Hammond had just left the room, promising to get to the bottom of this. All eyes landed on Xander as he stood up. His eyes seemed completely unfocused, as though he were in a daze. He slowly turned around and walked to the window overlooking the embarkation room.

The other occupants of the room began glancing at one another. No one was quite sure what to do next. Questions of how they found out so quickly jumped from one person to another.

The fact that they had made quite a spectacular entrance was noted. Janet was sure that they couldn't have learned anything from the tests she had run on Xander. When Sam asked if she had been equally secretive with the tests run on the rest of the team, her silence spoke volumes.

So, they had an idea as to how the NID knew to go after Xander. That was both an advantage, and quite the disadvantage. The main disadvantage being the fact that so little time had passed, it would be almost impossible to put a plan into action to stop the NID from carrying out whatever plan they already had underway.

One advantage, if you could call it that, was that Dr. Frasier was sure that they had no clue about the information that was garnered from the tests she ran. That did, however, bring up the question as to why they were acting so quickly on whatever shred of evidence they had been able to find.

Xander's voice broke them out of their musings, and perhaps answered their question at the same time.

"The ship."

It was a simple statement. Major Carter stood from her place and walked over to where Xander was staring down at the scene. There were many scientists and engineers buzzing around the ship. A few pieces of equipment were placed around the ship. It looked as though they would be moving it soon by hoisting it through the shaft that delivered the gate into the room.

"What about the ship?"

Xander glanced at Sam. He nodded his head back to the scene below them.

"It's still there."

Sam shook her head. "Yeah, they're planning on moving it to another location in a few hours."

Xander looked at her with a small smile on his face.

"Sam, that ship hasn't moved since I set it down yesterday."

Major Carter's eyes widened. "I had heard that they couldn't get the controls to activate. I-"

Xander chuckled as he cut her off.

"Between a lack of sleep, and being preoccupied trying to help me," He gave them all a smile. "And thanks for that, by the way, I think we can forgive this small oversight."

"Why are you so calm about this?" Jack's voice was a mixture between curiosity and downright confusion.

Xander just shrugged. "I'm sure we'll find a way out of this." A grin that was pure Xander appeared on his face. "Besides, with all of the resident geniuses in here, and our extensive knowledge of television and movie gimmicks, I'm sure we can come up with something."

All eyes went to Major Carter and Dr. Jackson, both staring at the other and shrugging. Suddenly, Colonel O'Neill stood up with a smile on his face.

"Come on Doc." He said while staring at Janet. "I think I have an idea to at least buy our boy some time.

Jack stood up, practically dragging the doctor with him. Xander looked at the door, trying to show a front that was far more optimistic than he truly felt.

With a light voice, he spoke, "Oh, boy. I'm doomed."

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Jack made his way down the corridor. Dr. Frasier was only a few paces behind him with the rest of SG-1 trailing a short distance further back. By the elevators stood a flustered General Hammond, who was leafing through some legal documents. A smug, yet still composed, agent for the NID was flanked by two armed personnel.

As the agent's eyes trailed the corridor, they landed on Jack for just a moment before roaming onto the next person, finally ending on Xander. After pointing at the young man, and barking an order to detain him, it became apparent that the armed personnel, SGC personnel, were under orders to follow the agent's demands.

As the guards moved to flank Xander, all the while sending him semi-apologetic glances, Hammond's voice barked out, reverberating off of the cement walls of the cramped corridor.

"This is ludicrous. These documents have no foundation to stand on." Forcing himself to cease on grinding his teeth, he continued. "There is no way this will hold up."

The NID agent looked over to the enraged general with a smug expression.

"I'm no lawyer, nor do I care to be one. However, that document has been signed by both a judge and a senator, and as such it holds now."

Agent Forn glanced towards the man he was here to take into custody. Xander was standing in between the two guards, not putting up a fight, yet not showing any sign that he was about to comply with any demands. He stalked towards his prey; the intimidation he was trying to put forth seemed to have no affect on the young man. The lack of any sign of intimidation only served to enrage the NID agent. Taking his eyes off of his temporary charge, he shot a glare at each of the stoic guards.

"Alexander Harris is now under my custody. You will escort him to the armored caravan on the main level." The agent barked out these orders to the two guards, before glancing at Xander and shooting him a glare. "If he resists you are authorized to shoot him." He smirked, "But injure only; he's far too valuable to kill."

Before the agent, or the guards, could take a step, Jack's deceptively calm voice was heard addressing General Hammond.

"General, Sir. There may be a slight problem." All eyed turned to him. He glanced at the NID agent, not wanting to relate any information on Xander, but under the circumstances he really didn't see a choice. "Due to his unique status, Xander's immune system seems to keep him abnormally healthy." He glanced over at the young man, receiving an amused eyebrow raised, urging him to go on.

"How is this a problem, Colonel?"

Jack's eyes snapped back onto The General after the man had asked his question.

"Well sir, the end result of him fighting off a common cold could be him exposing us to a new and mutated form of that same virus." Jack waved his hand enigmatically. "The natural process of him fighting off a cold could cause an epidemic!"

It was almost comical to see the various expressions passing from person to person. The important one, however, was General Hammond's gaze settling upon the doctor.

"Is this true, Doctor? Could the SGC be in danger of an epidemic?"

Janet bit her lower lip for a moment. "Sir, it is a definite possibility."

Before the Agent's enraged protests could be heard, Hammond spoke over him.

"What do you recommend we do in such a case, Doctor?"

"At the moment, Sir; I am issuing a level Four quarantine. No one enters or leaves the SGC. All personnel who are now offsite but were here when Mr. Harris arrived should confine themselves to a solitary location, if they cannot make it here while avoiding the public. If we do find any cases of an eminent epidemic, after testing on site personnel, we will have to deploy hazmat teams to all known sights of SGC personnel, and perhaps even quarantine Colorado Springs, if it hasn't broken that quarantine already."

She glanced around at the various people surrounding her. The SGC personnel were trying to contain their smirks, while the NID agent seemed to be turning a deep shade or red due to his rage. She looked at him concerned.

"Sir, you don't look so good."

"He could be infected!" All eyes turned to Jack who was waving his hands at the agent.

Hammond nodded once to the guards, which was all the notice they needed, to flank the agent, each guard placing a firm hand of restraint on the man.

"Take him down to the infirmary. We'll start running tests right away."

"You Can't Do This!" The highly enraged agent screeched. It took a visible effort for the man to calm down a level of simply seething irritation. "These orders come from up top, and I demand to be given custody of Mr. Harris immediately."

General Hammond simply shook his head. "Under matters of medical importance, Dr. Frasier has complete authority, even over your orders."

The guards escorted the fuming agent down to the infirmary; the doctor followed only a few paces behind. Once they were all out of earshot, all eyes made their way to Jack. The expressions they were sending his way brought forth a snort and a chuckle that he couldn't suppress. Answering their unasked question, he simply shrugged with a smirk on his face.

"I saw it on an episode of Star Trek."

That got multiple snorts of amusement and a few chuckles. Xander couldn't help but to roll his eyes at how his CO managed to pull that out of his butt. He figured that this would be one of those things you laughed over when reflecting upon it on a later date.

"All that did was buy us a little time." All inner musings ceased as his attention was drawn to The General. "I'll be in my office, getting the president on the line."

As General Hammond made his way to his office, Xander couldn't help but notice the slight frown on O'Neill's face. As their eyes met it became apparent that Jack wasn't too optimistic about Hammond being able to actually reach the president. And, from glancing at his other team members, they were all of a like mind on this.

Hearing his name, he looked back at Jack.

"Why don't you go and pack a few things. Not that I don't think Hammond will have any problems with The President, but I would rather be safe than sorry." Xander simply nodded. Turning to Teal'c, Jack continued, "Go down to the infirmary. I want to know the moment that NID Agent is on the move again. Frasier can keep the quarantine going for a while, but I want to keep that agent away from our boy." Teal'c simply inclined his head and made his way down towards the infirmary. Jack looked back at Xander. "Go and pack. I need to talk to Daniel and Carter." Nodding his head, he left them to their conversation.

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Xander walked into his room. He glanced around at the small box that had become his living quarters. Soon he would be getting his own apartment. That, however, didn't seem like it was still in the play book.

He ignored his clothes and the Colonel's order to pack. Instead he went to the footlocker at the foot of his bed. Crouching in front of it, he lifted its lid and pulled out a seamless metal cube.

Standing up he walked to the side of his bed and sat on its edge already deep in thought. How much time had passed he had no idea. But, with a final nod and a determined step, he took the metallic cube and made his way to Hammond's office.

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Xander made his way to Hammond's office only to find O'Neill pacing in front of the door.

Jack stopped pacing the moment he felt a presence by his side. Glancing just off to his side, he saw Xander making his way to the office door. And, unless he had a lot of stuff packed into that shiny metallic box, Jack could say he was highly confused.

"Well, you certainly pack light."

Xander chuckled as he made his way to the door. Jack looked at both him and his box inquiringly as he rapped on Hammond's door. Receiving an aggravated bark of 'Enter' both men made their way into the office.

The fact that Hammond had just slammed the red phone down with considerable force spoke volumes of his success, or lack thereof.

"Jack, Xander, I'm afraid that I don't have any good news for you. When the NID do something, they don't go half way with it."

Jack shook his head. "That's ok, General. I planned for this."

The sudden frown on Hammond's face didn't speak well of things to come.

"Jack, you are in my direct chain of command. I can't have you-"

Jack pulled out an official document from inside his coat pocket.

"Sir, I am tending in my resignation. Effective Immediately." He turned from the nodding head of his CO, to the wide eyes of Xander. "Come on, Xan. We need to help the science geeks move that ship. I believe the shaft should be opening any moment."

Xander just shook his head, a sad smile on his face. "Can I see that?" He asked while pointing at the resignation.

The paper was handed to him. He couldn't help himself from shaking his head as he ran the short and sweet note from O'Neill. Basically it said "I Quit, have a nice day." It was accompanied by an official stamp, seal, and his signature.

If there was any doubt about putting his trust in these people, it had just flown out of the proverbial window. With another sad smile on his face, he tore up the letter of resignation. This received a 'hey' from O'Neill and an inquiring gaze from Hammond.

"Sir, I have my own way of getting in contact with the president."

Jack glanced at what he thought was a box. It obviously wasn't as there were no seams, or creases to show that it had any openings whatsoever.

Xander placed the box on The General's desk and gave it a quick pat. He smiled as both men paid close attention to it. He whispered a quick trigger word, and the flawless and smooth cube shimmered. When the effect stopped, there was a white hand print on the top of the box.

It was now most definitely a box. Where before it was a smooth cube, there was now a horizontal crease in the center of the box.

Xander placed his hand on the print, causing the white hand print to turn a bright shade of blue. Taking his hand away, the sound of latches opening could be heard. Without another sound the box opened. As the lid finally came to rest, perpendicular to the flat of the desk, the contents of the box was clearly visible to all those in the room.