A/N: Hello earthers. Someone has finally given the 5th review (Yay ^_^) so all six of you should thank soundwave13. I'm in a mood, so I let you people slide with 5 reviews instead of the 6 I asked for.

The story is going to start looking a bit familiar in the chaps to come, mainly because this takes place in Season 3 and, the way I figure, I have to be coming up on an episode sooner or later.

Hope you enjoy and I'd like 6 reviews. Please, I need love.

Chapter 10
When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Green

Victoria sulked on her cot as she glared at the clock; it read 0930. That meant SG-1 was leaving in less than half an hour and no-one had come to say good-bye yet. She continued to glare until it shudderingly changed to 0931, then 0932. Violet eyes closed, trying to make it go faster or slower or SOMETHING.

One eye opened; 0932.

A frustrated grunt ripped from her throat, startling the orderly several beds down, and she flopped back against the pillows, wincing at her own stupidity as the tender new tissue on her back stretched painfully. The teen's eyelids grew heavy as she continued to stare at the clock, and soon the meds took hold, lulling her into the black abyss of sleep.

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Daniel took a quick glance at his watch as he hurried down the halls of the SGC, fully dressed in his fatigues. He stopped at the door of the infirmary, mouth open to greet the green girl residing there, but he shut it; Victoria was sound asleep, a stack of comics on her bedside that were undoubtedly from Jack next to what looked like the blueprint of a MALP.

The archeologist jotted a quick note on a piece of paper next to the books and gently pulled the blanket further up her body, lingering a moment before turning and rushing out the door.

Janet smiled from the shadows of the med. wing and shook her head a bit, going back to her rounds.

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When the changeling opened her eyes again, the clock read 1247 and she sighed; even if they had come by, she wouldn't have noticed. Resigned, she reached for the book she had been reading, only to stop at the sight of the folded paper beside it, her name scrawled on it in familiar handwriting.

She picked it up, unfolding it to read the borderline illegible note within.

-V
Hope you're feeling better, you looked pale yesterday day. Sorry I didn't get to say good bye, but you were asleep when I came in and you need your rest. If you're allowed out before we get back, feel free to hang out in my office; I have some pictures of an interesting new artifact on my desk; the writing looks like Ancient Sumerian, so you should have some fun with it.
See you when we get home,
Daniel

The green girl smiled and her heart fluttered a bit; she loved Daniel's office, mainly because, no matter what, it always seemed to smell like him. A unique mix of old books, various types of incense and slightly stale coffee that was the purest essence of just who Daniel Jackson was.

The grin remained on Victoria's face as she carefully folded the note, tucking it in the back of her book as she began to read, (shockingly) patiently waiting for Janet to give her the daily once-over so she could ask to leave.

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"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase Janet?" Victoria wined, making her best puppy-dog eyes.

The doctor rolled her own, probing the teen's back. "No, no, no. Thanks to your little charade"-insert bashful look here-"some fur got trapped under the new skin, so I have to cut it open and take it out with a pair of tweezers."

"Come on, Janet, it's not like I'm going to be doing much! I'll be sitting and reading the entire time," the green girl complained. "If you let me go, I swear I won't shift at all."

The CMO stilled, giving the teen a hard look straight in the eye. "You promise?" she said skeptically.

Hope flashed in the girl's features and she nodded vigorously. "I promise not to change species—"

"Or do anything aerobatic," Janet cut in, the image on the teen turning flips the day before coming to mind.

"Or do any aerobatic tricks until you deem me fit, Dr. Frasier," Victoria recited monotonously, inwardly praying.

Janet sent a small look of disapproval at the attempted kissing-up before reluctantly nodding her consent, groaning a small "fine…."

"Yes! Thank you Janet!" the teen launched herself at the doctor, glomping her for a few moments until the CMO gently pushed her off, laughing lightly.

"You're welcome, Victoria," she replied, idly wondering if Cassy would be this hyper when she turned 16.

"But."

The teen cringed; ah, the sound of the other shoe…

"Every half-hour I'm sending Sgt. Seiler to check on you." Victoria pursed her lips, attempting to recall just who Seiler was and Janet sighed.

"The wrench guy," she added dryly and recognition lit the green girl's eyes, followed quickly be a suppressed snicker; during one of their small prank wars, Ferreti had disclosed the sergeant's strange attachment to the oddly coloured over-sized tool and he, Jack and Victoria had gotten an entire case of them, leaving them in disparate places around base. Everyone who found one had called Seiler to return it and by the end of the day he had over a hundred spanners waiting in his office. And his on-base room. And his car (V had used her powers to drop a few in the passenger compartment).

"Deal," Victoria agreed, simply thankful that she was going to be allowed out of the infirmary for any period of time.

The CMO finished the check-up, removing the hair and placing clean bandages over the small incisions. She barely got the last one taped down when the teen speed off, swiping a fairly clean set of fatigues and heading to the bathroom to change.

She soon emerged with her, somewhat, neatly folded gown and stopped at the foot of her bed, looking at the amount of stuff that had accumulated.

"Hey Janet?" The doctor looked up from her clipboard. "Do you think I could find a spare room or something after I'm discharged?"

"Of course. I think there are a few empty rooms on Level 25." She wrote a few more words before pausing. "Where were you sleeping before?"

Victoria snorted lightly, "In the five minutes between the Iso Room and here Daniel let me use his room on 25, sometimes after I had to drag his butt there at two in the morning."

Janet nodded her understanding and the teen went about neatening the books and clothes around her bed before beating a hasty retreat, sending a promise to call once she got to Daniel's office over her shoulder.

The second she stepped through the door of the cluttered workspace, Victoria took in a huge lungful of air, savouring the scent; sandalwood seemed to be the flavour of the day, a fact that was re-affirmed by the tablet containing what looked to be Sanskrit.

The teen grinned; she knew Sanskrit.

One of the many languages she had studied whilst the other children trained, Sanskrit had been fairly easy due to the number of books her mother had had in the language.

Victoria strode to the desk, plopping on the high stool beside it and pulling up a pencil and relatively blank sheet of paper (she didn't think Daniel would mind too much is she used the half of the sheet that wasn't covered in her crude Goa'uld figures to translate).

Within minutes, she was completely engrossed in the work, painstakingly going over each character twice and three times over in her head; the language was very near Sanskrit, but not exactly the same, leading her to translate the first section as a ritual involving purple smoked fish liver and a man named Smelly Chicken Unmentionables before she realized her mistake.

Hours passed unnoticed, as did the frequent popping-ins of a certain wrench-lover, and soon the teen had fallen asleep, not realizing the clock which glowed 2247 at her slouched figure.

At some point, Janet checked on the girl, smiling slightly at her smooshed and drooling facade and leaving her undisturbed but for the jacket the doctor draped over her shoulders.