This story just popped into my head. I don't know where it came from, haven't a clue where it is going. Not what I was looking to write when I sat down. but here it is.

I don't own anything but my own ideas...I just like playing in this sandbox.

PJS-819 was a Fuster Cluck waiting to happen. SG-8 had radioed that there were under enemy fire from the locals who were less than pleased with their presence, since they were there to rescue a team of Tokra that had crashed on the planet a few weeks before. Now, teams SG-1, 5, and 12 came in with guns blazing. A medical team, headed by Dr. Janet Frasier, and three Tokra, headed by Major Samantha Carter's Father, Jacob Carter, were headed back towards the gate. Teal'c had an injured member of SG-8 slung over his shoulder with Janet running in front of him. Daniel was already at the gate putting in the gate address with various members of the Tokra and SG 5, 8, and 12 laying cover or helping the wounded to the gate.

Jack, Sam, and Jacob were pulling up the rear taking out soldiers with their P-90 or Zats left and right. There was a moment when Jacob heard a female scream and turned to see Janet Frasier fall to the ground from one of the many weapons from the natives.

"Keep Going Teal'c, I'll get her." He yelled at the Jaffa as he ran towards the petite doctor.

Janet watched as Teal'c and the other SG teams went through the gate. Part of her brain wondering why they didn't wait, the other part filled the excruciating pain in her arm. Before she had time to worry much, the StarGate disengaged. Her pain addled mind thought that they had left her, abandoned her. Well Fuck.

"I'm sorry doctor." She heard a familiar voice state.

"Did all the injured get through?" was her first question.

"No, you are still here," she could have sworn she hear a smile in the voice. "All the rest did get through though."

"Good." Before she could say anything else another voice intruded.

"Is she dead?"

"NO!" A chorus of voices stated.

"Then get her up. You are all under arrest for trespassing, breaking into our prison system, and aiding and abiding known criminals of the Chadum people. If she can't walk we will take care of her now." The gruff voice stated.

"I'm up, I'm up." Janet stated as she strived to get up without using her wounded arm. She knew it was only a flesh wound, but it hurt like a son of a bitch.

She looked around, Sam and Jack were standing with their hands up as they were be divested of their weapons. What surprised her most, was finding that it was General Carter's voice that she had been hearing as she strived to control the pain, Odd, She thought, I always equated the General with being a bit gruff and over bearing. Huh. His voice is actually kind of sexy. Well, all of him is kind of sexy.

Fuck, she thought again, I must be going into shock. How on Earth did I go from finding him gruff and overbearing, to being sexy.

She looked around again and everyone was looking at her. Sam's eyes were bugging out, the Colonel was trying to look anywhere but at her, and the General's ears were pink.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?"

She knew she should be scared, terrified really, considering how many guns were pointed at them and how angry the owners of those guns looked. For some reason, It didn't seem to make any difference what so ever. Damnit, I've been shot

"It seems the woman is having an adverse reaction." She heard one of the soldiers say.

"Adverse reaction to what?" she stomped forward, "What the hell did you zap me with? Don't you know that is dangerous to do if you don't know alien physiology?"

She felt herself being pulled away from the towering man and placed behind the General.

"Like you said, she is having an adverse reaction. What exactly was it supposed to do in the first place?" Jacob asked

"She seemed important, so I shot her with a rauhoittava dart."

"You shot me with a RAT!" Janet was more than insensed. It is bad enough shot, but to be shot with at RAT is just wrong on so many levels. How am I supposed to conteract a fucking rat, I mean Seriously! "Oops, I'm talking out loud again, aren't I?" The soldier nodded. "Rauhoittava. Makes one euphoric and unable to lie." "Well, I hate to burst your bubble ass-hole, but I'm anything but euphoric, I am pissed. That hurt like a mother..." She went to claw his eyes out, but was caught by the General around the waste. Damn he is strong...nice and strong. I always liked a man with strong arms... "Janet!" "What?" "Looks like half of it worked sir." one of the soldiers told his superiors. "Seems so. Shoot them all. We have enough to contain even angry enimies. We need to know why they are here." "I can tell you that without you shooting anyone. We came to get our friends."

Jack snarked at the guy.

"But why were your friends here in the first place? That is the real question. We don't like strangers trying to cause unrest in our city or trying to take advantage of our people. Your people came through the ringed pool, nothing good has ever come to us through the ringed pool."

"Well, fuck!" Jacob heard behind him. He was amused at the language coming out of the small woman's mouth. He didn't know used such language, but then again, she is military, she should be used to it. Shortly after, he felt a stinging sensation radiate from his shoulder throughout his body.

"Son of a bitch." He exclaimed as he fell painfully to the ground. The last thing he heard being Janet Frasier saying "I know, Right!"