(A/N: Thanks a lot for the reviews, I wasn't going to post another chapter to this, but I had some requests for it so why not? I hope you all enjoy it.)

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Colonel Samantha Carter was bombarded with the day's trying agenda as soon as she woke up only to find herself in her lab hunched over her keyboard with an urgent technician talking at speeds that she was certain were anatomically impossible, and she was sure it was probably due to one of the many alien devices scattered around her lab that she hadn't yet been able to decipher.

Glancing at her watch she noticed she had merely been able to grab a ten-minute nap and soon her bleary mind that had been running on a simple hour of sleep the entire month since she'd been promoted was protesting her physical efforts to stand and begin walking.

She had pulled yet another all-nighter…it was completely necessary with her current workload…at least that's the excuse she would be giving the General.

She did her best to listen intently to the many scientists and technical advisors that were crowded around her and arguing amongst themselves in a monotonous chorus that she was bitterly accustomed to, about certain priorities on projects and which theories could and could not be tested.

What the majority of the white-coated men and women bustling in orbit around her did not realize is that with her new rank had come new responsibilities. Now she had to attend more meetings about strategically military conscious advancements on their enemies while in the field, more briefings for green pilots about the latest spacecraft they'd managed to whip up, assist the SGC's elite team of engineers (although most often it was more like they were assisting her) with the most recent improvements on their weaponry and other such gadgets…etcetera.

She could no longer focus the largest amount of her working shift into roaming the labs and fixing or aiding or otherwise taking complete command on whatever problem—project, whatever project they had managed to web themselves into.

"Colonel, the nuclei energy containment field is not responding well to the pressure intake of…"

"Oh, Miss Carter, glad I caught you, you're going to have to run a diagnostic on the mineral samples brought back from…"

"Samantha, there is no way we can put this off much longer, Area 51 is clamoring for the entity to be shipped to their faculty in less than…"

"Ma'am, you have a lecture to give the new recruits on handling the X-302…"

She was truthfully meaning to take an interest in what everyone was saying…seriously, she really was making an effort…but you try combining the very minimal length of sleep the human body was capable of while still managing to function and throw in a sizeable portion of frenzied scientists and low ranking Airmen blithering in your presence for all different reasons and see how well you fair.

Sam needed a slight escape from this particular morning ritual, so she eyed the hallway they were hurrying down and tried to understand the most suitable means of retreat.

There…

Daniel's office…

Door slightly ajar…

Target located…

Fire!

Sharp and quick, using every tactical advantage she had ever learned when faced with a hostile enemy, (oh yes, a mix of insatiable scientists and overly nice Airmen at almost eight a.m. definitely constituted the title of Hostile Enemy) and easily she snuck out of her audience and into the private asylum of her friend's workspace.

Shutting the door behind her she listened as the catastrophic humming of the militia/civilian hive tapered off into the distance, probably not even noticing she was no longer among them.

Daniel looked up at her without much disturbance in his expression.

Sometimes she thought it might be wise to analyze the man for precognitive abilities.

She ungracefully flopped into a chair and acknowledged Teal'c's presence in the room just before shutting her eyes and slouching down in her seat for a well deserved rest.

But the moment she began tricking herself into believing she might actually receive some form of relaxation, Daniel's all too calming voice broke into her peaceful cloud to announce, "We have a team meeting with Jack today, we should get going"

"Indeed" Teal'c added, and she swore his tone conveyed the barest indication of amusement.

At that moment she had the incredible urge to pull a Jack O'Neill and utter something along the lines of 'Bite-me'.

This thought was unfortunately a bit too unsettling and she was roused from her comatose state with hints of reluctance before she could mutter a very uncharacteristic suggestion.

She stood…

Glared.

Glared some more…

Turned.

Began to walk…

And thankfully, with little interruption, SG-1 was able to enter Jack's office unscathed by any fleeting contact with that group of hostile enemies she loathed more than the Trust.

Daniel gave her his concerned glance when she repeated in Jack's office what she had done in his a few moments earlier upon their arrival. Only this time she leaned against his desk facing the open entryway, waiting impatiently for her CO.

Less than five minutes passed and the sound of buzzing voices could be heard approaching the base commander's office.

And then something very uncalled for and unexpected happened.

Walter said something to Jack.

Jack stopped dead less than a yard away from his designated office.

Kerry Johnson's eyes grew wide.

Sam's jaw dropped.

Jack's word rang in the now silent hallway.

"What I NEED, Davis, is CARTER!!!"

At the very same instant, Sam convinced herself desperately that she was still asleep in her lab…very much asleep…very much cooking up this impossible scenario with her own subconscious.

Jack did not seem too upset at what he had just confessed. But Kerry Johnson was armed with one hell of an expression.

Sam thought she must be so low on sleep she was having odd hallucinations. That's it…think rational…there's a very well laid out formula for this kind of mental deception…there is an equation floating on some genius' hard drive somewhere in the known galaxy that explains in absolute precision the reason for the behavior from your commanding officer you have just witnessed…

Yet still her mouth was gaping…

Okay…if a scientific mentality will not erase this situation, than a military approach might be best…something very regulated…and above all rational…very, very, very, rational…

"Um…what did you need me for, sir?" of course! It was probably a report that was due; a diplomatic input into some off-world negotiations, a quick update on her team's efficiency…anything.

"Nothing, Carter" he said a bit too gently as he gave her an intense gaze that had all the qualities of an engulfing inferno.

As if an Asguard beam had suddenly overtaken them, the group of zealous officers and assistance quickly fled from view as though never having been there.

And Kerry Johnson disappeared along with them…after cursing like a Goa'uld of course.

Jack seemed rather pleased with the result of his out burst and strolled into his office looking just peachy.

She envied him his resolve.