Hello dears, second chap is here and ready for you! At the moment I've written up to 7, but I seem to have gotten stuck; I should have that sorted by the time we get there, though, so don't worry.

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Here's the second installment, dears, and it's for you three.

Chapter 2
In which a professional gets help from a teen, a different professional loses her cool, a doctor gets annoyed and someone does some sneaking.

Dr. Davis closed the library door with a snap, a scowl marring her lovely features; she really didn't know why Dr. Jackson put up with the irritating teen, always letting her hang about or taking time out of his busy schedule to teach her Czech or Russian or some other inane modern language that had no bearing on their work.

Shaking the feeling off somewhat, she plastered a smile on her face and turned back into the room.

"Sorry about the interruption, Dr. Jackson," she said apologetically, settling back down to her notes - a large stack of Goa'uld-to-Egyptian-to-English translations.

"Oh, it's fine. I asked Victoria asked her to give me these last night," he replied, flipping through the folder with a grimace. "She wasn't kidding when she said these were a mess…"

The blonde shot him a sharp look. "She unloaded her work on you?"

"No, not really," he said, glancing up at her over his glasses. "Considering it was my work to begin with, she was actually quite helpful."

Davis pursed her lips but remained silent, returning to her work without another word.

When 1230 finally rolled around and Daniel, shockingly enough, was nowhere to be found, Victoria did a quick sweep of the base only to find him exactly where she had left him; Linguistics Library on level 18.

After another shower to was the most recent round of Jell-O off (blue raspberry this time), Victoria made her was back to the Hall of Language Dorks, kindof really hoping Dr. Davis wasn't there.

She knocked and let herself in a second later when she got no answer. The teen looked around, violet eyes scanning the room, pausing when she found her boss-man. In the exact position she had left him in. Mostly.

Well his glasses were on his head now and there were different incredibly thick tomes surrounding him, but that didn't count.

"Dobrý den, doktor Jackson," she said just loud enough for him to hear her as she leaned against a bookshelf.

He jumped slightly, as he usually did, and looked up, squinting at the green-ish blur. "Victoria."

She smiled and nodded as the glasses came down, squelching the thought of how cute he looked without them. "The one and only."

The linguist smiled at her before recalling her earlier words; the grin fell away as he checked his watch: 1243.

"I'm sorry, Victoria. I got-" he began.

"Caught up in…fill in the blank," she finished with a smile. "It's fine, Daniel. If you remember correctly, I said I would be here around 1245 when you forgot."

He chuckled slightly, cheeks colouring, and she vaulted over the desk, landing on his head as a small monkey before sliding to his shoulder and peering at his papers.

Whatcha workin' on, anywho?

"The Sumerian scripts you gave me earlier." Used to her antics, he simply brought up his own scribbling on the work. "I can see why you were having trouble; it's an abstract dialect that I had to route through Hebrew."

The primate dropped to the desk, looking through the sheets and nodding.

Oh, I see it. I don't know much Hebrew.

"That's probably why you were having trouble with it," Daniel replied, lifting his Sharpie to continue, only to have it yanked from his hand, the purple Capuchin clutching it in her tail and scampering up the nearest bookshelf.

Nuh huh, doc. You owe me a lunch date, remember?

He stared for a moment, not really sure if he should be irritated or amused, before settling on the latter, closing the nearest book with the pictures and translations stuck in to keep the page.

"You're right."

The monkey squinted, climbing down and perching on the edge of the desk for a moment. Daniel blinked and the green teen was back, Sharpie in hand and still squinting.

"Who are you and what have you done with Dr. Daniel Jackson," she asked suspiciously.

The archeologist blinked.

"When have you ever given up that easily?"

His stomach growled loudly and he offered a sheepish grin. The teen raised a brow.

"That explains it." She shot him an accusing look. "You didn't eat breakfast, did you?"

Daniel didn't get a chance to answer as the green girl seized his hand and dragged him out of the library, fully intent on shoving a three course meal down his throat.

Natalie glowered as Dr. Jackson and their…guest went by, the former laughing good-naturedly as he was hauled past. She sniffed derisively before continuing to her office.

For the life of her, the doctor could truly not understand why the teen was tolerated; she was obnoxious, she was loud, she incited the least professional behavior in the military personnel, especially Colonel O'Neill.

The linguist shouldered her way into her cramped office, dropping her mound of papers on the desk and shutting the door. Honestly, it was sickening the way the base's second in command ran about like a pre-pubescent with water pistols and balloons filled with Jell-O and whipped cream.

She glanced at the tiny wall, where her two doctorates hung, showing off to, well…the maintenance guy. No-one came into her office, no-one ever needed to. She wasn't important enough.

Dr. Davis stared at them, the usual feeling of pride she associated absent. Now, they just represented nearly a third of her life, boiled down to two sheets of paper. A third or her life gone, only so she could be bumped off by some stupid, green, vegetable of a teenager.

Emerald skin, both surrounding and surrounded by amethyst came to mind and one of the panes of glass shattered, the paperweight that struck it falling to the cabinet and bouncing behind out of sight.

"So, really, all you really have to do is apply the Middle-Hebrew rules of grammar to the script, mix in some early Greek and it becomes almost legible," Daniel said around a mouthful of chicken, the dual incentives of ravenousness and excitement clashing.

Victoria sat across from him, somewhat astounded that a person could breathe while ingesting three platefuls of teriyaki chicken with mashed potatoes and explaining the intricacies of an alien language. She smiled, chewing on her ravioli and absorbing the doctor's teachings, a part of her almost regretting bringing up the project.

The archeologist paused long enough to put his fork down, taking a glance around the room; he and the teen were the only ones left in the commissary, the lunch crowd having left forty some-odd minuets ago. He turned back to his grinning companion.

"I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

She feigned innocence. "Doing what?"

"Boring you with very long and detailed explanations that pertain to almost nothing."

"Oh, quite the contrary, I found it fascinating." She lifted her mug of juice, bringing it up before pausing. "The rest of the base may not have found it as such." The teen quickly knocked the container back, trying to hide her widening grin as a pea was flicked at her.

"Alright, I get the hint. You choose the topic," Daniel shot back, leaning back in his chair and relaxing.

She opened her mouth to respond, only to be cut off by the door opening and the base's CMO striding in.

"Oh jeeze, what did I do this time?" the changeling muttered, avoiding the archeologist's amused glance.

Janet heard her and quickly moved to their table, offering a nod to Daniel in greeting.

"You missed your appointment with me this morning, Victoria," the doctor chastised, crossing her arms.

The teen looked sheepish. "Oh yeah…That was today, wasn't it?"

"Mhmm. Major Ferreti was kind enough to explain why you missed it." She raised an accusing brow.

Victoria muttered a rather unkind phrase in Latin, earning a snort of concealed laughter from her boss and a minute quirk of lip from the healer.

"Can you take me tomorrow afternoon, Janet?" the teen asked. Dr. Frasier leveled a look at her. "I'm saving you work by forcing Daniel into a semi-normal routine of food and rest!" she protested, gesturing at the geek in front of her.

Daniel opened his mouth to protest, only to be cut off by the petite woman.

"That is true… Alright. Tomorrow at 1300 hours, be in my office." With that, she turned, leaving the mess hall and the nerds.

Several moments passed before the scientist turned to the changeling. "'Saving her work'?"

Victoria offered an accusatory glance, leaning over the table.

"Admit it, before I came along, you were sucking down coffee and aspirin like nobody's business, then getting treated for it by Dr. Frasier."

He couldn't really argue the point, so he covered by taking a large bite of pie and mumbling a "Maybe" around it.

She snickered at her victory and stood. "I'd go easy on that if I were you. You're coming with me to the gym after we're done."

The archeologist nearly choked on the pastry as the teen sauntered away, placing her dishes in the designated bin.

He gulped, looking around to be sure his surroundings where clear before sneaking through the door; if he had timed this right, it would be another eight minutes before the duty nurse made her way back to the office, giving him more than enough time to grab the girl's file and get out.

The small room was empty, as he predicted, and he quickly began opening drawers, searching for the correct one; he didn't know her last name, that particular bit of information never quite filtering to him, so he was forced to go through every file, checking each 'Victoria' the base had in hopes of finding her quickly.

By the time he reached the 'L's' he had begun to worry, his innards clenching as he found the fourth Victoria the base employed. A sigh of relief left him as he read through the first page, finding the hair and skin colour that matched the target.

This brief respite was broken as the sound of someone approaching reached his ears and he slammed the drawer shut, crouching down to avoid detection.

The click of heels entered the room, circling the shelves and he silently crept around, sneaking out as the occupant began to search for their own files.