Author's Note: Sorry about the wait on this guys… I'll definitely try to get more out this weekend. I know it's not developing really quickly, but we're getting there, honest. All my stories take time to develop, usually!

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"Now look…" Jack said, pulling up to the main gate and looking over at his passenger as one of the guards walked over to the truck. "I don't want you doing anything kooky, okay? Just-"

"Colonel O'Neill…" the Sergeant of the guard saluted him, but Jack couldn't help but notice his eyes going over to the passenger seat as well. "General Hammond wants you to go see him as soon as you arrive, sir."

"Thank you, Sergeant."

The man nodded, and message delivered, he broke formality a little.

"Who's your friend, sir?"

The big black dog sitting in the seat beside Jack wagged his tail cheerfully, and Jack gave a slightly forced smile. He'd expected the question – and figured he'd get it a few times at least.

"He's a friend's. I'm… dog-sitting."

"Does the General know he's coming?"

"Yeah."

The Sergeant smiled, shaking his head and gesturing to the men who were already opening the gate.

"I hope he's house broken…"

Jack put the truck in gear.

"Me, too."

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"Ooooo, Colonel O'Neill…" A civilian scientist stopped Jack almost as soon as he entered the mountain. The woman stepped in front of him so he couldn't pass, and then knelt in front of the black dog. "He's adorable. Does he bite?"

O'Neill looked down at the dog.

"Nope."

"Is he yours?"

"No. He's a friend's."

She smiled, running her hands along the big dog's black fur, and he stuck his nose between her breasts, whuffling happily and dampening the front of her lab coat, his tail wagging. She giggled, but Jack reached down and pushed his head to the side.

"None of that, mister," Jack said, sharply.

"Awww, don't be so mean, Colonel…" the woman cooed, pressing a kiss against the silky snout. "He's just being friendly, aren't you sweetie?"

"We need to report to General Hammond," Jack said, more than ready to cut this short. Next thing you knew, he'd be humping her leg.

She nodded, and with a last scratch stood up.

"What's his name?"

"Spot."

"That's an odd name…" Considering the dog was pure black.

"He's an odd dog."

The dog gave a low rumble, clearly not amused, but Jack couldn't help but smile. Dog or not, Sirius was going to behave while he was on the base.

"Come on, dog. General Hammond's waiting, and I need some coffee."

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They were stopped once more before they managed to make it to the elevators, but Jack cut that conversation short, and it was only another few minutes before they reached Hammond's office. He looked down at Sirius, who had stopped at the door as well, looking up at him.

"No sniffing his crotch, okay?"

The dog snorted, but nodded, and Jack knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in!"

He opened the door, and stepped to the side so Sirius could precede him into the room, and then carefully closed and locked the door behind him. Hammond was sitting at his desk, watching as Jack and Sirius entered.

"This is him?" Hammond asked, doubtfully.

"Yes, sir. Sirius?"

An instant later, where the dog had been, Sirius now stood, wearing clothing he'd borrowed from O'Neill.

Hammond started, despite the fact that he'd been told what was going on. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his jaw actually dropped. It wasn't everyday you saw a dog turn into a person, after all. The man had dark hair and a careworn expression, but he looked as normal as any other human being the General had ever seen.

"That's amazing…"

"Yes, sir." Jack was getting used to it, but he could understand the General's awe. "Sirius Black, may I present General George Hammond? General? Sirius Black."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, General," Sirius said, stepping up to the desk and offering Hammond his hand like any Muggle might. "Thank you for allowing me to be here."

"It's my pleasure," Hammond said, reining his amazement in a bit and shaking the man's hand. It was crazy, but really, it wasn't the craziest thing he'd ever seen in his time with the SGC. It probably wasn't even close. But it was impressive. "Can all wizards do that?"

Sirius shook his head.

"As far as I know, I'm the only one that can turn into a dog – although there are several who can turn into other things; cats, rodents, bigger creatures… it just takes a lot of practice."

Hammond nodded.

"And there's no limitation on how long you can stay in form?"

Sirius shook his head.

"Good. I'd prefer that you remained in the dog form when you are out among the population of this base…"

Sirius nodded, more than willing to do what was asked of him. This was the General's base, after all, and he was a guest. Besides, Dumbledore had told him that he needed to do what he was told, and Sirius understood the reasons for that.

"That's not a problem. That form is just as easy as my original form – I've done it so many times."

"Good." Hammond gestured for him and O'Neill to sit down. "Now. Will you two please tell me exactly what's going on?"