wrong."

Hammond raised his eyebrows and gestured at the board. "Would you like to give it a try, Miss Carter?"

Biting her lip, Sam stood and walked up to the board. "Right here it says to take the absolute value of 'x', so…" she erased part of O'Neill's solution and rewrote it. "That changes the rest of this. It's not a sine function, it's cosine."

"I checked that like fifteen times!" O'Neill hissed from where he stood, halfway back to his desk. "How can it be wrong?"

Sam just shrugged and tapped the board. "You forgot the absolute value of X."

"Very good work, Miss Carter." Hammond said, nodding his approval before turning to the class. "I'm sure most of you probably didn't get that one correct, so be sure to copy this down."

Sam walked back to her seat, nervously sliding into it. A few moments later she felt something hit her in the side of the head and glanced down to see a balled up piece of paper on the floor. She turned to glare at whoever had thrown it and locked gazes with O'Neill.

"Geek!" he mouthed, glaring at her.

Right up there with sitting down for an exam you've never studied for was the experience of walking into the cafeteria of a new school for the very first time. Sam hated that part of going to a new school most of all. It was the overwhelming sensation of feeling like you're the only one who doesn't belong, the only one without a table to sit at. Each lunchroom has its own rules, its own code of conduct and Sam knew very well the consequences suffered by newcomers who didn't bother to figure out what that code was.

So here she was, standing in the doorway to the Cheyenne High cafeteria, clutching her lunch and nervously looking around to try and spot Daniel.

"Hey, you're Sam Carter, right?"

Turning, Sam found herself facing a stunningly pretty yet short girl with long auburn hair and wide brown eyes.

"Uh, yeah." Sam shifted nervously.

"Janet Fraiser," the girl grinned up at her. "I'm Daniel's girlfriend, he told me to look for you. Come on, you can sit with us." She took Sam by the arm and forcefully steered her across the lunchroom to a table where Daniel already sat, nose stuck in a book as he picked at the tray of food before him. A little ways down from him was a group of loudly chattering girls who, judging by the way they greeted Janet, were the rest of the cheerleaders. Janet sat down next to Daniel and Sam took a seat across from them.

"So," Daniel said, putting his book down and grinning at Sam. "How's your first day at Cheyenne High been?"

"C-house!" Janet chanted and Daniel elbowed her. They both giggled, though Daniel rolled his eyes.

Sam merely shrugged. "It's ok I guess. But, oh my gosh, there's this guy in my math class that must hang out with Kowalski or something…Jack O'Neill?"

"Oh, yeah," Daniel made a face. "He hangs out with Kowalski alright. They're like best friends."

"They're both on the football team," Janet explained. "And almost every girl in the entire school has a crush on Jack O'Neill…oh but if only his manners matched his looks."

"He is better than Kowalski, though, you have to admit…" Daniel said, slipping an arm around Janet's waist. "O'Neill just makes fun of people, he doesn't actually punch you in the face." Janet snorted at that.

Sam raised her eyebrows. "Did Kowalski punch you in the face?"

"Uhuh," Daniel nodded. "Freshman year. He broke my glasses too. That's when I figured out that being geeky probably wasn't the best course of action."

"O'Neill called me a geek today." Sam muttered.

"Really? Just ignore him, hun, he probably just likes you," Janet said. She leaned against Daniel.

Daniel laughed. "Aww, you made Sam blush."

"What?!" Janet rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe she doesn't need Jack O'Neill but she should have someone."

"Yeah!" Daniel grinned. "Sam, you should really try dating a cheerleader, it worked out great for me."

Sam narrowed her eyes. "Shut up."

"Daniel…?" Janet arched one eyebrow at Daniel.

"Oh…." Daniel shrugged. "Kowalski was just insinuating that…" he said the next part with an over exaggerated British accent, though Sam wasn't quite sure why, "Samantha was a homosexual."

Janet scowled. "You're mean," she said, then scooted closer and kissed Daniel. Sam looked awkwardly down at her lunch until she was sure they were done.

"So, Sam," Daniel said a minute later. "I think we've got History together after lunch. I have to warn you though, O'Neill and Kowalski are in that class."

Janet noticed the annoyed look on Sam's face and reached over to pat her arm comfortingly. "You'll be fine, don't worry."

Janet was right, of course. Walking with Daniel up to the history classroom, Sam was feeling even more like she belonged. O'Neill shot her an annoyed look as she walked into the room, but she shot him one back and that was the extent of their interaction for the entire hour.

"Hey! Sam, over here!"

Buffeted from side to side by the flow of students streaming out of the building and onto the front lawn, Sam was barely able to push her way over to where Janet and Daniel were standing near the gate to the parking lot. There was a small, brown haired girl standing next to Janet, clutching her books to her chest. Her resemblance to Janet made Sam quite sure that she was probably Janet's sister, or cousin at the very least.

"Want a ride home?" Janet asked, dangling her car keys in front of Sam's face. "It really beats taking the bus, trust me."

"Sure," Sam said. "I mean, if it isn't out of the way for you."

"You said Highland, right?" Janet said and Sam nodded. "That's pretty much on my way, so no problemo. This is my little sister Cassie, by the way. Cassie, this is Sam." The girl smiled shyly at Sam over the top of her books and said nothing.

A minute later Sam was sitting in the back seat of Janet's car next to Cassie. She was laughing and talking with Janet and Daniel about her day and was almost sad to say goodbye when they pulled up in front of her house.

"Whoo…is that seriously where you live?" Janet asked, eyes widening as she leaned around Daniel to look out the window at Sam's house.

Sam looked up at it as well, making a face. "Yeah, I think it's way too big."

"No no no, honey, you have to tell me when you're dad's out of town for a weekend." Janet turned to grin at Sam. "We could have such a kick ass party…"

"Are you kidding?! My dad's a general in the Air Force. He would kill me."

Janet laughed. "Ok ok."

"Anyway, I'll see you guys tomorrow," Sam said, getting out of the car.

"Yeah, bye Sam!" Janet and Daniel chorused.

Sam trotted up the front walk and into the house, finding her father waiting for her in the living room. Most of their furniture was set up, but the stacks of boxes sitting everywhere only pronounced the fact that they weren't quite settled in yet.

"You're home earlier than I'd thought," her father said, closing the binder he'd been writing in as Sam rushed over to give him a hug.

"Uhuh, I got a ride home."

"Making friends already?" Jacob smiled at his daughter.

Sam nodded, grinning as she leaned against the archway that led into the room. "Yeah. Did Mark call today?"

"No he didn't," Jacob shook his head as he got to his feet. "You should try emailing him. It could be that he's going through one of those phases and just doesn't want to talk to me."

Sam nodded, sighing heavily. She turned and ran up the stairs and to her room, closing the door behind her. After her mother's death two years ago her brother Mark, who was now a junior in college, had spoken very little with Sam, and even less with their father. It had seemed that while Sam had managed to forgive their father and stop blaming him for their mother's death, her older brother hadn't.

Dropping her backpack on the floor amidst the still unpacked boxes of her own belongings, Sam lay down on her bed and smiled a little to herself. Aside from Mark things didn't seem to be going too bad, she'd already made friends and Cheyenne High was definitely a change from the schools she was used to going to…maybe everything was actually starting to look up for a change.

The next morning in front of the school Sam met up with a very groggy looking Daniel and an already peppy Janet. They were sitting on a bench under some trees, and Daniel was sipping from a thermos of coffee while Janet fixed her makeup in the mirror of her compact. Sam squeezed onto the bench next to Janet, running a hand through her own hair and feeling slightly diminished.

A sudden commotion from the other side of the lawn caused everyone to stop what they were doing and look up. Janet got to her feet, swearing softly under her breath. Sam got up as well and from where she stood could see a group of four boys that appeared to be pushing a fifth to the ground. They were on the main walkway and even from her distance Sam could see that the four had the same strange symbol tattooed on the side of their neck.

"Who are they?" Sam asked Janet, watching as some security guards rushed out of the school to break up the fight.

"They're System Lords," Janet explained as everyone went back to what they were doing. "It's this gang…huge, I swear and really bad."

"There's some kids here that are pretty high up in it too," Daniel said. "It's really dumb, their 'thing' is they take these nicknames that are the names of ancient gods. Like…who are those guys?"

"Anubis…" Janet said, rolling her eyes. "Baal…what's his name? Moloch. It's stupid. They think they're cool because everyone's terrified of them."

Sam nodded, biting her lip. She watched as the security guards pulled the four guys apart and escorted them into the building. Her schools in the past had never had a problem with gangs before. Her father had always tried to be as careful as possible and get her into only the best schools, but this time it had been on such short notice, and the year had already started, so none of the better schools had been able to take her.

Oh well. Sam thought as the bell rang and everyone stood up to file into the building. I guess there's a first time for everything.