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.
"Dr. Fraiser!" I yelled.
"She's fine. Alien's sitting in her bed doing God only knows what..." Dr. Fraiser reassured me.
"Can I see her?" I interrupted before adding a cautious "Sir." The doctor hesitated a moment before answering.
"Sure, Davis. Just let me warn you..."
"Thanks, Doc, you're the greatest." I ran out of Dr. Fraiser's office making a mental promise to buy her a round sometime. I pushed through the privacy curtain to see Sarge sitting up in her bed typing away furiously on a laptop. "Hey, Sarge. Whatcha doin'?" I asked joyously. My 2IC was back to normal and I was a happy camper.
"Well, we finished our mission reports about the P8W-97A and the telepathy incidents. So now we're typing up Jamie's and Sniper's mission reports about the planet while they get to work on the telepathy ones. You know, sir, we still haven't gotten either one of your's. You should probably go work on that." Never once did she stop typing or look up at me.
"I'll...uh...I'll go do...that...now, Sarge." I slid out from behind the curtains, praying to every god I could think of that the talking thing wasn't permanent. It was almost like listening to somebody read a paper off the Internet where the author didn't know that the space bar had a purpose.
"I tried to warn you, Davis, " Dr. Fraiser sing-songed at me.
"Yes, sir, you did. How much coffee did you give her?"
"Not as much as you think," Dr. Fraiser said as she checked an SF's hand. Apparently, he had come into contact with Sarge during her 'we-will-not-go-back-you-can't-make-us' period. "She's only had two cups, but..." she shrugged as she stood up. "Alien is obviously sensitive to caffeine, too."
"At least, she isn't allergic to it," I said trying to find the silver lining. Dr. Fraiser smiled back. "I want to apologise for my earlier behaviour. There was no excuse. So...how about I buy you a drink to make up for it?"
"7:00. I want you to pick me up in here. Dress nice. Not BDUs or jeans. We're gonna have a girl's nite out, Davis." Dr. Fraiser beamed at me as she ushered me in her office and shut the door. "Sit down, Davis." I sat in the big, comfy chair I always sit in.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not a girl. So we can't have a girl's nite out."
"Call me, Janet, Davis." Her eyes did that weird twinkly thing and I realised she knew. "Besides, you don't have to be a girl to have a girl's nite out. You just have to appreciate hot guys in tight clothing...or little clothing...or no clothing."
"Janet..." I warned.
"I'm not asking and you're not telling. We're just...looking." I laughed at that. Janet wouldn't tell anybody; she was a friend. And she'd seen me naked more times that my mom.
"See you at seven, Janet." I walked out of her office and headed to Sarge's. Sarge's stuff was nicer than my own and I knew where she hid the Merlot. Huh, I wonder if she ever found out about the yoghurt.
A/N: I decided to do all my rambling down here. Davis and Alien are actually based on real people.
Davis: Partially, my grammar obsessed sister who constantly tells me 'if all the Star Trek aliens can speak english, you can do it'. The rest of him is made up of John David, my english teacher, Casey, and Heather. Go figure.
Alien: The little outbursts are all me, sorry about that. The needle/infirmary hating is my sister. The yelling in multiple languages actually comes from my friend the physics/anthropology major, or Annie. The rest is the librarian at school, my other sister, my english teacher, and Ashley.
I love all the aforementioned people for letting me do this to them. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry. If I'm not careful, my inner meglomaniac tries to escape.
Please, review. And as always CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is respected. And most likely acted on.
