I realise I didn't actually get anywhere with the story in this chapter so I thought I'd give you two chapters this week. Are you lucky?


"You'll never believe what's happened to me, Daniel," Sam said exasperatedly into the mobile phone crushed into the space between her shoulder and her cheek. After a good twenty minutes of arguing with Pete and Jack, she had eventually got Pete to agree to come to the base and for Jack to surrender the arm. Now they were finally on their way towards the base and Pete had lulled into a grumpy silence in the passenger seat, allowing Sam to give Daniel and General Hammond a head's up by ringing them on her cell.

As she spoke into the phone, she glanced at her stressed passenger and rolled her eyes at the childish manner in which he sat; slouched in the car seat, arms crossed high up on his chest and the lower lip firmly stuck out in an expression of extreme sulkiness.

"I don't know, Sam," Daniel replied. "After everything we've seen over the years, I'll believe anything,"

"I've found the Colonel," Sam said bluntly. "He's in Pete's body. They're sharing it."

Silence from the other end of the line.

"I don't believe you."

"Okay, they're not sharing," she conceded, "More like fighting for control."

"Oh, okay," he said happily, "That sounds more like it."

"I'm bringing them straight to the infirmary to be checked out." She frowned at Pete whose hand had been inching towards her radio and asked, "Could you warn General Hammond?"

"Are you sure that's wise, Sam?" Daniel started and then stopped. A moment later, he began to whisper, "Janet's here and she…well…she didn't warm to Pete when they first met."

"That was just a series of misunderstandings," Sam said forcefully. "It could have happened to anyone."

"Okay," came Daniel's uncertain reply, "But maybe Dr Warner will be able to see them-"

"Janet will be fine, Daniel," Sam interrupted angrily.

"Okay, okay!" Daniel hastily agreed, "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"It will be."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fi-"

"Daniel!"

"Yes?"

"Goodbye." She hung up the phone and carried on driving towards the mountain in a stony silence.

"What happened with you and the doc?" Jack asked in an amused voice.

"Shut up," Pete said.

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It took a while for the airman at the gate to receive word that the very pissed off guy standing next to Major Carter was, in fact, permitted to enter the base even if he did have a very low clearance level. It was a clearance of sorts after all. The trip down to the infirmary was accompanied by curious glances from staff and SF's and many whispers of 'Who's that?' and 'Is that the boyfriend again?' which were in turn met with piercing stares from both Sam and Pete.

It was as if SG-1 were the only ones who had jobs sometimes. The rest of the base served only to spread rumours and start betting pools. Sam sighed and punched the button on the elevator.

"When we get down there, Pete," Sam started as the elevator door closed, "We will need to speak to Colonel O'Neill."

Pete opened his mouth to protest once again but Carter silence him with the raise of a finger.

"We need his point of view and my boss will not be of trusting of you as I am." Her eyes pleaded with him. Pete harrumphed again and lent on the back wall of the elevator. When it came down to it, he couldn't deny her anything. He was such a doormat.

"It'll only be for half an hour or so, then I'll give straight back again," Jack said, showing some compassion for the poor guy. It was his body after all and it's not like any of this was his fault.

"Thanks," Pete said gruffly.

Sam eyed Pete warily then took his arm and led him to the infirmary when the doors opened.

Janet was waiting with a look upon her face that was quite unbecoming of a lady. It looked as if a bad smell had wafted its way into the infirmary and was now permanently stuck up her nose. She was almost right. However, the smell came with a Pete attached to it.

"Janet," Pete said politely in greeting.

"Mr Shanahan," Janet growled, "Take a seat." She motioned to a bed to her right and Pete jumped to do whatever she said. The petite doctor glanced at him and went off in search of some rubber gloves, leaving Pete and Sam alone.

They were not alone for more than a few seconds when Daniel came barrelling into the room with Teal'c walking stoically behind him at an unrushed pace.

"Sam," Daniel greeted with a grin. "Pete," he added with a nod in the cop's direction. "What's up?"

Pete looked at Daniel like he had grown an extra head. 'What's up?'? He had to be kidding. What did he think was up? He had a frickin' Air Force Colonel stuck in his head, that's what was up! Pete glanced at Teal'c and was startled to find the large man inspecting him very closely with a determined and penetrating look on his face.

"Whoa! Teal'c's is giving you the eye. That's scary." Jack murmured when he saw the look. "I should get him to give that look more often- any bad guys would melt after at maximum three seconds of that stare."

Pete was just about to respond venomously when Janet re-entered the room, snapping the latex gloves menacingly with a look of utter distaste on her normally pretty face. Daniel edged slowly away from the doctor and even Teal'c took a safe step backwards.

"What did you do?" Jack asked, sensing Pete's utter fear of the small woman.

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After several minutes and several stabs of a very large needle that neither Pete nor Jack was very happy with, Janet left with a willow of her white coat and a stamp of her large heels.

"Ow! I feel so abused," Jack muttered as he registered all the aching points where needle met with skin.

"Tell me about it," Pete complained while rubbing those points.

"Tell you about what?" Daniel asked, confused.

"He's talking to the Colonel," Sam explained.

Daniel glanced at Sam uneasily and shifted on his feet at her proclamation. He drew his gaze to the cop sitting uncomfortably on the infirmary cot and gave in a thorough looking over.

"Sam, could I talk to you privately?" Daniel asked as he waved his hand to gesture to the corner of the room.

She looked surprised but nodded. "Yeah, sure."

They walked over away from the bed until they were far enough away not to be overheard. Daniel was about to start talking when he looked around him and noticed something was wrong.

"Teal'c," Daniel called, "I meant you as well," he said sheepishly.

Teal'c nodded at Pete politely and walked over to join Sam and Daniel.

"Sam, are you sure…" Daniel began then stopped to ponder his words. "Are you absolutely certain…" he paused again and pushed his glasses up his nose. "What I'm saying is that…" infuriatingly, he stopped once more and gave Sam a hard look to which she responded in narrowing her eyes and looking at him expectantly. "I know that you and Jack…"

This was when she started to get more than irritated with the archaeologist. Just spit it out!

"Well, we have no proof…"

"Major Carter," Teal'c interrupted, "Are you certain O'Neill inhabits Pete Shanahan's body and not some deception on his part?"

Daniel nodded to show that it was what he meant to say.

Sam looked at them both for a moment, her brows screwed up in confusion. "Why would he be making this up?"

"Well, you've got to admit that recently, you haven't been paying much attention to him," Daniel pointed out.

"This is not a cry for attention, Daniel," Sam assured him. "I've spoken to Colonel O'Neill myself."

"Have you?" Daniel asked. "Are you sure it was him?"

"Positive."

Daniel looked apprehensively at Teal'c and the Jaffa raised one eyebrow in response.

"Just ask him, guys." Sam gave a wry smile, "You'll see."

"Ask him what?"

"Ask him something only the Colonel would know- he'll tell Pete and then Pete will tell you the answer," Sam said certainly.

"Okay." The three of them broke apart and returned to Pete's bed where he sat waiting with a reserved and wary expression.

"Uh…" Daniel started, "Jack?"

"He's here," Pete said in exasperated tone. "Unfortunately."

"We're just going to ask questions to make sure it's really 'Jack' in there."

"Who else could it be?" Pete asked anxiously. It was bad enough knowing his had some smartass Colonel stuck in there with him- if it turned out to be something worse, he'd never cope!

"No one," Daniel said hastily, "just making sure."

"Don't fret, Shanahan, I'm Jack, no one else is here," Jack said in an annoyed tone. He couldn't believe Daniel didn't believe Carter when she told him he was in Pete's head.

"Jack," Daniel began again, "Who is Thor?"

"Little grey guy, big eyes. Good with technology. Recently got a new body, I hear."

Pete raised his eyebrows in confusion and repeated what Jack said word for word.

"Okay, that was an easy one," Daniel countered.

Sam rolled her eyes.

"What year did we travel back in time to?"

Pete listened and repeated, "1969."

"Do you like the Tok'ra?"

"No," Pete relayed, "Apart from Carter's dad, who's great. Sometimes."

Daniel smiled conspiratorially, "What color dress did your sister wear when I took her out last Saturday?"

"I don't have a sister and if I did, I wouldn't let you near her." Pete passed on and was puzzled by Sam's giggling and Jack's own amusement at the question.

Daniel thought for a moment and waved Sam's protests off with a 'One more'. He smiled.

"Here's one only Jack would know," Daniel began slowly. "How many books does Sam have on her alphabetised bookshelf…"

Jack smiled. That was easy.

"In her office?" Daniel finished.

Ooooh… hard one…

"That's ridiculous!" Pete burst out, "How would- why would anyone know-"

"One hundred and twelve."

Pete looked at the three people surround him and cleared his throat. "One hundred and twelve?"

Daniel looked at Sam who nodded solemnly.

"Hey Jack," Daniel said, smiling, "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

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