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Matt Dixon had known about Katie's "special" abilities ever since they were all in daycare together. The little girl had always trusted Matt, Janet, and Caleb, and they were the only ones who ever saw her dance her crayons around the craft table without even touching them, and they were the only ones who played, "tell me what I'm thinking," with her.

It had been so much fun and magical back then. They were all quite young, still believing in magic and fairies and Santa Claus. Matt never questioned how she did what she did, he only rejoiced in the fun of it all.

Caleb, on the other hand, was intrigued by what Katie could do. He would spend hours researching anything he could find about telekinesis and telepathy. When Matt was around ten, he actually asked his brother what he had found out about Katie's abilities, and Caleb had told him that humans only used a small percentage of their brains, and that many people believe that those who are telekinetic or telepathic use those parts of the brain that are normally dormant.

Matt, at the time, never really understood what his brother was saying, but he had always looked up to his brother and figured that Caleb was probably right and, somehow, Katie was able to use more of her brain than normal people. And, he was perfectly okay with that as long as she kept doing her really cool tricks and keeping him well entertained.

Unfortunately, right after Katie's mom went MIA, she stopped entertaining them. At first, she told them all that she no longer could, but Matt didn't believe her one bit. He would test her by saying something totally mean in his head, and when he saw her face flush and her eyes dart to him in anger, he knew for a fact that she could still read his mind, but she still was adamant that she no longer could.

By the time the girls joined him in junior high, he found himself somewhat distant from them. Katie and Janet had grown even closer in the year he had moved out of their school, and as they were all too old for daycare, he had hardly ever seen them in his seventh grade year. They were still friendly, and his group of friends didn't see anything wrong with hanging out with seventh graders, so as the year progressed, the three of them became well-acquainted once again.

However, he found to his own disappointment, that when he would try his old trick of thinking something mean in front of Katie to get a reaction from her, that it no longer worked. She would carry on as if she didn't hear a word he was thinking, and he finally admitted to himself that she had really lost her "special" abilities.

So, now that Katie had finally admitted that she had not lost her abilities, Matt was like a little kid again. It had been over a month since she and Janet had let him in on their knowledge about Colonel O'Neill, and in that time, Matt was, once again, enjoying his immense entertainment in the form of Katie.

"Come on, Katie! Just one more time, please!" Matt whined from his spot on top of the picnic table in the local park.

"Matt, do you have any idea how bad it would look if someone saw it?" Katie chastised from her position in the grass a few yards away.

"Oh, it's practically dark, no one is around. Please! Just one more time?" Matt begged, batting his eyelashes playfully at his friend.

Janet snorted from opposite Katie in amusement, and Katie sighed in defeat. "This is it, Dixon, I'm not doing it again!"

Matt ignored Katie's angry pitch and grinned a huge, open-mouthed, all teeth-showing smile back at her, practically bouncing in his seat in anticipation.

Without Katie so much as looking up, the swings on the nearby swingset started rocking back and forth, slowly at first, but then easily picking up speed until they were very close to looping over the top bar of the swingset.

Matt's eyes danced with amazement at the scene, never getting old of seeing it. Then, on cue, the sand in the sandbox only feet from Matt started swirling around like a tornado, small sand clouds quickly forming and soon blocked the fast-swirling sand storm from sight.

"Come on, come on," Matt sang in excitement. "Do the thing with the teeter-totter! No one's watching!"

Unfortunately, unknown to the three teens, someone WAS watching the scene taking place. He was dressed in black and carefully hiding behind a hedge far enough away not to be noticed, yet close enough to hear the teens conversing easily.

He was gleefully watching everything in sight, every so often, jotting notes down in the small pad of paper he had clutched in his hand. This was good! This was so very good. His superiors would be so proud!

"What the hell are you doing, Katie?" came roaring out of nowhere, and immediately the swings stopped their dance, the sand dropped like heavy rocks back into the sandbox, and the teeter-totter did one more totter before freezing in its place.

'Caleb Dixon, damn!' thought the man in the bushes. It was obvious from the angry look on the man's face that the young cadet was all too well-aware of this new interesting information about the beautiful Katelyn Shanahan.

The angry man stormed over to Katie, his face red in obvious rage. "Are you crazy? What in your right mind would make you do that, here, in public, for God's sake? I thought you were smarter than that!"

Katie, her own eyes clouding in fury, stood up to match Caleb's irate stance. "Oh, get over yourself, Dixon! There's no one else around and we all know it!"

Caleb scowled and took another towering step towards Katie, he grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her closer to him. "You have no idea who could be watching you, Katie," he hissed in her ear.

"Lay off her, Caleb, she only did it because I kept pestering her," Matt cut in to Katie's defense.

Caleb rounded on his younger brother, his eyes flashing with barely constrained rage. "That figures, Matt! You just can't grow up, can you?" he barked at his sibling.

Matt frowned at his brother in surprise and hurt. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You always want to play! You always want to be entertained! Did you even think of the consequences if someone would have seen what she was doing?"

"Chill out, Caleb!" Matt replied in a hurt voice. "No one did, and even if they did, they wouldn't have any proof that it was her."

Caleb growled and stalked towards his brother, his wrath on full display. "Do you think they need proof? They'll take her away and ask questions later! What the hell do you think they'd do once they discovered what she could do? Did you ever think of that? Did you ever think of what a simple brain scan could confirm, you moron?"

Matt's eyes widened in shock, never even considering the tests that could be run on his close friend. Caleb read his expression easily, and his hard gaze softened slightly, but the edge was still in his voice as he answered his own question. "No, I thought not!"

One look at the saddened expression on Matt's face, and Katie immediately felt sorry for her friend. She wanted to get Caleb's anger off of his brother, so she approached Caleb from behind and placed her hand around his waist, effectively drawing his attention away from Matt. "That's enough, Caleb," she told him softly, her voice laced with affection that Matt and Janet rarely heard directed at Caleb.

The tone of her voice was not lost on Caleb, and some of the tension melted away from her simple touch on his waist. He turned around, his arms encircling her and pulling her to him. Damn it! He had been scared to death when he came upon Katie's show, so many bad thoughts running through his mind if she had been caught. He needed her touch, her warmth, and damn it, he didn't care if his brother and Janet were watching!

He held the back of her head with his hand and nuzzled his face deep in her sweet-smelling hair. "Promise me you won't do that again in public, please," he brokenly begged in her ear.

He heard her sniffle and nod into his neck, and that was good enough for Caleb.

The man in the bushes smiled in triumph. This was better than he could believe! Not only did he just discover the find of the century, but he could bring down the Dixon family as well, especially that stuck-up, goody two-shoes, Caleb! Yes, this was the greatest news in the world. Oh, he couldn't wait to tell his father!

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The intel on Ba'al had led Jack, the current SG-1, and SG-3, to a remote planet on the outskirts of the galaxy. Dave had given them forty-eight hours to either confirm or deny the intel, and at forty hours, Jack had sent back SG-3 to request more time.

It appeared that a giant new-age fortress had recently been erected on the planet, yet its new occupants had yet to arrive. The SGC members were guessing this fortress belonged to Ba'al and he would surely come to see it before much longer.

Dixon had given them the go-ahead, ordering them to check in every twelve hours, and the men set up observation posts to keep an eye on any comings and goings in the structure.

After a week on the planet, Jack was starting to give up hope on Ba'al arriving. They were contemplating packing up and leaving behind some surveillance equipment just in case he did finally arrive, when a blast sounded off only meters away from them.

Jaffa came out of nowhere and surrounded the SGC members, and Jack rubbed his hands over his eyes in irritation. How the hell did they get snuck up on?

Jack stood in the center of the SG teams, his annoyance and sarcasm all warmed up and ready to go on the first prime or goa'uld, whichever decided to grace Jack with his speech this time.

Jack knew that the intel reported that the goa'uld would be Ba'al. Jack knew that Ba'al had taken over Carter's body some ten years ago, and Jack knew that the next time he saw Ba'al, it wouldn't be in that cocky, suave body of a man, but in the loving, beautiful body of his former second-in-command.

However, even knowing all of this, Jack was still struck dumb when he was met face-to-face with Ba'al/Colonel Samantha Carter.

He also didn't fail to notice the look of shock on Ba'al's face as well. Of course, the look only lasted a brief second, and then the normal, goa'uld scowl quickly took back over.

"Well, well, well," Ba'al's goa'uld voice floated laughingly out of Carter's mouth. "Look who we have here. If it isn't the great Jack O'Neill, returned to the land of the living. Tell me, sssiiiirrrrr," Ba'al purred the last word, looking teasingly at Jack in spitefulness. "How did they finally figure out how to remove the ancient download? That annoying puzzle stumped even your genius Carter. She still thinks about it from time-to-time. Between you and I, I think she really needs to learn how to let things go."

Jack only smirked at the goa'uld before him, his sarcasm soaring to the forefront like it often did during threats of danger. "Ba'al, I must say, you are looking so much better since the last time I saw you."

Ba'al's eyes flashed and a scowl took over his face before he forced it into an evil grin. "Yes, I thought you would approve, O'Neill. After all, your lust for your subordinate was so blatantly obvious to everyone."

Jack sneered at the goa'uld, his menacing frame taking a step closer to the smaller figure in front of him. "I'm going to take great pleasure in removing your slimy snake-ass from Carter and then breaking your neck with my bare hands."

Ba'al smiled, and for a half a second, Jack thought he saw Carter smiling back at him. "Is that a threat, colonel?"

Jack cocked his head, but did not reply to the goa'uld, instead he took a different tactic. He searched Carter's eyes, looking for any sign of the woman he loved. "Carter, I swear to you, I'm going to get him out of there. I swear I'm going to get you home to Katie. You have to help me, Sam. You have to fight him."

Jack couldn't distinguish the look of confusion and horror that crossed Carter's face. He had no idea what to make of it. He just stood there, staring at her, her facial expressions changing like a cloud in the wind. What the hell was going on in that body of hers?

Sam fought with everything she had to push Ba'al away from her memories, but it was a fruitless attempt. She had forced all thoughts and memories of her daughter out of her mind in order to keep her safe when Ba'al had taken over her body. She knew if Ba'al learned of Katie that her life would be in grave danger, and Sam would do anything she could to keep her daughter safe.

But, at the surprise of seeing Colonel O'Neill, and then the sudden name of their daughter coming off his tongue, Sam's memories came flooding back and Ba'al happily took in everything that was flashing in Sam's mind. This was not good! This was not good! This was so very, very bad!

Jack just continued to stare at her, his mouth slightly ajar as her face finally stopped flashing from one expression to another and settled on an over-the-top jubilant look. Her eyes danced in intense pleasure and a large smile took over her pretty face.

"Come Jaffa," she purred. "We have more pressing matters to attend to."

And with that, she turned and walked away. One jaffa butted Teal'c in the back with his staff weapon before joining the entourage back to their ship, but other than that, they all left the men at peace.

At peace in body, but most definitely not in mind.

The men worked their way back to the stargate, the image of Ba'al's evilly ecstatic look on Carter's face haunting Jack the whole way.

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Katie was walking out of her last class of the day, when she was practically bowled over by a voice in her head. A voice she had not heard in ten years……

"Run baby! He's coming for you, and I can't stop him! Run!"

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a/n: I wasn't going to update this until Monday, since whenever I update on Friday, I only get about half the normal amount of reviews. (What? It's like pay for me, alright!) But, my gentle, loving heart just knew you were all itching for an update since its been awhile, so I decided to give in and update today. However, it would be so great if you could all prove me wrong about my theory of no one reviewing on Friday, that would just make my day. (Wink, wink.) And, of course, I'll be more willing to update again on Monday!

Yes, Ax, I know what I am, and I don't care!!