A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Keep them coming. This chapter serves as a introduction to the SGC to Logan, so it might come across a bit stalled. Not until chapter 5 will they go do stuff... they're taking their time.

Diclaimer: I do not own Stargate: SG-1.

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Chapter 2

- Stargate Command

He didn't seem bad, at first instance. Samantha thought, walking down the corridor.
She pictured him walking into the Briefing Room again. She'd first noticed how charismatic he was. The way he walked into the room, not completely at ease, slightly nervous, but calm on the surface. How he greeted the General, and them. Open and warm, with a handshake. No display of rank. She had only heard him speak a few words, but she had noticed a slight accent. And his appearance. The tight black T-shirt above the cargo-pants and boots. The leather jacket nonchalant over one shoulder. His thick, black, spiky hair…
No, She thought. Not bad at all…
She had reached the General's office, and knocked on the door.
'Come in.' Hammond's voice sounded.
She entered, and saw Hammond sitting behind his desk; Colonel Evans sitting opposite him, a smile on his lips as if they had just shared a joke. The General also seemed in a good mood, anyway.
'Major.' The General said.
'Logan, I've organized a small tour of the SGC. Major Carter is going to show you around, if that's alright.' He said,
'Of course.' Evans said.
He stood up and put on his jacket. It was a smooth leather jacket with a high collar, as you would see on a Navy dress-uniform. Carter noticed it had a small American eagle insignia on its right sleeve, just beneath the shoulder.
The next thing she saw was the visitors-pass Evans had clipped on the side of his black belt. It was visible just next to the border of the jacket.
The overexposed photo had been made moments before Evans had come down to the Briefing Room.
General Hammond followed Samantha's glance.
'Yes,' He said.
'Colonel, I'll make sure you'll have a personnel ID ready by tomorrow morning. I'll just use the picture from your personnel-file' He said with a smile.
'Fortunately, that visitors-pass will give you access to most levels you are cleared for. That will have to do for today.'
'I'm sure it will, sir.' Evans said.
'Well then. That will be all. Dismissed.' Hammond said.

The Colonel and Major walked out of the office.
'Well,' Carter said a little embarrassed.
'I'm Samantha Carter…' She stuck out her hand, and the moment she said it, she realized they had already been introduced.
'Logan Evans.' Evans said, and took her hand. He unconsciously pulled her closer, and before she knew it, they had kissed each other three times on the cheeks.
They let go, and Evans realized it wasn't common to greet in that matter, and therefore, the Major hadn't been expecting it.
'Oh, I'm sorry,' He immediately apologized.
'It wasn't my intention...'
'No, it's alright.' Carter said.
'It's just not a… traditional way to introduce yourself in the military. Sir.' She added.
She suddenly realized she was blushing.
He smiled.
'Would you do me a favor?' He asked, as they started walking.
'Sure, Colonel.' She said,
'Would you drop the 'Sir'-thing? It's just Logan. Evans, if you must.'
'But… sir, you are my superior officer.' Carter said.
'Yeah, I realize that, but I've just been promoted. In truth, I find it a little uncomfortable being called 'sir' by people the same age, or even older then me…'
Samantha thought about it. For some reason, she liked his open, unusual style.
'Alright. But you should know, it's just Sam, then.' She said, smiling at him.
'Sam.' He said.
'Alright, Sam. Where are you taking me?'
'First, how much do you know about what we do around here?' She asked.
'What, fighting aliens, saving the world once a week, that stuff?' He said.
'I've read mission-reports, mostly SG-1's. When the Pentagon informed me I would be stationed here, they gave me a whole stack of paperwork with it. I've been up for weeks reading about the latest scientific breakthrough's, archaeological findings, alien technology, you name it.'
'Alright.' Sam said satisfied, and a little surprised.
'At least you'll have a clue about what's happening.'

They kept walking until they reached Daniel's office.
'I'll take you to see Daniel Jackson first. His office is right over here.'
They walked inside and saw Daniel sitting behind his desk, bent over a stone tablet. He stood up when he saw them came in.
'Oh. Hi. Hello… Colonel Evans was it, right?' He said as he straightened his glasses.
'Logan.' Evans said.
'Logan.' Daniel repeated.
'Daniel.' He pointed to himself.
'So what brings you two to my humble… office? Daniel asked.
'I was just giving Colonel Evans… Logan, a tour of the SGC.' Samantha said.
'Right.' Daniel said.
'Well, I was just looking at some Ancient writing on the tablet here… That is what I do. I translate alien languages from archaeological findings off world. You might say I also act as a… a spokesperson to alien cultures.' He told Evans
'Daniel speaks over twenty-three different languages. And most alien languages originate from Earth, or vice versa, so he comes in handy more than often.' Carter said.
'I see.' Evans said.
'Impressive.'

After a while they left Daniel's office and headed for the infirmary.
'I want you to meet Janet Fraiser.' Carter said as they approached the doors.
'She's SGC's doctor.'
They went inside and found Fraiser in her office, paging through some files.
'Janet,' Sam said.
'Are you busy?'
'Not at all.' Fraiser stood up and walked over to them.
'Janet, this is…' Carter began, but Fraiser finished her sentence.
'Colonel Logan Evans,' she said.
'Word travels fast.' She shook his hand.
'Say, as long as I have you here, would you mind if I took your physical right now? Sam, do you have the time?'
'Sure, I guess.' Carter said.
'Physical?' Evans asked.
'I have to do a physical evaluation of all SG-team-members. If they're not fit, they can't go off-world. And I happen to know SG-1 has a mission scheduled for this afternoon…' Janet said.
'Really.' Logan said.
'Well alright doc, I'm all yours.'
Janet smiled but didn't say anything. Then she took a grey sweat-short, and handed it to Logan.
Change into this; I'll do the paper-work in the meantime.
She closed the curtain, and walked to Sam who stood a few feet away, leaning on a shut-down heart-monitor.
She scribbled something on a blank file she had taken, and noticed they had a view behind the curtain, as she didn't close it properly.
'What's the matter, Sam? Are you hot? You look a little flushed.' Janet said, as she watched Sam watch Evans take his jacket and shirt off.
'Hm? What? No, Janet, I'm fine…' Sam said distracted.
Janet smiled, and Logan appeared from behind the curtain again, wearing only the grey short.
'Alright, doc, what do you want me to do?'
Fraiser had finished writing and walked over to Evans.
'First, I need you to sit down. I'm going to measure your pulse and take some blood. Then I'll put you on the treadmill for a while, and after that I'll take some more blood. I should have the results back in a few hours.'
'Alright.' Evans sat down. He knew the drill; he had studied a few years of medicine himself. His blood would be sent to a laboratory, where they would measure his white-blood count, red-blood count, haemoglobin-levels, that kind of stuff.
When Fraiser was done, he turned around and stepped on the treadmill, as Fraiser selected a pre-entered program. The treadmill began moving, and Logan started running.
Fraiser walked back to Sam after putting the vials of blood in a rack.
'He's cute.' Janet said to Sam after they looked at Logan for a few minutes.
'Hm. Yeah, I guess…' Carter said.
Fraiser looked at her, as she still stared at Logan. He had been running for a while, and his lightly tanned body was shining with sweat.
She started laughing.
'You are attracted to him!' She said.
Sam's head shot sideward to face her.
'Janet! I've known him for what, five minutes? Besides he's my superior officer. And I have a boyfriend.'
Janet looked at her meaningfully.
'Alright… whatever you say, Sam.' She said, but she couldn't suppress a grin.

After Logan had been running for ten minutes, Fraiser told him to stop, measured his pulse, took some blood and gave him a towel.
He was dried off and dressed in a few minutes, and after they said goodbye to the doctor, they left the infirmary.