Disclaimer: I don't own Mutant X or Stargate SG-1. Marvel and Tribune Entertainment owns Mutant X. MGM, Showtime, and Sci-fi Channel owns Stargate SG-1. It's not for profit.

(A/N: This takes place somewhere in season 2 of Mutant X and season 7 of Stargate. This is my first Mutant X/Stargate fic I've written. Then again, this is probably the only Mutant X and Stargate x-over out there. The first two chapters are Stargate only. I need feedback. Enjoy!)

"Alliances of Sorts"

Ch. 1

(Int. SGC, Infirmary)

The rest of SG-1and I had to go to the infirmary after our latest mission we had just returned from. I sat on one of the infirmary beds waiting for Dr. Fraiser to check me over. She wanted to do it herself. I am: how should I say this? I am special. Yeah, that describes me pretty well.

I fiddled with my necklace. It was a phoenix that had a pair of elegant wings that looked like fire. On the back of the pendant it had some very old Ancient Egypt (not Goa'uld) writing that read: 'Inside the heart of one so pure, a spirit of fire sleeps within.' I have been trying to figure out what this means. But, I haven't figured it out.

I looked around at my team mates. Dr. Jackson had the usual cuts and bruises; Teal'c had broken his arm; Colonel O' Neill had a huge gash on his forehead that needed stitches. In fact, the people who didn't get hurt were Major Carter and I.

"Hey, Nicole," Janet greeted me.

"Hey, Janet," I said. "Do I really have to do this? We both know that I'm perfectly healthy."

"I know. But rules are rules," she told me. "Besides, General Hammond wants me to keep a special eye on you."

I pulled my auburn hair behind my ears. Dr. Fraiser examined both of my ears. She then took a look at my green eyes.

"Why?" I asked.

Janet put a thermometer in my mouth.

"Come on. You should know the answer to that by now," she said. "Hammond has a special place in his heart for the members of SG-1. "

The thermometer beeped. Dr. Fraiser took it.

"Yes, I know that. But, I've only been a part of the SGC for a little over a year now, and a member of SG-1 for a few months. That, to me, doesn't seen a long enough time to trust anybody," I told her.

"If General Hammond doesn't trust you, then you wouldn't be here for the amount of time that you have been here," Janet reasoned with me. "Well, you're perfectly healthy."

"I told you," I said with a small smile.

"Have you been experiencing anything strange with your abilities?" she asked.

"No," I said blankly.

"Have you felt like you're not in control with them lately?" Dr. Fraiser asked.

"Something is wrong, isn't there?" I looked at her. "Janet, what's wrong?"

Janet sighed heavily.

"I got your latest blood work back. Your DNA structure is changing," she began.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"You know that when it comes to your DNA, I am way out of my league." she said. "It could mean that your powers could be evolving. I'm gonna take some more tests."

"We have a Debriefing in 45 minutes, though. So make it quick," I told her.

"I'll be done by then. That gives me plenty of time," Dr. Fraiser said to me in a cheerfully way.

To be continued . . .