Sorry I haven't been writing in a while . There's been soccer and stuff and I've been kinda busy and today I have nothing to do! Actually... I have some chores... but those can wait !

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"Kirsten, are you sure you can go through this?" Dr. Fraiser asked as they walked slowly down the grey halls.

"Yes, Fraiser, I can do this! I've gone through worse... I think... get it? Re...mem...ber..." The look that Fraiser had on her face wasn't a smile.

"Kirsten..." She warned.

"Come on! I've just trying to be positive. Anyway, how bad can the psyche test thing be anyway?" Fraiser didn't give her an answer until she was sure what she was going to tell Kirsten sounded good in her head.

"Well, they are going to ask a lot of questions. And whatever they say goes. If they say you can't go on missions anymore well, we're going to have to believe them." Kirsten's thoughtful look turned into one of question.

"Where are they going to test me?"

"In General Hammond's office. But before that, do you think you can eat something? It would help." Suddenly, Kirsten's stomach lurched. Food? Now? The girl sucked it up and agreed.

"Sure." As they approached the eating room, the voices of SG-1 were heard quite clearly.

"I still think we should get her a scratching post for her birthday! She'd laugh, right?"

"Jack, even if I could remember my birthday, and I don't, I'd rather have a root canal than a scratching post." She sat down next to the Colonel.

"Ah Doctor, what's the word?" Jack smiled.

"Well, she's well enough to eat and walk on her own. Would all of you escort her to General Hammond's office after she eats?"

"Why?" Sam asked before Fraiser could finish.

"Well, her brain scans did show that Bastet was in the back of her mind. She still needs a psyche test just to make sure. If she passes that, then she can go on the mission with you guys tomorrow." Fraiser smiled then left to do other doctory things.

"Sister, are you feeling well?" Kirsten guessed that was just his special way of saying hello.

"Fantastic! I'm just glad I don't have to eat that nasty hospital food. The carrots hardly resembled what they were suppose to be."

"What?" Jack asked prodding her.

"Potatoes."

"We're glad to have you back Kirsten." And there's Sam's special way of saying hello.

"Doesn't anyone just say hello anymore? I mean come on this isn't a daytime soap opera..."

"Hello!" Daniel and Jack greeted at the same time. They laughed for a second before Teal'c asked a question.

"Can you still transform?" Kirsten cocked her head to the side.

"Well... I don't know... I can't do it now. I'm wearing clothes that can't expand. Plus I don't think anyone else would like to see a cat girl walking around right after Bastet attacked. Now, if you excuse me, that bowl of Fruit Loops over there is just dying to be eaten!" As she walked away from the group they huddled closer together to talk in a whisper.

"Well, she seems okay... right?" Jack wasn't sure if there was such thing as a normal Kirsten.

"My Sister seems to be back in perfect health."

"What should we give her for her birthday?" Daniel suddenly changed the subject. The rest of the group understood right when Kirsten sat down.

"What is normal anyway?" She closed her eyes and took a bite of her cereal.

"How did you know..." Jack looked up to see black cat ears poking through her wavy, thick brown hair.

"That's unfair..." the group continued to talk about many other things. Kirsten hardly heard a word.

' Has Fruit Loops always tasted this bad? And since when did my stomach hate food so much?' As her mind trailed off, the only movement in her body was the slow steady rising in her chest.

Her mind wandered even further. That dream... I keep having the same dream. Why? Is someone warning me? Is that going to really happen?

"Kirsten!" Sam called out for the third time. Kirsten jumped at the sound of her name and looked up from her mutilated bowl of Fruit Loops. The girl's normal dark blue eyes scanned the group. They didn't look too happy.

"Did I miss a funny joke?" she really did try to make her voice sound normal, but it sounded small and meek.

"Kirsten, are you sure you are up to the test? I mean you did just get out of the infirmary. Maybe I should call Dr. Fraiser and—"

"No! No Sam really it's okay. Oh no! Look at the time! I need to get to General Hammond's office for the test. We better go now." They all stood to leave. Just as they left, Kirsten looked back to her bowl of mashed Fruit Loops, still thinking.


"I'm glad to see you feeling so much better, Kirsten. SG-1, could you please wait in the briefing room where Daniel Jackson and Major Carter will fill you in on the new planet."

"Well, let's get this over with." She sat down in a plush chair in front of General Hammond's wooden desk.

"The men who are going to ask you questions are coming in a bit. I'd love to stay with you, but I have to be in the briefing with SG-1. You understand why right?" Kirsten simply nodded her head and watched the General leave his office.

She then noticed how scary things were in his office. Kirsten didn't want to admit it, but being alone really scares her. She was relieved for a second to hear the door open, but then realized that the men looked kinda scary. They had those white lab coats and both of them had big brief cases.

The taller of the two had black short hair and had a hard etched face. The other one had a light brown hair that oddly reminded Kirsten of Daniel when he had longer hair. He had square, black rimmed glasses and had a chubby face.

"Hello, Kirsten." The short one greeted. His voice was calm and soothing." We have a list of questions we would like you to answer. This won't take long." Numbed with fear, the girl nodded and readied herself for the questionnaire.

"Colonel! Are you paying attention?" Sam screamed. Jack jumped and turned his glaze form Kirsten to Sam.

"Yea right. Trees got it." Sam sighed.

"My Sister seems to be very uncomfortable." Teal'c noticed. He had snuck a few glances through the clear glass that separated the briefing room from General Hammond's office.

"Yea I noticed that..." Jack trailed off.

As they all watched the nervous Kirsten through the clear glass, her head turned with a look of question. She smiled sadly before she turned her head suddenly. It seemed as though the dark haired man called her attention. His mouth moved and she nodded her head. The shorter light haired man asked her something and she shook her head.

" I think we got her in trouble. I believe we should continue. Anyway, this planet seems to have strange—"


"So, what is your relationship with the SG-1?" the short man asked with a pleasant voice.

"They all treat me very nice. They're like a family to me."

"Do you remember your family?"

"No."

"Nothing?"

"Yes." Then the tall man asked something.

"Do they talk to you much, Kirsten? Do they treat you okay?" The man's gruff voice made Kirsten not want to answer. But if she didn't pass this test, then she can't go on missions with SG-1 and make sure everything happens like it did in the show.

She began to show signs of nervousness. Her slender fingers started to fumble with the zipper of a jacket she was wearing. Her eyes were darting and both of the men were sure that if she kept on biting her bottom lip like that it would start bleeding.

"Kirsten, answer the question."

"I-I already told you they treat me just fine." The tall man narrowed his eyes.

"Don't lie to us. We hold the key to your fate in our hands." The girl was tempted to punch that man in the face and walk out of there like she had done nothing wrong.

"Fine! They barely talk to me at all. I'm fine with that, though. What they are doing here is very important and Stargate Command cannot afford me getting in the way and messing everything up. Sam is always in the lab figuring out naquada somethings, Daniel is translating very important things, Jack is writing reports about everything and Teal'c needs to Kel No Reem or else him and Junior will die. So you see, the SGC barely has room for me." She sighed at the end of her sentence, very glad that she could tell the truth and not let Jack, Daniel, Sam, and Teal'c find out.

A/N: Wow... I can rhyme... sweet! Okay well this paragraph above this is very important. Se keep paying attention to what Kirsten says and her dreams. They may tell you the future... or a funny story. Whichever .

"Is this how you really feel?" the short man asked in an even softer voice than before.

"Yes... sometimes... I wonder why I was dumped here. There are times I love it here. Like meeting the people in the show... except this is real. But then I think I'm just a liability. What if I get captured? And someone gets hurt trying to get me back. Then I remind myself that I'm here to help. And SG-1 and the SGC need all the help they can get."


"As you can see here, there seems to be a civilization off in the distance. We haven't gotten visual confirmation of any human or intelligent life but from the looks—"

"Excuse me, but our questioning is finished. All we have to do is write up a report and it will be in your hands in a few hours. Is there anywhere we can work?" The two men in lab coats and Kirsten calmly walked through the door just as Sam was explaining a picture that was on a screen.

"Ah yes thank you." Hammond stood to shake the two men's hands," Corporal Jonsan will show a room where you can work." Just before they left, the short man whispered something to Kirsten, hugged her lightly, and then followed his friend and Corporal Jonsan.

"So how was the test? Hard?" Jack tried to lighten the mood.

"Horribly hard," she said in the most sarcastic voice she could muster," I didn't get a chance to finish the math section and I couldn't remember the name of the era in Japan when Japan was being industrialized from the West. Horrible I tell you horrible!" She sat down tiredly in the soft black chair next to Teal'c.

"Kirsten, would you like to rest? I can send the report down later so you can rest before the mission tomorrow." Hammond suggested. She sighed with a smile.

"Sleep... that sounds pretty good! Don't you guys have too much fun without me." She slowly got out of her chair and treaded off.

"Get well soon, Sister..." Teal'c whispered before turning his attention to the rest of Major Carter's presentation.


Darkness. Nothing. She stood surrounded by huge black masses that seemed to consist of molasses. Their demon red eyes stared her down with hate and disgust. In a flash she ran with all her might. Right. Left. Right. There seemed to be no end to the bland grey halls. After running for what seemed forever, she finally ran into a dead end. No sound came as she screamed as loud as she could muster.

She turned to find the black masses swarming around her. Just as they were going to attack, a white light bursted from the ceiling. Just before the new surroundings came into focus, she saw a face. Pitch black eyes and clammy grey skin. Who are you? Her voice echoed inside her own dreams. Before it could answer, everything came into focus.

The new surroundings looked familiar. The Gate room? She thought amazed. One second she was running from the darkness and the next she was in the Gate room. Another flash of white caught her attention. She turned to see Daniel talking to Jack with tearful eyes.

Daniel said one more thing and walked up the ramp into the Stargate. She screamed at him, calling him back, but no sound was heard. Jack turned to look at something. She noticed a beautiful winged being was on her knees crying. It looked as though she would never wake up. She felt as though her heart was ripped through her chest.

" DANIEL NO!" cold sweat trickled down Kirsten's face. She looked around her bland room panting.

"What the hell was that..."


"They barely talk to me at all. I'm fine with that, though. What they are doing here is very important and Stargate Command cannot afford me getting in the way and messing everything up. Sam is always in the lab figuring out naquada somethings, Daniel is translating very important things, Jack is writing reports about everything and Teal'c needs to Kel No Reem or else him and Junior will die. So you see, the SGC barely has room for me. This is exactly what Kirsten had told us after being asked how the people here at the SGC treat her. Did you know she felt this way?" The shorter of the two men tried to make what Kirsten said sound... pleasant.

"No, none of us. I feel horrible..." Sam trailed off. She knew what it was like to have a lonely teenage life. She didn't want Kirsten to have that.

"She seems very determined. Her mind seems to be a little off balance. Did something happen recently for her to doubt herself?" The short man asked seriously.

"Yes, you could say that, why?" Daniel was of course referring to the Bastet incident.

"Well, after asking her some other questions about other things, we have found out that she questions her own ability. Other than that she seems fine. I will allow her to go back on missions with the SG-1 team, if you all do one thing."

"Anything." Jack looked up from his intertwined hands. He, and the rest of his team, all felt horrible about what they had been doing to Kirsten these past weeks. They ignored her and only talked when necessary.

"You all need to go talk to her right now about her feelings and try and make her feel welcome. I have seen way too many teens that get ignored in this very important transmission from child to adult and they turn out to be not very pleasant people. So please, for her health, go talk to her and try and make her feel welcome. Invite her over to your houses to stay once and a while like over weekends. I don't want to see the same thing happen to Kirsten. She has such a wonderful mind and it wouldn't kill her to smile more often." The two men stood, shook hands with everyone, and then left.

"Well, team, you heard the man."


After taking a shower, Kirsten realized that it was already 5:00 PM. The questioning took longer than she thought. She hadn't received the report yet on the new planet, so she just lifted her mattress to get an old copy of Alice in Wonderland. She 'liberated' it from Daniel's room and had been reading it for quite some time. Kirsten read for about twenty minutes, when a light knock echoed through her room.

"Yes?" She called out.

"Umm, Kirsten, its Sam—"

"Hello? What about me?" Jack complained.

"Well okay it's all of us. May we come in?"

"Yea sure." As the door opened, Kirsten hid the copy of Alice and Wonderland under her pillow. The whole SG-1 team filed in and sat down at a round table that was to the left from her bed. Kirsten shifted nervously on her bed cross-legged.

"Is something wrong? What happened?" Her brow furrowed in a look of question and fear. Sam sighed before speaking.

"We just got done talking with the psyche doctors and—"

"I can't go on missions with you guys anymore... I knew it! Why would they trust a stupid fifteen year old girl with the responsibility of saving the world?"

"Kirsten calm down. It's not that." Sam tried to calm her down. Her face softened, but the look of question remained.

"Then what?"

"The psyche doctors told us what you said. About us treating you." Daniel answered this time with his soft voice.

"So you know..."

"The docs told us to come and talk to you about it. Is there anything you want to say." Kirsten looked up and stared Jack right in the eye. Slowly, a smile crept onto her face. Her eyes then shifted to her hands that were resting comfortably in her lap.

"When I first came here, I doubted myself. I kept asking myself ' Why would someone drop me off here with broken memories and a forgotten past. Why do I only remember the show?' After going on some missions with you guys I came to realize. I'm needed here. I need to make sure everything happens like it did in the show. And being needed is the only thing I need right now."

"So are we done? This counts as talking right?" Jack shifted in his chair.

"Colonel!"

"It's alright Sam. Hey I have an idea! Let's play Monopoly!" Teal'c raised an eyebrow.

"Monopoly is a game where you use fake money to streets and such. The main objective is to get as much money as you can and invest on the places you bought." Teal'c still looked confused.

As Kirsten got up from her bed to grab the box with the game, she shifted her pillow and the book came into view.

"Kirsten?" Daniel asked. It looked as though she didn't see the pillow fall off the bed.

"Yes, Daniel?" she crouched down and opened a wooden storage box to the right of her bed.

"Is that my book?" The shock from the question made her jump and slam her head while still rummaging in the storage box. She retrieved the game and set it down on the round table with a slight blush.

"I... uh... liberated it from your room. You weren't inside at the time. I didn't want to wait to bother you so I took it. The title sounded familiar and I thought it would help jog my memory. Plus, it's kinda boring in my room." Jack and Sam helped her set the game up.

By the time it was eight o'clock, Teal'c was winning. He had the most money and owned most of the properties.

"Teal'c are you sure you haven't played this game before?" Jack asked, as he looked frustrated with his predicament.

"Indeed I have not." Just after he finished his statement, Sam started to yawn. Just as she finished Kirsten yawned as well.

"Well kids, we should get to bed. We have to leave the Gate room by seven in the morning. Think you can get up that early, Kirsten?" The girl mocked him with a serious face and saluted.

"Yes sir!" Everyone helped her put the pieces back into the back. When the team was leaving, Kirsten put the game back in the storage box. When she turned, Daniel remained standing at the door.

"Is there something wrong, Daniel?" He furrowed his brow before lightening the look on his face.

"I've been thinking about what Bastet said. Is everything she said true?" Daniel looked up from staring at his shoes when he heard her sigh. Kirsten sat down in her bed looking intensely at the floor.

"Yes Daniel. Everything she said was true."

"Even you... liking me?" Those words caused her to look up. Her face softened and she stood to stand right in front of him. Her small hands reached out to cup his face. Kirsten held his head, staring into his blue, crystal eyes.

"There is a fine line between love and lust. Good night, Daniel." She moved her hands to wrap them around his neck and hugged him lightly before he turned to leave.

Daniel turned his head to look at Kirsten one more time. Her back was turned to him and Kirsten's hands were balled into fists, trembling at her side. The girl didn't even hear the door close as tears cascaded down her face. Painful, silent tears streaked her face mocking her because of how she felt towards Daniel. Then, all of her feelings rushed inside of her.

Everything she felt for him put to shame by the fact that she was crying about it. She knew it was going to catch up to her sometime. As much as she wanted too, the feelings wouldn't go away. Feeling her pain, the golden staff hovered to her grasp. Finally giving into her weakness, she collapsed onto the floor on her knees still crying silently. The staff glowed warmth that comforted her like a mother to a child and she fell asleep on the floor.

Even asleep, the tears came and didn't stop. Suddenly, her door opened. Daniel peered inside of her room searching for her. What he found was not expected. Kirsten, in civilian clothing, huddled against her glowing staff. He thought something happened to her like her staff accidentally firing, but apoun closer inspection, he saw the small puddle of tears collecting on the cold floor. His mouth suddenly got a mind of its own and whispered her name, almost feeling her pain.

In a few short strides he was at her side. Daniel's right hand brushed her wild brown, wavy hair out of her tear stained face. His face hardened knowing that he caused her this pain. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and waist hoisting her up to lay her on the soft bed. Daniel laid her on the right side of the bed so he could pull the covers open on the left.

Satisfied with the sheet's position, he gently picked her up and tucked her into bed. Feeling the warmth of the sheets, she curled even more showing her cat side. Just before leaving Daniel brushed the hair out of her face and whispered,

" Be strong, Kirsten. Be strong."


"SG-1, you have a go!" Hammond nodded just as the team walked up the ramp. A second before Jack reached the event horizon, a different voice called out.

"Colonel! Take it easy on Kirsten, okay?" The team turned to see Dr. Fraiser giving Jack that mother look she gave all the time. O'Neill just nodded and the team walked through the Stargate. Kirsten felt a bunch stronger now that she had her golden staff back.

When everyone made it out, the Stargate shut down in the all too familiar whoosh sound. Kirsten gasped as she looked at the surroundings. It was like a jungle. Trees and vines were everywhere. Off in the distance they saw many round silver buildings in all different sizes just before a range of mountains.

Sam guessed that Kirsten didn't get to see the report and get a glance at the pictures the MALP sent back. The Kirsten noticed large rocks surrounded the Gate. It looked as though they had to dig the Stargate out of the ground and just left some of the bigger, heavier rocks. Just then, seven men trekked out of the forest clearing about 110 yards away. Smiling, Jack stepped forward to greet the men.

"Hey there, folks. How are ya doing?"

"How dare you bring woman here?" The bigger of the men spoke.

"What?!" Kirsten practically screamed.


(Sighs) Okay I'm done! So there are a bunch of things that are going to play out in later chapters I hope some of you caught. Remember that I can't get better at writing unless I get reviews! I tried my best to be a little angsty I hope it worked. I wanted to show the raw emotion that Kirsten feels for Daniel in words and I really REALLY hope it works.

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Also, I have some art up at and some of it is from this story. I have Kirsten sitting in the corner of a room looking quite miserable... and chained up. Could this be the future of Kirsten? Also some sketches of her and different expressions and such.

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