AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry I've been MIA for a while. RL got very hectic and I couldn't get away. Rest assured, the story is completed and written, just by hand and in notebooks. Things are settling down and I hope to be more consistent in posting once again. That said, I also want to say THANK YOU to all my readers and especially my reviewers, followers, and favoriters. You guys make my day every time your notes show up in my inbox. I'm glad to hear you're enjoying it and I hope to continue to entertain you!

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Dr. Bandler carefully recorded his findings. Seven of Jackson-Mouse's female companions were pregnant, and Mitchell-Mouse was currently mating with girlfriend number four.

"That's right, Mitchell, join the ranks of my mice who get more action in one day than I have all year," he mumbled to himself.

When Mitchell-Mouse was done Dr. Bandler waited for him to leave the female, then removed her from the cage, placing her back with Mitchell-Mouse's other girlfriends.

"Don't suppose we'll be wanting for mice anytime soon." Bandler finished his notes and continued his experiment. "You boys want some time together? A couple beers and the game sound good?"

So far Jackson-Mouse and Mitchell-Mouse had gotten along just fine. They did not fight over territory or seem bothered at all to be in the same cage. They would sniff each other out and then proceed to their mouse business as usual. Usually, the male mice were carefully kept in their own cages in the lab as they seemed to fight at the drop of a hat. The pollen seemed to have mellowed out the two dosed males and they had no interest in fighting over territory.

Bandler watched the two mice wander out the cage, respectfully keeping their distance from each other. Even when food was introduced, the mice got together to get what they wanted and then moved apart to feast. Bandler watched them eat, introduced water and watched them calmly take turns at the bottle.

"You boys are boring," Bandler said to himself. "Let's see how the roommates handle visitors."

He debated putting a female in the cage with the males but decided against it. No need to put her in harm's way on purpose. He picked one of Jackson-mouse's mates, the first one he had impregnated, and swabbed her gently before dropping the swab in the cage. Jackson-mouse immediately mounted the swab and happily humped away until Mitchell-mouse dared to sneak a sniff. Then all hell broke loose for ninety savage seconds. Bander couldn't tell who the victor was, he'd lost track of who was who in the fight. Truth be told he wasn't worried about who won. He just had to make sure they hadn't allowed Dr. Jackson and Col. Mitchell to ride out their isolation in the same room. Man may have more self-control than mouse, but primal instincts were strong no matter who was involved.

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Sam sprinted down the stairs, emerging in the hallway and skidding around the corner before Landry and Teal'c, who'd opted for the slower elevator, even made it to the isolation floor. Sam had seen Mitchell and Daniel spar before, but in a testosterone-fueled matchup, Daniel was going to get the worst of it. There were incoherent yelling and grunts echoing down the hall as the two men fought it out. She made it to the isolation room first, the door was open and the airmen who had been posted to the usually quite floor were already inside trying to break up the fight. Unfortunately, neither airman could restrain their fighter individually and if they teamed up to restrain one, inevitably, the other used the opportunity to his advantage.

"Ma'am?" one asked as soon as she skidded into the room.

"Knock it off!" she ordered her teammates, not thinking and jumping into the fray. "Leave him alone!" She stood firm in front of Daniel, facing off against her fellow colonel.

Mitchell squarely focused on the fight, looked right through Sam and threw the punch he was mid-swing on. He swung wide, giving Daniel the opportunity to duck, and Mitchell's fist connected with Sam's temple. The blow landed high on her as it had been aimed for Daniel's jaw.

Sam staggered, grunting in pain.

Both men froze.

"Carter…" Mitchell sputtered as she fell back, dazed.

Daniel screamed, enraged, and threw himself full force at Mitchell taking him down like the football player he never was in high school or college. He pinned Mitchell to the floor, one hand around his throat, the other raining a constant barrage of sloppy punches.

"Daniel, stop!" Sam yelled grabbing his fist with both hands before he could punch Mitchell again.

"You okay, Sam?" he asked her, not taking his glare off of Mitchell.

As she expected, both men were bruised and battered, bloody noses, split lips, and torn shirts. The room had been torn apart as well, furniture knocked over, books and game pieces scattered across the floor, Daniel's glasses broken in the corner.

"I'm fine," Sam lied, blinking away the stars that clouded her vision.

"Let it go, Jackson. It was an accident," Mitchell panted. "Besides, Carter can handle herself."

"This is between you and me. Leave her out of it," Daniel snapped, rearing back to swing again shifting his weight to one side in an attempt to gain power.

"Stop!" Sam pleaded.

Mitchell took advantage of Daniel's distraction and pushed him over, rolling away. Daniel jumped to his feet and the two men eyed each other, at the ready.

"What are you two even fighting over?" Sam asked. "Daniel, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," he assured her, sparing a moment to flash a cheeky smile. "I can take 'em."

"Arrogant bastard," Mitchell spat at him.

"Jealous?" Daniel smirked.

"Of you? An overgrown nerd? Can you even see me without your glasses, four-eyes?"

"Twelve year old me is wounded," Daniel mocked him.

"Yeah, well grown up you ain't looking too good, either."

"You should see the other guy."

Mitchell snarled and lunged at Daniel in a more coordinated attach that Daniel had been capable of. Daniel managed to say on his feet, stumbling back until they hit the wall. His opponent pinned in a corner, Mitchell laid into him, taking advantage of Daniel's limited range of motion.

"Colonel Mitchell, stand down!" Landry barked the second he laid eyes on the pair.

Mitchell stopped and turned to his commanding officer. Daniel looked back and forth between the General and Mitchell, weighing his chances. Teal'c, who had arrived with Landry hadn't stopped at the threshold like the General had, and strode authoritatively across the room.

"That would be unwise, Daniel Jackson," he warned, putting himself between the pair. "I do not wish to harm you, but I will prevent any further attempts to continue this ill-advised act of aggression." Teal'c stared Daniel down.

For his part, Daniel, keyed up on testosterone as he was, wisely accepted the much larger man's terms.

"Which one of you wants to explain what's going on here?" Landry asked. "Well?" he prompted when no one spoke up. "Colonel, I asked you a direct question and I expect an answer."

"I don't know, sir," Mitchell answered, standing stiffly at attention.

"I honestly can't remember," Daniel admitted, confirming Mitchell's story.

"You mean to tell me that you two have been brawling in here like a couple hooligans and you don't know why?" Landry demanded.

"No, sir," they mumbled like two pre-teens caught fighting behind the dumpsters after school.

"If I may, General," Dr. Bandler started. In all the commotion, no one had noticed he'd come down to see what was happening. "The mice didn't fight until I introduced the pheromones of a female to their cage."

"Carter didn't get here until after the fight started," Mitchell shook his head.

"We were talking about her, though," Daniel pointed out. "We were sitting around commiserating and then you said…." He paused as the memory fell into place. "I may have started the fight," he admitted reluctantly.

"You?" Landry was a shocked as everyone else in the room.

"I thought I was defending Sam," he explained to the floor.

"I don't need you to defend my honor," Sam frowned at him.

"I think we've more than proven that I'm not exactly in control of my faculties right now," he gestured around the demolished room.

"Alright," Landry cut to the chase. "I want you two separated. I want full isolation for both of them," he turned his attention to the airmen who had tried their best to do the impossible. "No contact male or female. We're lucky these two were relatively well matched or this could have ended much worse."

"You think we're well matched?" Daniel couldn't help but preen a little at the compliment. No one had said anything so kind about his fighting abilities. The nicest thing Jack had even said while training him was that he'd survive long enough for someone with skill to find him.

"I'd say you held your own, which is more than I expected out of you."

"So, it's not so much that we're well matched as everyone is pleasantly surprised I didn't kill you," Mitchell gloated.

"Colonel, you got beaten up by Dr. Jackson, I wouldn't be so proud of myself if I were you," Landry shot at him.

"Hey!" both men protested at the dual insult.

"Separate them, now," Landry ordered, clearing his head. Usually, he wasn't one to join in on the banter of his subordinates. These damned spores must have been affecting him, too. "Anyone have any serious injuries?"

Mitchell and Daniel testing their joints and limbs. Everything seemed fully functional.

"Good, then you can clean yourselves up without exposing any more of my people to your…"

"Pheromones?" Daniel suggested.

"Musk?" Mitchell supplied.

"You room two. You room four," Landry kept to the point before he got drug back in. Why couldn't SG-1 be like every other team on base? Go out, do their job, come home. When was the last time an SG team, other than the drama-prone SG-1, brought the entire base to a standstill over some new bug, or rock, or seemingly innocent flower?

"Move!" he snapped when no one had. "Always you four," he mumbled to himself walking away. "No matter what happens you four are there standing in the middle." He punched the elevator button deciding to check on Carolyn. She needed to stay as far away from this as possible until further notice.