Jack entered the hospital wing of the base closely followed by the rest of his team. The airman posted at the door quickly shut it once all four of them had entered.

One thing that could most definitely be said about Colonel O'Neill was that he was very good at reading both people and situations. And just as sure as he was that the Goa'uld were evil, he was plenty sure he did not like the look he was getting from his new guest.

'Ah crap. Something set the kid off. How the hell should I handle this.' Jack knew that he wanted answers. Hell, it seemed as though every time he looked for answers he only found more questions. And his curiosity was most definitely piqued.

He assumed he had the man power, not to mention the proper position, to strong arm the kid into talking. Though there was all that confidentiality surrounding the kid's profile. Perhaps he'd been trained to withhold information from interrogation. And, if the kid had connections, that particular route may not be the right one to go down. After all, what right did he have to any of this Intel?

Well, for one thing, an important member of his team had been attacked. And this young man in front of him had info on the particular party involved. He may also have some form of advanced technology, though he had been told that none had been found. Even the 'crime scene' had shown a lack of any kind of useful evidence.

The first half of that information is what concerned him the most. And since said information seemed vitally important at the moment, he decided to go with an approach that, under normal circumstances, he would never go with, and it was one that he figured may come back to bite him in the ass.

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Xander watched the man in the lead. Everything about was screaming military, not to mention Leader, with a 'capital L.' His attention then turned to those that were following him. The blonde woman, who somehow looked familiar to him, was only a few steps behind. He could feel the curiosity coming off of her in almost physical waves. She had a look of innocence, though her posture also spoke of the military. Though, one of her most prominent features was her eyes. Beyond the beauty held within those pools was an intelligence that couldn't be ignored. He had a feeling, that like most of the women in his life, as innocent as she looked, she could probably kick his ass if she so desired. It gave him an almost comfortable feeling. And if the situation weren't so dire, he may have actually smiled.

There were two men trailing her. The first seemed a bit lanky. With his glasses, and his current posture, he bore a striking resemblance to Giles. Perhaps not in physical appearance, but he reminded him of a younger version of his father figure. He even gave of a slight vibe of having a hard edge under the right circumstances. The other man was polar opposite in his appearance. The other man was tall, dark, large, and well muscled. Though the hat the man wore seemed somewhat out of place, he held himself in the manner of a stoic warrior. And as he made his way into the room, Xander was sure that this man was no less than a warrior. And if he were a betting man, Xander would place money that this man was a damn good one too.

With the exception of the lanky man, all three of the others just screamed 'Soldier.' And that though brought a pit of darkness, and some despair, into his currently aching chest. 'Oh, for the love of god! We were told that they closed down the Initiative. So now what…they decide it would be a good idea to kidnap me and not even have the decency to tell me where I am? This just sucks.' Even though he was going down this current line of thinking, the man approaching him didn't just seem like a 'recruit' but, for some reason, was screaming 'military man' in those deep recesses where the 'Soldier Spirit' still resided. He decided to test that theory out.

"You Navy?" That seemed to stop the man short. He quickly shook his head 'No' and responded with "US Air Force."

Before more questions could be asked it was actually the doctor that started with the introductions.

"That is Colonel O'Neill." The Colonel interrupted with a smirk saying 'With Two L's' Janet just ignored him and went on. "The woman behind him is Major Carter. The two men are Dr. Jackson, and…" She hesitated for a fraction of a moment. That was something that did not go unnoticed by Xander. "Murray." To which Teal'c inclined his still covered head slightly in acknowledgment. She lightly placed her hand on Xander's shoulder. "And I think we all know this is Mr. Harris."

This time Xander did wince at hearing this. He definitely didn't want to be called 'Mr. Harris' the entire time.

"Xander." They all gave him curious and expectant looks. "Please, call me Xander."

Colonel O'Neill nodded his head slightly and seemed to come to a decision. He placed two folders on a tray table located next to the medical bed that Xander was currently in. He looked down to the young man lying on the bed. The kid's expression was still mostly, if not completely, guarded.

"Call me Jack." He paused for a moment. "So, Xander, why don't you tell us just what happened tonight. And let us in on what it was that you saved Major Carter from."

At that moment two thoughts were running simultaneously in his mind. The first thought was more a reliving the scene from earlier that evening. With so many things happening to him at once upon awakening, he hadn't really taken into consideration what had led him into this current predicament. It was more of 'how the hell do I get out of it? And just what is my current problem?' He had completely forgotten what had transpired earlier. But now he remembered. He remembered trying to save The Major from a vampire. He had half charged, and half drunkenly stumbled into the vampire as it was trying to sink its fangs into Major Carter's neck. He was suddenly reliving being the damn thing's punching dummy for a short while before he staked it.

The second thought was the one that disturbed him the most. 'They either don't know what happened, or they're just playing me.' He looked at each person in the room, trying to gauge their expressions. 'I really don't think they know. Ah crap! If they don't know about vampires, I am sure as Hell not going to tell the USAF about them. And I'm certainly not leading them to Buffy, Willow, Dawn, and Tara….hmm…maybe Spike…No…none of them. I'd die to protect 'my girls,' all of them, and I'm sure as hell not going to lead the entire military to them.' He looked around the room trying to hide the despair that was rapidly growing within. 'Just great Xan, now how in the Hell are you going to get out of this one?'