Title : The Stargate Affair Part three

Author : Kriss "KD³" Dremak

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Category : Cross over /Man From Uncle

Status : this episode finished by will be a continuing series

Warning : none

Rating : PG

Spoilers : Mention death of a character

Archived : (always) SG1h/c zone/ Crossgate

: all others let me know but sure!

Summary : AU/ and or possible missing scene.

.prequel to "The New President Affair"

no one beta'd this but me so beat me !

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1 Stargate, SG-I, the Goa'uld and all other characters who have appeared in the series STARGATE The characters mentioned in this story are the property of and Gekko Film Corp. The SG-1 together with the names, titles and back story are the sole copyright property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp., Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. Partnership. This Fanfic is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and solely meant for entertainment. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author.

© 2004 kd3 Tales from the Gate Kriss Dremak


Act Two Scene Two

"She's a pit bull with lipstick..."

Major Paul Davis, aka Salvador Solo, sat sipping his first cup of espresso. It was his one quirk that amused others and seemed to be the last thin ribbon to his true identity. He needed the fortification for his first appointment. The sound of high heels pounding down the hallway towards his office could be heard though his oak door.

"There is a Captain Kurn on her way," announced his assistant from the intercom. The sound of fear in the Master Sergeants voice. One of three reactions usually inspired by I.K., fear, arousal or loathing, but all were accompanied by a healthy respect. Even aware of her arrival he involuntarily jumped when he heard the harsh knuckle rapping on his door.

"Come." Did his voice squeak?

The door opened no make that erupted and Captain Ida Kurn nee Illyanova Myca Kuryakin stepped in.

"Close the door behind you, and lock it Captain." Davis ordered giving her his strongest iron look. His order was quickly complied with.

"Begging the Major's pardon, but what the hell are you doing dragging me off a murder case? I'm about to get a conviction on that wife killing son of a bitch...." Ida planted both hands on Davis's desk.

"Stand down airman!" Davis snapped and was surprised it worked. "Have a seat and an espresso. You have new orders" He pointed to a chair and then turned around for another cup that he had ready for her like she liked it, strong, three of the pink artificial sweeteners and a twist of lemon.

The blond officer accepted the cup sat back and crossed her surprisingly long and well-shaped legs with out tugging down her blue dress uniform skirt. Her full lips glossed with a shimmer of peach turned up in a almost evil smile as she sipped the volatile liquid.

"Where do the orders come from?" She asked after a sip of the espresso was savored.

"From the Joint Chiefs and the Director."

"Director? CIA?"

"No, U.N.C.L.E." Davis commented evenly.

Ida coughed up coffee and tried to recover quickly, "From Napoleon?"

"My dad said to tell you it was an order. IK this is what we've been waiting for. I have been involved with it and so has Auggie and now we need you."

IK's blue eyes narrowed. "Sal, this is more than just Air Force isn't it?"

"I think you may even have a tough time believing this." Sal slid a file across the desk. "You're going to need more espresso, just let me know when."

It didn't take her more than an hour and several of the small cups of coffee but it was not the massive ingestion of caffeine that had set her nerves to the surface and her hands to have the slightest of tremors

"Is this for real?" Illyanova, better know to all as IK, asked taking off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose. "This reads like science fiction."

"Very real and it is science fact. You are being assigned to be part of a team called SG9. It is the diplomatic team. You are also going to be the defacto JAG officer. Your duties will be explained to you when you get to Area 52. Captain you have the rest of the day to pack. Arrangements have already been made for your belongings to be shipped to housing at Peterson, till you can find an apartment or house. "

"Me a diplomat? Okay I can write the treaties up and do the JAG things but I hate snow. I'm more the desert type." IK grimaced.

"Don't worry about that it only averages 15 to 16 inches of precipitation a year in Colorado Springs. You're not going to be seeing much of the area anyway. Now, Captain you better get going I'll pick you up at 1600 we have a flight to catch. "

For one of the few times in their life Sal witnessed a stunned, speechless, and confused Illyanova. He could only cherish the moment briefly; he was sending a lawyer off to travel wormholes.

"And IK here," he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "This is where he can be reached, he knows all about your new assignment."

Thin fingers touched the paper as if it was on fire but slipped it into her breast pocket. IK snapped a perfect salute and about faced from the office.


Twenty-Four hours later Level 26 the SGC Briefing room.

Hammond looked at the folders in front of him then at those assembled on at the table. Colonel Jack O'Neill , C. O. of SG1 and his second in command to his left, Dr. Daniel Jackson, the historian, archeologist, linguist with his mop of sandy hair, to his right, Major Stan Kovac the C.O. of SG9 and high in the food chain of SGC command . Hammond felt secure leaving the Major with the keys if necessary and finally Captain Samantha Carter the girl genius physicist next to Dr. Jackson.

"Okay people we've reviewed the new personnel. One of our last has just arrived, Major Kovac if you will." Hammond gestured and the Major smiled.

"Okay, after discussions with the Pentagon we have asked for additional personnel for SG9. Colonel I know you even grasp the need for a diplomatic team. We have been lucky enough to have the JAG and Pentagon reassign one Captain Ida Kurn to us. She is one of the chief JAG officers with an impressive record in the court room."

"A lawyer?" Jack O'Neill made an openhanded gesture to her file.

"She is going to be more than that Colonel." Hammond slammed any further discord out of his Colonel.

"Jack, she doesn't like to lose and she almost never does. There is a joke about her in DC. What's the difference between Captain Kurn and a pit-bull?" Kovac continued dropping the protocol.

"Lipstick!" Sam snickered. The men looked at her like dogs that had just heard an odd noise heads slightly cocked and confusion in their eyes. "Captain Kurn wears lipstick, dogs don't!" Sam elucidated knowing she was wasting her time. "Sheeeshhh" she muttered under her breath.

"Anyway this will be of interest to you too Doctor Jackson, she is a legal historian, with her main interest being in ancient Greek and Egyptian law. She can quote HAMMURABI'S CODE OF LAWS and apparently reads it from the original script. She reads Latin, Greek, Akadian, Aramaic, Hebrew, and a couple of others. Modern languages she speaks Russian, French, Hebrew and Farsi. "

"What does she do when she isn't, rescuing kittens from trees, defending the down trodden and or deflecting bullets with her magic bracelets?" Jack wise assed.

"Jack I speak 23 languages and have multiple degrees." Daniel offered, "Oh, and then there is Sam here. Sam when was the last time we rescued a kitten?" Daniel shut up after getting a gelid glance from the Colonel.

"I don't remember Daniel, maybe because I left my cape in the locker room." Sam quipped back to Daniel. Though the both fell under Jack's grim glance they shared a secret smile and a snort of humor.

"So she is going to do what?" Jack asked getting bored and already predetermining he was going to be thrown into a coma with a legal scholar on board.

"Well, she is going to be able to help us with the legal aspects laws and different law and customs of the societies we meet. She might be helpful next time SG1 gets sent to a prison world like P3X775." Stan looked at Hammond with a sly twinkle to his hazel eyes.

Jack inclined his head in embarrassment. The whole Linea incident was still too fresh in their minds. Daniel and Sam looked at each other then at the Colonel sharing his discomfort.

"So where is the new girl genius?" Jack still was not about to hide is irritation.

"She's getting the nickel tour; Sergeant Siler is showing her around. They should be coming into the embarkation room about now." Stan went on to say.

Jack didn't ask to be dismissed he had to check the new officer out, Daniel was a step behind and Kovac was in step with him.

"Stan tell me she isn't some kind of genius really, like she is going to under stand all of Carter's physics and stuff like quantum theories...." Jack asked Stan as they stepped into the gate room.

Sergeant Siler was standing with a woman of maybe 5'6 with a nice hourglass shape even under her Blue uniform. Her legs were shapely with some definition so she wasn't totally a desk jockey. She was attractive but she was purposefully working hard on being plain. The Captain achieved the deception with a simple hair cut, little make up save for a light shimmer of lipstick on full cupid bow lips and black ugly rimmed glasses that were attempting to conceal polar blue eyes, another beautiful blond on board who was close to the same age as Samantha Carter. She had the attention of many of the healthy males in the room.

"This keeps up and they were going to have to keep Sam and the new girl locked up during the rutting season." Hammond thought looking down from the control room.

"Actually Jack I checked up on her and from what I understand she has a hard time balancing her check book." Kovac smirked. It was true that the Captain had an airman specifically to figure out her personal finances. It wasn't a matter or intelligence but rather, Kovac believed, that she just had too much going on in that brain of hers to even bother with things like check books and utility bills. There was also that compartmentalization thought process that lawyers were known for, able to open the right file cabinet when needed but when not in the courtroom or lawyer mode frequently helpless and confused over the mundane.

On the other hand that knowledge moved her up a notch in Jack's book. The gate began to turn and as Siler was explaining the general principle of wormhole theory and how the gate worked the seventh Chevron was encoded. SG 3 entered the room geared up. Jack was standing directly behind the Captain when the gate flushed side ways.

"Holy Crap!" Kurn gasped stepping back from the event horizon as it folded back into just the shimmering wall. Jack was behind her and she bounced off of him, instinctively he had his hands out which came to rest on her shoulders.

"Steady airman," Jack so enjoyed the first reaction of all the newbies.

Kurn twirled on him. "Colonel." She saluted sharply, Jack answered with a light touch of his long thin fingers to his forehead.

"Siler explaining the gate and gate travel to the Captain here?" He asked playfully,

Kovac sighed he could already see Jack had a new victim to antagonize, like he did with Daniel Jackson. The Colonel liked to pick on the way smarter ones as a defense and facade. Jack was making a mistake when it came to Ida. Her reputation had it that she had made a General breakdown on the witness stand.

"Understand any of that worm hole travel stuff Captain?" Jack asked with mock seriousness as he watched Captain Kurn open mouth gape as SG3 proceeded through the gate.

"The Sergeant lost me somewhere around "Event Horizon." I didn't understand a freakin' word of it." The Captain shook her head in dismay. Her voice was alto rich with layers of accents and Jack heard them. English may not have been her first language.

"Don't worry Captain; they will keep trying to explain it to you over and over and over and over and over to you. It will hurt for awhile but eventually that part of your brain will just go dead." Jack liked her honesty and patted her on the back.

"Jack before you really mess her up I am going to take her to meet Dr. Jackson and the General." Stan ushered the lawyer off leaving the jovial Colonel suddenly in a very dark mood.

The innocent touch to the petite Captain's back had been revealing. Under his brief touch and under her uniform jacket he felt the distinct straps not of her bra but of a shoulder holster. Now why would a lawyer be packing heat?

End of

The Stargate Affair.

More adventures to come for our covert threesome as they continue to become integral members of the

2080 revised 6/7/2004 6:19:16 PM