A/N: I'm so sorry guys, I just sort of lost interest in the story…I did warn you all that I'm not good at long fics and this might only make it to six chapters. So I'm going to finish this up now and hopefully you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for all the reviews.

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Amanda was muttering to herself and furiously scribing the translations she still had seven whole days to finish.

SG-1 was scheduled to go off-world in twenty minutes and she should have been suiting up at the moment, but the preliminaries of the ancient, albeit currently occupied buildings, the MALP had collected visual data on had similar texts written on their walls.

And if she could just scribble out the rest of the scroll translations she'd be able to have a clearer understanding of what those writings meant. Not to mention a quick reference guide.

"Eureka, eureka" Amanda muttered excitedly when the last sentence was transcribed in English on her notepad. She hurriedly grabbed her already kitted out backpack and shoved her study materials inside along with a fresh journal to take notes and proceeded to rush to the locker rooms.

She raced by Lif'kel and Jacob who were just now exiting the team outfitting area, "Doctor Jackson, so help me if you're a second late this time…!" the Major shouted behind him, obviously in full soldier mode.

Amanda used her less-than-three-minute-dresser skills, and managed to dash back down the maze of corridors leading to the embarkation room just a fraction of a moment before the 'Gate was activated.

She gave Jacob a smug smile and shifted her heavy pack, pleased with herself for being able to run so fast with such an outrageous load of equipment.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" was O'Neill's reluctant response to her achievement, as they headed up the ramp and through the rippling wormhole.

Amanda hoped that the natives the MALP had discovered on this planet would be friendly enough to let her snoop around their in-use temples.

As they exited the Stargate to find themselves in the unfamiliar surroundings of an alien world, groups of humanoid looking people were there to greet them. Amanda deduced immediately, although unnecessarily, as the information had already been provided to her, that these aliens had been indigenous to earth at one point.

Possibly of Celtic decent judging by their colorful yet simple apparel.

"Welcome!" a few hundred voices chorused together in a most jovial tone.

"Either these folks have been hitting the booze or we've finally met people who are actually happy to see us," Jacob said between teeth that were clenched into a tight smile.

Amanda ignored him and grinned politely at their hosts, "Hello" she said while stepping down the stone staircase that was set at the bottom of the 'Gate.

A young, handsomely impish looking man pushed his way to the front of the crowd to greet her eagerly and Jacob's eyes momentarily darkened when the man took Amanda's hand and kissed it lightly, "We are so pleased to have such exotic visitors"

"And we're pleased that you have offered to accommodate our team for the initiation of an alliance with earth" Amanda replied predictably, although what she was truly thankful for was that these people seemed amiable enough to let her weasel her way into their temple.

"I am Dankush, the leader of this division of our tribe" the man introduced himself.

"I am Amanda Jackson, this is Lif'kel, and sparkling personality over there is Jacob" she introduced in her sweetly sarcastic manner that made Dankush hum amusedly.

O'Neill growled low in his throat, throttling into full Alpha Male mode. He sensed a threat. And Oma be damned if he was going to loose the unwitting object of his affections to some alien leader in goofy attire. His father had almost made that mistake on too many close call occasions when it had come to his feelings for Samantha.

Lif'kel gave him a weary glance out of the corner of his eye as Dankush and the rest of the villagers escorted them away from the Stargate and towards the center of their charming little city, Dankush having linked his arm with Amanda's and focusing all his attention on her as he discussed the possibilities of opening regular channels with earth.

Amanda, for her part, used his obvious fondness of her to draw out permission for an exploration of the establishments she wanted to look at.

"Why of course!" Dankush agreed happily, "In fact, I'd love to give you the tour of our temples myself…your friends can even stay here if they'd like and begin negotiations about possible trade with earth…you'll forgive me for saying, they don't seem to be as actively interested in our history as yourself, Amanda" he stated, glancing pointedly behind him at the already bored demeanor of Jacob.

O'Neill made his own point of outlandishly adjusting his P90 and checking the safety on it while coincidentally pointing it in Dankush's direction, wondering how knowing acquainting themselves with someone for about five seconds rendered them the right to use their first name, and draw it out like they were savoring it!

Jacob was about to firmly suggest-slash-command that they all accompany Amanda to those old buildings, but his soon-to-be-girlfriend-if-he-had-anything-to-do-with-it-if-only-to-keep-everyone-else-from-getting-the-wrong-idea-that-she-was-available, spoke up first.

"I would very much appreciate it, but as the tribal leader, wouldn't you rather be here to begin the negotiations?" she asked.

Dankush shrugged dismissively, "My assistant, Vedon, is perfectly capable of starting things off. Besides, I'd much rather spend my time in the presence of such a lovely, intelligent, woman as yourself, than be stuck in a stuffy room talking" he charmed.

Amanda pretended to be flattered, but inwardly, she was rolling her eyes. She was about to insist that she needed the rest of SG-1 with her on this little expedition, when a side-long glance at Jacob made her notice how pissed off he looked at the moment, and she suddenly found fresh cause to want to study the temples alone with Dankush.

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Jacob paced from one end of the small main road that ran through the city to the other. Muttering to himself and occasionally stamping his feat to kick up just for the heck of it, while Lif'kel tracked his friend's antics from the sidelines, hoping that Amanda would not be gone much longer.

The discussions with some of the tribe officials of this planet had gone well so far and Vedon had called a recess in order to pause things before they got into something thicker that would require the consent of their leader Dankush.

Jacob had already gone out of his mind with insanity and was now going out of Lif'kel's. Amanda had only been gone a few hours, but he supposed that did not concern his friend so much as the fact that she had been away for a few hours with Dankush.

Just when Lif'kel was about to toss out one of his subtle death threats that would become an actual result of Jacob's stir crazy behavior, Amanda, unaccompanied, sauntered into the main section of the city and over to her teammates, "Guys, you would not believe the lineage of this place, it—"

Her inevitably detailed and accurate analyses of her findings were cut off abruptly when Jacob went up and grabbed her by both arms, proceeding to then kiss her senseless.

Amanda responded by forcibly pushing him back on his ass.

Jacob landed on the ground in a sulking heap and glanced up at a fuming Anthropologist with a puppy dog expression, "But don't you love me?" he asked pitifully.

"Jacob O'Neill, you have the least tactful, most childish complex, male chauvinistic attitude I have ever known! Yes I love you! But I'm not stupid enough to go around kissing you on an alien planet in front of potential allies to prove it!" she yelled furiously.

Jacob beamed at her, "You loooovvveee me" he said gleefully.

"And don't think I don't regret it" she replied, "Now as I was saying…" and she began to give them a report of her findings.

Lif'kel gave himself a secretive smile, glad that Jacob had finally come out with how he felt, and also glad that Amanda reciprocated. Now maybe he'd finally get some semblance of peace from his friends.

"…O'Neill, are you even listening to me?"

"Of course, babe"

"Call me that again and I'll shoot you"

"Honey?"

"Loading my gun…"

"Sweetie?"

"The safety is off…"

"Sugar"

BAM!

"I can't believe you just shot at me!"

"You're still alive"

Okay, peace was overrated in their line of work anyway.

THE END.