Woolsey nodded to the leaders of the off world teams, frowning as John entered bang on time. "Thank you all for being so prompt."

They nodded to him.

"Now to begin with, I would like to discuss with you the members on your teams." Woolsey held up a palm to silence the leader's outrage. "I am not talking about moving or replacing any members, but adding personnel to the team."

"More people to keep an eye on." Brent commented.

Woolsey spent second eyeing him before continuing. "I am looking to add two or three people to the duty rota. A male must be added to Doctor Porter's team-"

"I was told to pick the best and the brightest, it's not my fault that they are all female." Porter interrupted Woolsey, who glared her down.

"I will not choose, the choice is up to you, however a male is needed." Woolsey left no room for discussion.

"I'll take a crack on having someone on our team." Brent voiced.

"Actually Col. Cole that has been suggested to me as a bad thing." Woolsey shook his head.

Alarms started ringing in Johns head. "Who've you got in mind to add to the teams?"

"I would like to know the groups who would like to volunteer?" Woolsey evaded.

Brent, Way, Stackhouse and Lorne raised their hands up.

"I want to put Miss Boyce in a group."

Way and Stackhouse slammed their hands onto the knees. Way spoke first. "No way, every time she goes off world with us something bad happens."

"She ain't that bad." Brent rolled his eyes to look at Way, who raised an eyebrow.

"How many times did she go off world with you?"

"Three."

"And how many times did you get kidnapped?"

"Four."

John and Evan shot him an amused look before John began speaking. "I would take her, but I already have a full team."

Woolsey nodded and looked between Way and Evan.

"You can have her mate, I like my limbs attached." Way shook his head.

"It's only a trial, right?" Evan was suddenly worried for his appendages.

Nodding Woolsey smiled. "Miss Boyce will join you on your team the next time you go off world. Lt. Way, Miss Baldwin will join as you search the lower levels of Atlantis."

'Aw man!' Way groaned to him self but nodded.

"So who's going to let Boyce know she's on a team?" John asked flickering through the file in front of him.

Woolsey got a gleam in his eyes. "While I would normally leave it to the leader of the team, however as the head of security, it would be best left for you. After all, we wouldn't want anyone stepping on any toes."

John looked alarmed.

"If you want, I could just tell her?" Lorne offered his commanding officer.

"That's one order I will gladly delegate." John nodded enthusiastically.

"Quite." Woolsey smirked.
o0o
A few weeks later, Woolsey sighed as the trio walked in, once again in trouble.

Evan Lorne, possibly the ringleader, stood slightly a head of the other two, cool as a cucumber.

Mack Gordon's left eye twitched as Kimberley dig her hand into his arm, the only female in the group petrified of the trouble she was in.

Woolsey caught herself from rolling his eyes. 'This girl is too skittish.' ''Have a seat.''

Mack reached behind him and pushed Kimberley towards the only seat, both men flanking her from behind.

Kimberley glared up at them.

''I take it you all know why you are here?'' He asked, folding his hands.

Kimberley bit her lip. 'I wonder if I should say anything about illegal interrogations.'

''No sir." Gordon replied.

''Isn't this about the beah!' Kimberley finished as Evan poked her in the shoulder.

Woolsey raised an eyebrow.

As the three sat in silence, one of them itching to confess all sins he shook his head. ''If you are going to bet, don't send the information off world, especially to earth.''

''But I thought General O'Neill would like to take part.'' Kimberley took the rap.

''Have you ever met the general?'' Woolsey asked, watching Kimberley shake her head. ''Well he wants to meet you. Thinks you are a, and I quote 'hoot.'

''Shoulda been coot.'' Mack grumbled.

Kimberley elbowed him at the knee, and then rubbed her elbow.

The leader of the expedition waited for them to calm down. ''I take it we have an understanding?''

The trio nodded.

''Good and Kimberley, can you wait a moment?''

Evan muttered something and doubled over as Kimberley threw her fist into his gut.

Kimberley looked fearfully at Woolsey as she reached into his desk. 'Is he going to give me my marching orders?'

Woolsey brought out an envelope and passed it to Kimberley, who stared at it.' ''Put the old general down for option one.''
o0o
Chuck and Brent watched as Lorne and Mack left the office, and nodded to Mack as he stopped beside them. "So what's happening?"

"Miss Boyce is going to join Major Lorne's team off world today." Mack grinned.

"I'm not Catholic, but I want to cross my self." Brent muttered, "You think they'll get captured?"

"With Miss Boyce, it's a high possibility." Mack replied, and then tuned to Chuck. "What does the board say?"

"Eighty Wraiths, ten sacrifices, five nothing and five for Genii." Chuck read from a spare, hidden data pad.

"Funny how Dara is the only one to have run into the Genii." Brent commented.

Mack nodded. "But it was Landon, does he really count?"

"They met a platoon of Koylas squadron though." Chuck reminded them.

"Hopefully Miss Boyce won't meet any of Koylas men. I'd hate for anything to happen to her." Mack shook his head in sorrowful anticipation.

"Are you kidding me? They'll go running for the hills when they hear she's nearby." Brent grinned.

"If you two are done plotting Kimberleys doom and gloom, and that of my teams, gets back to work." Evan ordered as he creped up behind them, causing the hardened men to jump and yelp.

"Plotting my what and huh?" Kimberley asked, appearing at his side.

"GYAH!" They yelled and took a step away from her.

"So, when we got a mission?" Kimberley asked, glancing between the men.

"In a few hours. I was just on my way to spring you from the clink." Evan joked.

"Th-this afternoon?" Kimberley paled. "Ar-are you sure this is a good idea?"

Evan leveled her with a glare. "Yes. I've put off putting you onto a mission for weeks now. But we're visiting M47-E91, and initial reports show that the females distrust the men, so we're going to use all your internal wit and charm to get information from them."

Three faces looked at him like that was a very bad idea.

'Speaking of bad ideas.' Lieutenant Loeder, Lorne's second in command, nodded to Kimberley as he approached them from behind Lorne. "Boyce, you're to head to the armory and pick up your weapon."

Loeder and Lorne exchanged a look, like they were debating something silently, and Loeder eventually shook his head.

"Are you sure I need a gun?" Kimberley asked hesitantly.

Evan spoke up first. "Ah, after the incident last time-"

"It was self defense." Mack replied instantly.

"She could have taken him out another way." Loeder shot back.

Kimberley scrunched up her eyes and tried to block out the images assaulting her.

John kicked his gun towards the fire, hoping at the last second Kimberley grabbed it before Arek.

Alrek and Kimberley spotted it at the same time, looking to each other before Kimberley breathed in sharply, ignoring her ribs, and dove to the ground.

Her right hand grabbed the pistol and she scrambled to stand up.

Alrek flung himself on top of her and she fought to bring the gun up to chest height before the ominous sound of the gun going off filling the air.

"Ooh." Arek groaned, kneeling back and looking at his blood soaked hands covering his abdomen.

With one last expression of breath, he fell forward, dead.

"Will you guys stop it?" Brent hissed at them and moved to place a hand on Kimberleys shoulder, causing her to eep and jump away from them in fear before her mind cleared and she tried to smile at them. "You alright Kimbo?"

Kimberley nodded. "And don't worry, I can hold a gun."

"Can you promise not to shoot us?" Loeder demanded.

Kimberley looked to the ground again and tensed as she felt someone put their arm around her. She glanced up to see Evan glaring at Loeder. "Unless you're Kolya, a certain sponge or Wraith I know she won't be shooting at you. Myself on the other hand..."

Loeder watched his commanding officer glare at him with a non-verbal threat and nodded to him.

Lorne stopped glaring at Loeder to look at Kimberley and hugged her a little bit tighter as he remembered the first time she took a gun again after the incident.

Kimberley stared at the floor as Dara set up the target. She thought about anything but what the room she was in was used for.

Dara finished pinning up the pictures of Wraith, Genii and Usher and turned to her friend. "You ready?"

"Can I say that this is a bad idea?" Lorne whispered to Baxter, who shook his head.

"After last weeks incident Kimberley needs to get used to a gun again." He explained.

"But her wounds-" Lorne tried again.

"The sooner she gets back on the horse the sooner she will start riding again." Dara pointed out.

"I still don't like it." Pouted Lorne. 'And if she pulls a stitch, it's my head Doc and Keller with have.'

"Me neither." Kimberley mumbled, mostly to herself.

Dara glanced at her friend, missing the look from Baxter as she tried to pass the gun to her friend.

Kimberley glanced up at the gun, then to Dara, then looked to the ground.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Dara pointed out.

"I'd rather not." Kimberley replied, beginning to back away.

Dara rolled her eyes, grabber her friends hands and placed the gun where it was supposed to go. She motioned with her head for Lorne to stand behind Kimberley, take her hands, and fire the gun.

Kimberley shook at the gun recoiled and the bullet made its mark on Koylas head, wincing as her arm began to throb.

"Again." Dara nodded to Lorne, who looked at her, then to Baxter, before bringing Kimberleys arms up again and making it shoot.

"Again." Dara repeatedly ordered, her voice rising higher and higher until the gun began to 'click' 'click' 'click' empty.

Slowly Lorne removed his arms from Kimberleys shoulders, separating their hands. He took a step back as Dara advanced towards her friend.

There was a tense silence as Dara watched Kimberley, who stared at the ground, Baxter watched Dara, and Lorne stared at the red blush that was appearing on Kimberleys left arm. 'Crap.'

Slowly Kimberley raised her head and nodded to Dara.

"Still don't like it?" Dara asked.

"But I need to take it with me." Kimberley replied, shaking once more before handing the gun back to her friend, glancing at her arm in dismay. "Gotta go meet my drug dealer."

As she walked away, Dara placed the gun nozzle on Baxter's chest. "She didn't mean anything by it, got it?"

"Got it." Baxter nodded.
o0o
After the group left the command center, they headed to the infirmary to get one last check up.

All too soon, the group had been cleared for duty and had gathered outside Carson's office, waiting on Kimberley to exit.

"Now, if you want me to check an' see if yer pregnant..." Carson trailed off as Kimberley got an expectant look on her face.

"Will that stop me going off world?" She asked.

"No, but it means I can get some party preparations started." He chuckled, and then placed an arm around her shoulder, placing his head to hers as she leant into him. "C'mon hen, it won't be that bad, really. And I'll be here to patch you up."

Kimberley shook her head and looked at him. "What if you can't patch me up?"

He raised an eyebrow. "If I can keep Rodney from knowing about the spider in his hair off world, I can keep you in once piece."

"Not to interrupt the love fest doc, but we kind of have a schedule to keep to." Lorne poked his head in with a hand covering his eyes and cracked the fingers open to peek at them.

Kimberley rolled her eyes and pecked Carson on the lips. "See me off?"

The medic nodded and walked with the group from the infirmary to the transporters. Carson hugged Kimberley to him as they entered the transporter and kept her close once they arrived. After a few minutes, she pulled away from him slightly and nodded to him.

Silently they exited the piece of ancient technology and made their way to the gate.

Carson smiled as he watched Kimberley prepare to go through the gate, and grinned to himself as he recalled how she first went through the gate the first time after her last mission.

Carson smiled at Kimberley as she fixed the sleeve of her top over the bandage. "So, would you like to go to the kid's planet with me?"

"Um." Kimberley bit her lip and shook her head after a short time. "I still have a lot of work to do, and I'm supposed to be helping Teyla watch Torren."

"And ye cannae get out of it? Or take him with us?" He asked.

Kimberley shook her head, and then groaned as her phone beeped. "Gotta go Car, meeting with Baxter."

Carson pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled to her. "Dinner at the caf tonight?"

Kimberley nodded without too much enthusiasm.
o0o
"Hey Kimberley!" Brent called as she walked past him and his team, watching her as she handed Torren back to his grateful parents. "The doc dialed; there is a measles epidemic on the planet so he can't make it tonight."

Kimberley nodded to him as she rubbed her left arm.

"You want to come with us?" Brent offered, grinning as his team groaned at the though of the 'fun' they would get into.

Slowly she shook her head, waving him off with her right hand and a nod as he stared at her in wonder.
o0o
Dara dodged Mack and his team as they waited for the gate to establish, doing a mini jog down the steps as the third chevron locked. Movement from the corner of the corridor caught her attention.

Slowly Dara walked over to the wall and frowned as the sight of Kimberley standing with her eyes scrunched shut as the gate established. "Kimberley?"

Kimberley jumped and opened her eyes, staring at Dara in shock. "Uh, yeah? Hi?"

"Don't 'hi' me." Dara shifted her weight to properly glare at her friend. "Why are you hiding over here?"

Kimberley shrugged.

Dara got an idea. "C'mon, we're going to wave off Mack."

Kimberley looked at her. "What are you planning?"

Dara felt a small smile appearing on her lips but squashed it. "We're going off world with Mack."

"To a planet that is suspected to be Michael's latest base?" Kimberley quirked her brows.

"Just, c'mon." Dara ordered, reaching out to grab her friends shoulder and dragged her towards the gate, nodding to the captain. "Hey Mack, we're taking you up on that offer."

Mack's eyebrows - and his teams - rose about a foot in the air at that threat. "Uh, are you sure Miss Baldwin?"

Dara nodded and pushed Kimberley towards the connected energy tunnel. Kimberley started thrashing about, trying to elbow her friend in the face. Dara ducked the blows and used her shoulder to wind Kimberley, grinning as her friend lost her balance and fell towards the gate.

Kimberley caught herself in time and stared at her friend in horror. "What the hell are you playing at?"

"Why are you so freaked out by the gate?" Dara demanded, beginning to walk towards her friend, not noting Mack's team moving into position.

"I'm not." Kimberley lied, rolling her eyes as she spotted a free space and began walking, shouting out as two members of Macks team picked her up and started dragging her towards the gate. "Stop!"

"Wait!" A new voice added from behind. Mack made a motion with his fist and everyone paused what they were doing.

Doctor Baxter paused at the bottom of the steps to catch his breath.

Someone coughed and he looked at them. 'Oh!' "Kimberley has to go through the gate of her own accord."

"Huh?" Mack asked.

Baxter got into his psychologist role. "Kimberley suffered from a traumatic experience the last time she went through the gate. She needs to feel physically and mentally ready before she can go through the gate otherwise this may set her back in her recovery."

Dara glanced at him then nodded. Looking uncomfortable, she made her way over to Kimberley, placed her hands on her shoulders, and gave her a brief hug. "I'm sorry."

Kimberley looked freaked out, but nodded. "It's oka-hey!"

Everyone in the gate room stared as Dara pushed Kimberley through the last couple of feet of the gate. Dara turned to them and shrugged. "She went in with her own two feet."

Baxter looked like he wanted to say that was not what he meant, but shrugged and walked away in stead.

Carson shook his head to clear his memory banks as Kimberley waved to him as she stepped into the gate without saying her little ritual. 'Is it too late to change my bet?'
o0o
Lorne waved to Captain Conner, who nodded back to him and fanned out with Lieutenant Sanchez, Loeder and Ritter.

Major Hawkins looked at Kimberley, who had one hand on Evans TAC vest, and rolled his eyes. 'I hope she ain't going to be a security threat.'

Someone snapped on a twig and Kimberley jumped, her hand tightening around Evans back and pulled him down a bit. "There's someone in the trees!"

Lorne glanced around as he batted a hand behind him, getting her to free him and turned to glare at her before looking around with more focus. He raised his gun instantly at the sight of the material in the distance. "You're up Doc, civilians at three o'clock."

Rothman muttered something under his breath before straightening his jacket and waving to the people hiding behind the trees. "Hello! We are travelers from Atlantis who have used the Stargate to try and find trading partners and help against the Wraith."

"You forgot peaceful." Kimberley whispered to him as the natives, dressed in renaissance outfits, began to mutter amongst them selves.

Rothman glared at her from the corner of his eyes.

A pretty redhead with a high hairline and low bust line ran up to Conner and began tugging his hand. "Come! We must celebrate your time of coming! It is our harvest time!"

Conner began to follow, and then turned to look at Evan who glanced at the people then nodded.
o0o
Kimberley sat between Evan and his second in command, feeling severely out of place. It was not just that she was the only female in the room, but the men were guild like tanks, were comfortable around guns, and were enjoying the attention of the females parading about them.

Evan glanced to Kimberley and grinned. Leaning over he spoke in her ear. "I'm sure there is a cute guy here who can take your mind off the doc?"

As she leveled him with a glare, Evan put his hands up in surrender. "I'm just saying! What happens off world stays off world."

"Uh hu." Kimberley smirked at him, and whipped out a video camera.

"You're not supposed to have anything from Earth off world with you!" Rothman exclaimed.

Kimberley blinked. "What, in case I forget it?"

"No, in case you tape us doing something too Earthy." Lorne grinned and put an arm around her shoulders. "C'mon Kimbo, relax."

"I will relax, but once we are back on Atlantis and without any STDs that you guys are going to catch if you go near those girls." Kimberley replied.

"Oh is that some hostility towards the natives?" Conner asked and she looked at him.

"No, it has to do with their pimps standing behind them and the lack of proper sanitation on this planet." Kimberley grumbled.

Evan frowned. "Are you having a bad feeling about this planet?"

"Immensely." She nodded.

After having an internal debate in his head, Evan nodded. "We're packing up guys."

"They're having a meal in our honor!" Loeder exclaimed.

"After we just arrived here within like minutes, and they were the ones that said we were from Atlantis." Kimberley pointed out.

"It might be the clothes?" Evan argued.

"Or it might be the fact they are fattening us up for some Wraith or some kind of sacrifice." Kimberley returned. "They did say that it was their harvest? And the food they have isn't exactly stellar."

"Jeez, killing that guy made her bitter and twisted with the world." Sanchez muttered.

Evan nodded to the female of the group and turned to the main female who had been hanging around with them all night. "Asillie, we've been traveling all day, is it alright if we go check in with our people before getting some shut eye?"

"Anything you want, Major." Asillie giggled to him and stood from the trunk, bending down to kiss him on the forehead and left him cross-eyes.
o0o
Chuck read Lorne's teams IDC and muttered to himself. 'Please tell me she didn't kill anyone, that's the only bet I didn't make.'

"Whose team is it Chet?" Woolsey asked as he sipped from his mug.

Chuck glared at the leader of the expedition before reading off the information he had on the screen. "Its Major Lorne's team sir."

"Pffft." Woolsey spat the tea out. "Call the infirmary, lower the shield on the gate and prepare for the worst."

Amelia glanced at their so-called un movable leader. "They've only been gone a few hours."

"That's the worrying point!" Woolsey exclaimed. 'Oh why did I think that this was a good idea?'

As Amelia patched through a call to the infirmary and the defense teams got in position, Lorne's team stepped through the gate, unscaved, unhurt, no bullet holes, arrows anywhere, paint free, boo-boo free and generally as healthy as they went off world a little over three hours ago.

The entire population of the control room groaned.

"Uh hey guys, what's up?" Kimberley asked, looking at them in confusion. "John's team come in hot or something?"

'Or something.' Chuck thought to himself and glanced down the list to see who the lucky winner was.

"Why did you come back so quickly?" Woolsey demanded once the gate had shut down and there was some semblance of silence and order in the gate room.

The regular members of the team glared at Kimberley, who looked to the ground as if it was a laptop.

"What did you do?" Woolsey asked, holding back a sigh.

"Erm, it's more like, um, what I felt." Kimberley glanced up at him and her face turned scarlet. "The way the natives were behaving was suspicious."

"You're just a prude." Sanchez shot at her.

Kimberley glared at him. "It just didn't seam right! The way the girls were throwing them selves all over you guys-"

"You were jealous of the attention?" Baxter appeared from behind Woolsey and Kimberley jumped at him.

She glared at him, causing Carson to step closer with a PRN calming drug. "I had a feeling that something was going to go wrong." She turned her head to look at Woolsey. "And you said that if I ever got one of those feelings, I was to follow it?"

Woolsey nodded slowly. "While we may have lost a valuable trading partner, if there was something wrong then I am sure it would be within our interests to not pursue that matter any further."

Kimberley smiled at him.

Woolsey got a gleam in his eye.

The smile fell from her lips.

"However, on the off chance that your feeling is simple something female, I shall send a team through tomorrow to double check." He finished and fixed her with a stare.

Reluctantly Kimberley nodded, and then followed the rest of the team as they made their way to their post mission check ups.
o0o
The following day, after spending a night in the observation room in the infirmary, Kimberley, Evan and his team made their way to the gate room as the gate activated.

Woolsey sent Doctor Porter and her team through the gate and turned to Kimberley. "I suspect they will take a while before returning, would you like to accompany me to -"

The gate spun to life.

"Now that was fast." Lorne commented and they waited for the gate to establish before Chuck started a radio signal between the two planets.

"Doctor Porter, what has caused you to report so quickly? Surely you haven't made it to the base camp already?" Woolsey spoke clearly.

"They're dead." Porter's voice shook over the radio. "Every last one of them is dead. Wraith guns are in the area and most of the buildings are destroyed. Some bodies have Wraith feeding marks on them."

Kimberley heard a clanging in her head and felt someone pushing her head below her heart and she tried to take a few deep breaths. After a minute, she slowly eased back up. "I'm okay. I-I'm okay."

She turned to Evan and tried to stem the tears. "It's all our fault!"

"There was no way we could have known that this was going to happen." Evan tried to placate her.

Tears rolled down her face and she tried to wipe them away.

Conner rolled his eyes. "Will you suck it up, things like this happen. You think every time we come back from planets they all have a happily ever after?"

"No-no but-" Kimberley tried to respond.

Carson frowned. "Is something else the matter?"

"Oh God she's pregnant!" Evan yelled.

Thatstopped Kimberley crying. She turned to Evan and glared. "I am not pregnant. I-I'm just really sad that they died."

"And?" Carson prodded. "They were going to sell you out to the Wraith, why else are you sad?"

"I miss Dara okay?" She whispered and crossed her arms. "The last time we didn't talk for this long was when I was an idiot and considering we've been in constant communication for over three and a half years, it gets a little lonely here."

"Well I'm sure Carson could help you not to be lonely." Woolsey stepped up to the plate and offered.

Everyone spun to look at him. Kimberley started coughing as Carson turned brick red.

"Dude, do you want her pregnant?" Mack called out of the silence.

"I meant with stock control!" Woolsey replied hotly.

"Oh I'm sure she can help with his stock control." Sanchez grinned and knocked the Scottish mans shoulder with his own.

"Will you all stop with the innuendoes?" Brent finally called out and everyone turned to look at him. 'What?'

Woolsey turned to the group and tried not to let his aggravation show. "I was merely stating that with Miss Baldwin gone, and with the complications that have happened with their transport, I am sure that Doctor Beckett can find you useful activities to occupy yourself and not destroy this base while doing so."

'I fell slightly insulted.' Kimberley pulled a face at Woolsey, but nodded.

"Are you sure you do not wish to talk to me about why you always associate Kimberley making the wrong choices and killing us all?" Baxter offered Woolsey, who simply glared at the British quack. "Or not."

Kimberley bit her lip, watched everyone go their own separate ways, and turned to look at the gate. 'I can't wait till Dara gets back; this place is too boring without her.'