A/N: Hey everyone! The plot bunnies for this story have decided to take over my house and eat all my food, so in an attempt to get them out, this story is continuing. Lucky you!

Part 2

"Are you sure that's enough?" Charlie asked sarcastically.

"If that doesn't blow it open, then I'll quit. Eleven five a year or not. Stand back unless you want your hair singed off." Lennon fell back a good ten feet and plugged her ear, holding the detonator in the other.

Madison and Charlotte moved behind her with hands over their ears, knowing that standing in that particular place would most likely guarantee safety. Hopefully.

Lennon triggered the explosion and a larger fireball cloud than was necessary erupted from around the circular hatch, eliciting a little squee from her. The hatch flipped all the way open, worse for wear.

"Okay…" Charlotte dug in her vest pocket and pulled out three laminated badges outlined in red and blazoned with 'Visitor' in the same color and a blue Air Force seal over 'SGC.' "Here, we don't want to get pulled in for questioning before we get to the store room." She handed them their own passes and clipped hers to her vest.

"We don't want another Cromag situation." Lennon snarked to no one in particular as she peered down the hole and clipped her pass on.

"That was so not fun." Madison pulled her mousy brown hair up into a high ponytail.

Charlotte snorted and began the descent down into the SGC with Madison following right behind her and then Lennon.

"There had to be a better way in, Charlie." Lennon tersely commented after about a minute.

"I suppose you'd have rather we walked through the front door."

"I'm just saying that this doesn't seem the most efficient way in. This space is really, really, suffocating."

"Lenny, we know you don't like little spaces, but we only have to climb down, not up." Madison hissed quietly, "And if you don't lower your voice, you're going to get us caught!"

"These walls are three inches of steel, we're fine."

Madison retorted, "Do you even know how voices carry?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Then shush up!" Madison gently hit Lennon's foot above her.

"Hey!"

Charlotte resisted the urge to bang her head against the metal rung, "Hush you two, we still have a little while to go, and I'd prefer to get there in one piece."

"Speaking of pieces, what are we going to do with the little bunny pieces if there is a den?" The silence that followed kinda worried Madison. "Well?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"Channeling Bra'tac, huh?" Lennon commented, trying to focus on wide open spaces, not a little confined passageway just wide enough for a ladder and a person.

Charlotte defended, "There's nothing wrong with a little Bra'tac in such situations."

"Madge has a point."

"Gee, thanks."

"First of all, we don't even know if there is a plot bunny den."

"But there probably is, this is a rather large fandom. Rumors at Head Quarters say that it may even outrun the X-files and spin off a new series."

"Since when do you listen to rumors, Madge?"

"Since they started to be right. Remember the one about Highlander becoming a series?"

Charlotte felt a lightbulb going on over her head, "You guys did read about the zat'nikatels, I hope."

"Yeah…

"Oh…"

"Now we just have to get our hands on a few of them. That'll be your assignment, Lenny."

"Thanks. Charge me with breaking into an armory in a military base."

"You can do it." Charlotte looked at the number painted on the door. "Here we are, Level 13." They stayed quiet as she reached down and used the latch to open the door a crack and peek out. "We're clear." She lowered herself through the open door into the hall, quickly followed by the other two. Lennon closed the door.

Both ways looked exactly the same, circular halls with lights hanging from the ceiling, and Charlotte racked her brain to remember which way was which.

"Are we going to stand here forever or what?" Lennon felt awfully exposed just standing in the middle of a base in civilian clothes.

"I thought it was to the left…?" Madison glanced around feeling the same way.

"No… the right. Come on." Charlotte led the way, cautiously turning a corner and opening the door to the store room.

Lennon flicked the lights on after the door was closed, and the room came into view. "Where oh where can uniforms be, oh where oh where…" She half-sang as the group searched shelves of boxes in search of the elusive fabrics.

Charlotte pulled out the cigar she had been chewing before and started again. They had to be in there, this level was housing for personnel after all.

"Got 'em!" Madison called from a shelf smack dab in the middle of the room. "There's a bunch of different kinds…you guys want to match?"

"Don't make me gag. We may be a team but matching you all is not on my list of what constitutes a team." Lennon moved over to her and started rifling through the stacks of individually wrapped uniforms. "Ick, jumpsuits."

"Matching wouldn't be so bad." Charlotte teased and found a black set, "Perfect."

Madison looked over to her, "It matches your vest."

"Precisely." She ripped open the package after checking the size.

"Hey, a blue one in my size."

"Let me see the one below it." Lennon asked but grabbed it for herself anyway. "Looks good."

Madison teased, "I thought you didn't want to match."

"As a team. Two is fine."

"Put them on, would you?" Charlotte pretty much ordered, already dressed and stuffing her other pair of pants in her bag.

"Woah, how did you change that fast?"

"Simple, Lenny. I put one arm through each sleeve and each leg through separate sides of the pants." She also hadn't bothered changing her under shirt, since it was black anyway.

"Funny. I'll be over there." Lennon hugged the package and passed Madison.

"Don't be shy, Lenny sweetie" Madison called after her, laughing.

"I am not your sweetie." She kicked off her converse sneakers. "Don't look!"

Madison shook her head and started to change too, "Like I would anyway."

Once everyone was suited up, they gathered around in a circle around the door, throwing the packages away in the waste bin.

"We'll head to the elevator, Lenny, you'll get off on Level 21 and search out the weapons locker there. It's not used often, so there shouldn't be anyone in that section. Madge and I will continue on to Level 28 and start the sweep."

"Here are your radios." Madison handed over headsets to them, "They're rigged so they will only communicate with the others. There's no need to worry about anyone listening in."

Charlotte strung it around her ear, "Really? Nice work."

"Thanks." Madison beamed and opened the door a sliver, "Looks clear."

"Here goes nothing." Charlotte motioned to move out the door, and the Plot Bunny Busters looked as casual as they possibly could walking around the SGC when anyone could walk out of any door and ask them who they were.

They held their breaths as a pair of men walked passed them, without so much as a second glance.

"So tell me why we didn't do this last night? Or tonight?" Lennon asked, constantly on the look out. She never liked military bases after the Buffy Universe.

Charlotte explained matter-of-factly, "Because though there's less people out on night shifts, we'd stand out a little more." She hit the elevator button.

"Fine. I'll leave the tactics to you, goon."

"Good, geek."

The doors started to open and they shut up, in case anyone was on it. Which there wasn't, and they breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"What does that make me? A rare breed of goon/geek hybrid?" Madison pushed '21' and '28.'

"Yep. You should be proud. Fly the colors." Lennon kept her eyes glued to the numbers counting up.

Charlotte leaned against the back wall of the elevator, "What colors would those be?"

"I don't know. I'm not a hybrid."

"Just as long they're not pink." Madison shivered at the thought of what Sues are made of.

"Can't argue there." Charlotte flashed her eyes to the numbers, "Your stop Lenny. You do have a map, right?"

"Yes, mother." The doors slid open and with a wave, she left her teammates to go on her own mini mission.

She kept walking straight through the hall, forgoing the options of turning left or right. As she approached the end, voices started to reach her ears.

"Ow! That hurts. I've told you that already, stop poking at it!"

"I have to see where exactly it hurts, Dr. McKay."

She found the voices' source in the infirmary at the left end of the hall and she perched by the door, watching the scene having recognized the man.

"Everywhere on the left side! Why don't you just take an x-ray or something?" Rodney sat on a bed right inside the door complaining to who Lennon assumed was the doctor. The lab coat gave her away.

"It may not be necessary. How did this happen again?"

He crossed his arms, "I fell on the stairs at the airport, okay? Just tell me if it's broke because I have things to do."

Lennon couldn't let him blatantly lie like that, "Is that your excuse? So I shouldn't kiss it better anymore?"

Both the doctor and Rodney turned their heads to the door.

Rodney looked startled for about a nanosecond, but then fell back into his usual snark, "Mallory. You've changed clothes. They look uh… good on you."

Lennon didn't fail to notice the lady doctor chortle and she walked in the infirmary. "You still should change." She smiled when the doctor laughed again. "So, what's the verdict, Dr…"

"Fraiser. You are?"

"Mallory. I came here with Rodney." You have to love names that double as both first and last, they're harder to search for that way. "Did I break it with my right hook?"

Rodney's eyes widened and he scowled at her. She stuck her tongue out in response.

Dr. Fraiser shook her head at the thought of Dr. McKay getting punched, "I'd know if he'd let me examine him properly."

Rodney snipped, "Oh, please."

Lennon smirked and sugared her voice, "Rodney, let the good Doctor do her job."

He glared and after a moment caved in, "Fine."

Dr. Fraiser's eyebrow rose, wondering who this woman that came with the smart-ass McKay was and finished her examination in sweet silence. She stepped back, "Lucky for you, your… colleague…"

Rodney opened his mouth to protest, but Lennon hit him in the arm.

"Didn't break anything, but I'd advise you not giving her a reason to try again."

Rodney scowled again, hopped off the bed, grabbed his bag, and as he slung it on his shoulder, passed by Lennon.

Lennon plastered a smile on, "Thank you Dr. Fraiser," and caught up with him as he turned toward the elevator.

He saw her there, "You let her think you're my colleague? What's up with that?"

"I'm supposed to be blending in the wings here, if you know what I mean."

"Not exactly. If you haven't noticed, we have a bit of a situation here. Anubis is hell-bent on destroying the Gate and us along with it, so see ya around. I have to see a certain blonde down in the Control Room." He kept walking and she let him go.

Lennon spun back around, barely refraining from swearing all the way to the weapons store room. They had broken into the SGC in the middle of a crisis.

TBC...

A/N: Well, if you haven't figured it out, this takes place during Season 6 of SG:1 Redemption. Fun, fun, fun!

(hugs Janet) I still get teary eyed from Heroes.

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