AN: Since the original one-shot was written completely in O'Neill's POV, not everything was as clear as it could have been. As an added bonus, I forgot that inhibitor collars are just a DC thing. (I've been working on a Young Justice/Danny Phantom crossover and I blame that.)

Also, pretty much every single reviewer has asked for more and I'm a huge push-over.

In case you don't remember from last chapter, Tom Fine is a pseudonym Tucker uses. O'Neill thinks Fine works for Area 51. This takes place before the first chapter.

The Other Side of the Moon

Colonel Tom Fine.

The name wasn't familiar, but Agent L didn't expect it to be.

The white-clad agent looked down at the e-mail. Even as the GIW had carved themselves a place in Area 51, it was rare for them to be contacted by a member of Stargate Command. Even when they worked closely, the GIW didn't get the respect they deserved. Sometimes he suspected they didn't even know how big a threat the ectoplasmic entities posed.

He frowned as he read the odd e-mail. It was a request to borrow GIW property.

Normally, Agent L would feel justified at shutting down the request without even reading it... but something in the wording stopped him. There was some level of respect there, the mail was positively peppered with it. Besides, this was SGC. They protected humanity from alien threats, just like the GIW protected them from ghost scum. Maybe this Colonel Fine understood that much, even when his colleagues didn't.

Agent L nodded to himself, that would explain it.

Looking closer, Agent L found the reason for the request.

A smile worked its way to his lips. Nobody would call it a nice smile. His lips thinned and he bared his teeth in a way reminiscent of a predator spotting prey.

The request was made so that Stargate personnel could get more experience dissecting alien life-forms.

Something like that, he could grant... Provided the GIW got their property back at the end of it. He'd need to provide instructions on how to patch Phantom up when they were done with the ghost. It wouldn't do for their one live specimen to lose its uniqueness.

Agent L leaned back in his chair as he started formulating his reply.

"Don't be fooled by its human appearance", he wrote. "Any empathy you may feel for it is wasted, as it cannot return the emotion."

That was the most important thing.

He quickly typed down the second most important one.

"Its collar, henceforth the Plasmius Maximus 2.0, is a delicate piece of machinery and must not be tampered with under any circumstances. I hope you understand that, as such, you cannot dissect the ghost's vocal chords."

It was a shame, really. Phantom had such interesting vocal chords, as evident by his strongest attack. However, it was to keep him from using things like his Ghostly Wail that the collar had been created. Agent L wasn't sure of where the original blueprints had come from, but their modified version had been the pet-project of a scientist he'd worked with once.

"I will require that a GIW agent accompanies the specimen at all times, for your safety."

After adding anything else he could think of, even going so far as to take up his rulebook and leafing through it for inspiration, Agent L sent the e-mail.

It felt strangely satisfying.

The next day, Agent L sat down in his office and opened his e-mail. He wasn't expecting a reply so soon, but it didn't hurt to check.

Agent L was pleasantly surprised to find a new mail from Colonel Fine.

The language was to the point, military-like. Agent L found himself liking the Colonel more and more.

His appreciation disappeared as he finished reading.

"We cannot allow non-SGC personnel on-base. You do not have the clearance."

Agent L snapped the pen he'd been holding, staining his hands with blue ink.

For a moment he panicked, trying to keep the liquid away from his suit. A napkin found its way into his hands and he meticulously scrubbed at the stains.

He exhaled slowly as he confirmed that his suit remained pristinely white.

Agent L allowed himself a second's pause to calm himself before re-reading the e-mail.

As he looked at it with fresh eyes, he could tell that the tone was apologetic. Colonel Fine understood that it was a fundamentally stupid request, but was as strangled by the red tape as any government agent.

Agent L thought about it. His half-finished rejection died in his mind before he could type it out.

He'd trust Colonel Fine to follow his instructions.

AN: Tucker uses flattery, it's super effective.