The door opened but Sam didn't even look up from her work. She could smell the waft of coffee that accompanied the person who'd just stepped in to the room. With a slight thunk' a disposable coffee cup was placed on the desk in front of her. The Major wordlessly took it and sipped at the caffeine based beverage.

I've spoken with the General. He wants a formal report. Sam looked up for the first time and stared briefly at the man in front of her. She swivelled her chair around in the makeshift office she'd been given and retrieved a sheet of paper from a stack behind her, placing it on the desk.

Colonel O'Neill picked up the paper after the Major went back to whatever she was writing. Glancing at the neat print and long words it was undeniably hers. She'd known the General would want a report and had already written it.

Jack nodded and stood, he could tell where he wasn't needed, or wanted for that matter. He couldn't blame her, he remembered all too vividly how he'd reacted over Orlin. And he was sure she remembered the psychiatric assessment.

I wanted to tell you. But I couldn't risk it, the SGC means to much to me. I understand if the General wants me transferred off SG-1. Jack turned where he stood in the doorway.

He doesn't want you transferred, he's concerned about the security aspect. He also realises, as do I that this may be a the motive behind the goa'uld being here. You're still on SG-1 just don't keep anything from me, if not as a friend, as your CO. Sam nodded and turned back to her work.

When had they lost the thread? Jack mused, when did it happen that his own 2IC didn't trust him. Shaking his head he took the report to read quietly and figure out how deep his Major was in.

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The woman hissed angrily as her companion pulled the bullet from her arm.

It'll heal. Spoke the woman who had been Abigail. She was now a slave, the true owner the one in command of the body was now Athena. She was on this godforsaken planet that she had given up and vacated centuries ago for a reason. She had lost her armies, had no-one left to worship her and began work as a mercenary. Unusual for a goa'uld true, but she found it rewarding nonetheless, as a woman (in a manner of speaking) who enjoyed the emotions associated with hunting down a sentient life and killing it. Plus the pay and kick backs weren't half bad either.

She wasn't the feared a revered goddess she had become during the grecian era on Earth, but she loved her work. And right now she had a Major that needed procuring and subduing so her employer could obtain what he in turn needed.

She finished up with her associate, and moved to the lap top she had set up. Their male counterpart was patrolling the perimeter, they had fallen back after Claudius had been shot. Claudius who, although male was currently residing in a female body, was also from the greek era that Athena had ruled.

Athena punched up her email on the little computer she waited patiently as there was a little happy ping!' that indicated mail was waiting. Just because Athena was a hired killer didn't mean she was completely cold hearted.

The email was from Emily, confirming detail they'd already discussed and inquiring as to how first contact had gone with the Major. Athena quickly jotted a small email back and clicked send.' The idea of their run in with the two Americans that day had not been to obtain the Major but to test her prey.

Athena smiled as a her computer made another sparkly little sound indicating the email had been successfully sent.

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Nym - 30/05/03

Okay, okay, it's been very long....too long, life caught up. But I'm back baby! Reviews made the writing flow....