A/N: This is my first SG fic ever. I came home from the A.P. exam from hell and it was just screaming to come out. AU, because the only thing I ever remember them saying about SG-10 was they were the team that got sucked into the black hole. Obviously, this SG-10 is not that team. I'm thinking that they were probably the 'lost' team's replacements. Also, if SG-10 was investigating a black hole, I doubt they were a black ops unit. This SG-10 changed functions about the same time they were replacing the old team. Yes, Manda, Dionne Warwick is the psychic lady with the friends. Also, slight spoiler for Atlantis episode "38 Minutes." Slight as in, if you haven't seen it, you won't notice the spoiler.

This is unbetaed so I'm fairly certain all the characters you know and love are gonna by OOC. Tell me. I really want to get this right, so if my Jack does something stupid, tell me. Or if you don't like something. Or anything. Since I'm new at this I want you guys to help. Just be polite about it. Several people have given me ideas, so I've reworked it and am reuploading it. It's basically the same, but it's set up the way it is on my LJ. That means don't freak about it having more chapters, it's just the same chapters in smaller pieces.

On a totally unrelated matter, aren't all fanfics AUs? I mean, if we had to write them, it obviously didn't happen on the show and as such isn't canon.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Stargate. Gekko does. (That always makes me think of the little lizard with the British accent.) Some other people own it as well. They are all much richer. The basic ideas for this fic came from Danvers and Anais. Read the SG-15 stuff and Dr. Jackson's Diary. They are hilarious. Somebody warned me so I decided to put a blanket thing on all my stories (het, slash, gen,) Please, bring an open mind. Remember, everyone's life is not the same.


The infirmary should be a lot closer to the 'Gate room, I found myself thinking as I marched Sarge into the room in question.

"No, it shouldn't," she said waspishly as I led her to her bed. That's right her bed. People often joked about Dr. Jackson and Col. O'Neill having their own beds reserved. Sarge actually had one that she had claimed and got extremely offended if she found anyone else in it. Now that we were actually in the infirmary, my 2IC was amazingly calm, even if she did have a resigned air about her. I watched as she perked up at something over my shoulder.

"Sgt. Siler!" she called. I turned and looked at a bewildered looking Major Sam Carter as she came out from behind a privacy curtain.

"Good try, Sarge. He isn't here."

"Raspberry yoghurt." Now it was my turn to look at Sarge like she was nuts. "Oh, gods. What is it about raspberry yoghurt?" I spun back around and stared at Carter. She had turned bright pink and made a dash for the door. The male members of SG-1 sat on the beds directly across from Sarge and gave me the same confused look that I knew I was giving them. "It'll come to the surface, sir! Just you wait!"

"She can't hear you, Sarge. Major Carter's in Tijuana by now." I muttered as I heard the tinkling laughter that meant Dr. Fraiser was nearby.

"Davis," she greeted me warmly pulling the privacy curtains around my 2IC's bed. "Thank you for looking for her. Where did you find her?"

"Control room talking to Siler and Davis. Had a hell of a time getting her back here. I'm fairly certain I have bruises on my bruises. And she nearly attacked a Major Paul Davis."

Dr. Fraiser tisked sympathetically before handing patient scrubs to Sarge and becoming the CMO. "When did this happen?"

"The attacking Major Davis? About..."

"The telepathy."

"I'm pretty sure it started on the planet. But none of us realised anything was going on until we got on this side of the 'Gate." I said looking as a nurse patched the particularly nasty bruise on Teal'c's arm.

"That's what Jamie said," Dr. Fraiser said as she turned toward Sarge as my psychic friend pulled the curtains back. "Can you think of any particular thing you may have touched on the planet that could've done this?"

"No, sir. Everything we touched, everybody else touched. Are we the only one exhibiting symptoms?" Sarge asked pulling at the ill-fitting top.

"So far, yes." Dr. Fraiser pulled out the clipboard. "Sorry, honey, but you know the drill." She took down particulars before trying to think things at Sarge. After the tenth thing my 2IC knew, Dr. Fraiser gave up. "I'm sorry, Alien. I know how much you hate him, but I think I may need to call Dr. MacKenzie."

"NO! HELL NO!"

"Sorry, but I'm doing it no matter what you say."

"WE'LL LEAVE! THINK WE WON'T!" I noticed one of the nurses talking to Teal'c and moved out the way acting like I was afraid of Sarge. "NO! PAS VOUS ESSAI IL!" No clue what that means, but obviously, the jig was up since the psychic moved to get up. Teal'c quickly moved across the infirmary and held my 2IC down to the bed so the nurses could put the restraints on her. Sarge continued to shriek in French with a random Arabic word every now and then. I didn't understand the first word of it, but judging by the look on Dr. Jackson's face, I didn't want to.

"I'm very sorry, Alien, but it's for your own good," Dr. Fraiser said as she motioned me to follow her. We climbed the stairs that led to the observation deck. I've never understood why anyone felt they needed to be able to look at sick people who weren't in surgery or isolation, but I suppose that's why I'm the explosive expert and not the medic.

"I'm worried; I haven't been able to draw Alien's blood, yet, but I'm fairly certain it's a disease." She spoke so softly that at first I didn't even realise she was talking. "I did..." Our conversation was interrupted as Sarge chose that moment to start shrieking.

"ARGH! STOP THINKING YOU, DIRTY, DIRTY, OLD MAN!" I laughed; partially, at her choice of words and partially because she's the only person in the universe other than SG-1 and General Hammond who would yell at Jack O'Neill.

"I didn't get a blood work on any of your team. It was a routine post-mission check-up. Nobody was exhibiting any weird symptoms that needed blood to be drawn. Nobody even realised there was a problem until Alien left," Dr. Fraiser continued as if the outburst had never happened.

"And that was after Private Harrison and Medic Bliss had already left," I said sighing. We both knew they had to be called back down for tests, but neither of us wanted to make that call.

"What is she doing?" Dr. Fraiser was staring down at Sarge. Somehow, she had managed to get out of her restraints and was talking to the remaining members of SG-1. Carrying her clothes, my 2IC began to creep toward the infirmary door. "Oh no, she doesn't!" Dr. Fraiser started as she moved toward the stairs, but I suddenly stopped her by putting my hand on her arm. I had no clue why I did it as we watched Sarge duck into a supply closet and close the door firmly behind her. I didn't even have time to count to five before the infirmary door swung open and in walked Dr. MacKenzie.

I'd never seen Sarge genuinely mad at anybody. Ticked off from time to time: yes. But she was always willing to forgive. Until she met Dr. Mac. I have no clue what he did to her, but everyone on the base knows what she allegedly did to him. My 2IC (supposedly maliciously) drove Dr. Mac to be committed. How she did it is the stuff of legends; the only two people who know won't tell so everyone makes up their own version.

Dr. Mac stalked into the infirmary and looked around angrily. He turned to the men of SG-1 and snapped something at them that we couldn't hear from where we were. As one, they pointed out the door of the infirmary. Both of us jumped at his scream of rage as he stormed out of the infirmary; presumably, to find Sarge. After a ten count, the door to the storage closet opened and Sarge tiptoed out carrying her clothing. Dr. Fraiser and I tensed prepared to chase her out the door. Instead, she returned to her bed and sat on the edge.

"I need to get a blood sample," Dr. Fraiser said as she moved toward the door.

"Doctor..."

"Don't worry so much, Davis. Alien'll be fine." I followed her down the steps.

"Actually, I was gonna ask if Cassie liked her birthday present."

"What did you get her?" Dr. Fraiser asked.

"Um..."

"Oh, no! Davis, how could you have gotten her that Black Sabbath CD?"

"Sorry, Dr. Fraiser, but every kid needs to experience Ozzy back when he was still the Prince of F'in Darkness."

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I winced a little as I watched Dr. Fraiser pull the needle from Sarge's arm.

"Good job, Alien. I know how you feel about needles," Dr. Fraiser said. "And the infirmary. That's why I'm glad you're being so calm about having to stay here until we figure this out."

"CE QUI?" Sarge shrieked. "NO! NO! NO! We did not agree to stay in the infirmary! Do you know what we can do with this...new found ability? It's an amazing thing for an intelligence officer to have! We have to go test some of our theories while we have the chance!"

"No, Alien, you have to stay here until I can fix you," Dr. Fraiser said calmly and patiently.

"No! No d'enfer! We're not staying!" Sarge made a move to get up and I did the first thing that popped into my mind. I jumped on top of my 2IC and pinned her to the bed.

"I'm sorry, Sarge, but it's for your own good."

"We're sorry, too, sir." The next thing I knew she hit me and rolled me off the bed. I hit the floor on the side of the bed facing the door with a sick thud and blacked out for a second. Crouched on the floor, tears filling my eyes, clutching the offended area and barely able to breathe, I stared up at my 2IC. She had my 9mm and was pointing it at me. "Extremely sorry about that, sir, but it had to be done. For the good of the base, we can't let you keep us in here." Out the corner of my eye, I saw Teal'c try to get up. "Aray kree, big boy! Anybody moves and we will shoot the lieutenant. "

"Davis, are you okay?" Dr. Fraiser asked concerned.

"Yes, ma'am. Just think she cracked my breastbone."

"Breastbone? Why the hell didn't she kick you in the balls?" a slightly amused voice asked. I tried to glare at Col. O'Neill, but it was too much of an effort.

"Because we didn't want to blow the building sky high, Sir." Sarge was still backing up toward the door making sure I was where she could shoot me. "If you don't mind us asking, sir...why do you still have grenades in your boxers, if we're in the SGC?"

"Do you pay attention to the stuff that happens around here? Alien takeovers; diseases; general insanity; Hathor; this."

"Good point." And with that, Sarge was gone.


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