The Diary of Jennifer Hailey

NOTES: Okay the style changed half way through Chapter One. That's how it will usually be now.

I got up at 6 o'clock sharp and made myself a cup of tea. I was only half awake, and had use of only one eye. The other seemed to be glued shut.

I couldn't stop yawning, which I have to admit is strange for me. I'm an early bird. At least, usually I am. I hadn't got much sleep that night, I'd been lying there thinking about my first day at the SGC.

So I carried my tea over to the dining table, and put the stereo on quietly. I needed some heavy rock music to wake me up, and Evanescence was just the thing I'd been looking for. I turned the volume down a little bit more, just in case.

I live in an apartment, so I have to be careful about noise. Jo at Number 11 is lovely, and she is totally cool, however Frank at Number 12 is creepy and he goes mental over anything. I think he's still pissed at me for turning him down.

He kept happening to be there when I left every morning, in the hall. He was creeping me out totally. He's like 6 feet (and I'm 4 feet 9) but I know I could take him if I had to. So I never said anything, just smiled, nodded, and walked off. But one day he asked if he could come over. When I said no, he didn't take it too well. I swear he's still manning his peep- hole every morning. Ugh.

Anyway, I have to watch the noise and whatever so I don't piss him off any further.

Once I'd finished my tea, I took a nice long bath (I hate showers, this apartment block was designed for giants like Teal'C, I can't really reach the shower head) and then got ready. I had breakfast last, and then grabbed the mail on my way out.

I recently bought an old car, Steven...he helped me pick it out, before he died on a mission. Every time I get in I still see and hear him. His backseat driving, which I hated. He hated being a passenger. And I can still hear him singing along to whatever crap was on the radio.

When I arrived at work, the sirens were going. I could hear the lovely Lieutenant Graham Simmons' voice announce that there was an SG team incoming, and that they needed a medical team. I wondered which team it was, and who was hurt. Did I know them? I shook my head and reminded myself I hadn't been called. I needed to go do my job. News travels quite fast in Cheyenne anyway. You wouldn't believe how much they love gossip. So, I knew I'd find out soon.

I found Whit was already working in the lab, and he greeted me without looking up from his project. "Morning."

"Hello, Doctor Whitney," I replied, putting on my new lab coat.

"It's Whit, remember?" He smiled, moving from his experiment to his laptop and typing some notes.

"Whit," I nodded. "So, I need to get started on the PL3 116 work?"

"Yes," he replied quietly, distracted by his work. At eleven, he cleared up and announced that he was done. He was very pleased, I think he'd been working on that for a while. He took off his lab coat and asked me if I wanted to grab a coffee.

I decided I deserved a ten-minute break, and we went off to the canteen. We had a very interesting conversation, and I over heard a few SFs talking on the table next to us. SG-1 had been hurt. I made a mental note to try and make up an ailment as an excuse to drop by the infirmary, and make sure they were okay. I didn't know them that well, but I was concerned.

The Gate sounded again at 12 on the dot, and I was actually called to the Gate Room. SG-6 had apparently found something that required my attention. My first PA call. I'll never forget that.

I must sound so dorky, mustn't I?

It's just so incredible, all of it.

I may come over all cocky and sure of myself. But I'm really not. I have been wondering if I really belong with all of these brilliant people.

General Hammond was in the Gate Room with Colonel Smith and Captain Heller. That explained why I had been called for over any of the other scientists. Heller was an old friend – well, sort of. Maybe old flame is a better description. We dated briefly in the Academy. Secretly. Before I fell in love with Steven.

The other two members had obviously left for the locker room or infirmary already. I saluted to the remaining officers, and took the device from Heller. "Wow, what have you found me, sirs?"

"Hails," 'Hells' grinned. Yep, that was us back then. Hails and Hells. "We found you a pretty toy to play with. We aren't sure what it is. That would be your job, right?"

"I guess it would be, yeah," I beamed. "I'll take this to the lab a.s.a.p."

"Be careful," The General warned.

"Yes sir," I nodded, and then left the room.

I spent all day trying to figure out what that thing was. And I couldn't. It was very annoying. But maybe I'll have better luck tomorrow. Once it turned five, Whit was straight out of the door. I told him I'd clear up and turn out the lights, and I did a few minutes later.

After that I did travel to the Infirmary, and poked my head around the door. I saw Doctor Jackson in a gown, in the bed on the end. He was propped up, scanning a magazine. I think it was a golfing one. I made my tenth mental note of the day to bring him something better. He looked up and smiled.

"Hello, Lieutenant," he said, chucking the magazine on to the end of the bed. "How are your first couple of days going?"

I crept past the sleeping Colonel in the middle, and stood at the end of the bed. "It's going well, thank you sir."

"I'm a civilian, you don't need to call me sir," he shrugged.

"Very well, Doctor Jackson," I replied. I knew he wanted me to call him Daniel, but it wasn't going to happen. Not until I was a few ranks higher, at least. "How are you?"

"Oh I'm okay, I just have a broken ankle. Janet's got me drugged up."

"Broken ankle and okay don't usually go together," I laughed. "Shall I bring you some better reading?"

"You little angel," he nodded. "Were you after Janet? She was around, a minute ago."

"Yeah, I was just after some hayfever tablets is all. Can wait, or better yet, GP," I lied. "Are the rest of SG-1 okay?"

"Major Carter is still asleep, she had a head wound. Teal'C is with her, in a room. O'Neill as you can see, is asleep. He got drugged by some local women who thought he was attractive. Apparently it's the women you've gotta watch, on their planet," Daniel sighed. "He's fine."

"Good," I said. "Well, I'll bring some books from your lab in a second. If I can find anything that looks entertaining."

"I hear Argosian texts are a hoot," O'Neill quipped from across the room. I giggled, as I watched Daniel shake his head and smile.

"I don't have any," He replied. I decided I'd leave them to it.

"I'll go and find Doctor Frasier, and I'll be back later." I told him. I found a couple of magazines and books that might do, and took them down, and then headed for the elevator.

I was almost sad that my second day hadn't been that eventful. And then I thought about Major Carter and SG-1, and decided it was probably for the best.

Besides, there's always tomorrow. It's quite likely something exciting will happen then.