A/N: Now, just because it's stil introduction, doesn't mean you don't have to review. This is a short chapter, the lengths vary.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Stargate; SG-1. I own Logan.

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Chapter 3

- SGC Cafeteria

After visiting the infirmary, Carter and Evans went to the cafeteria for lunch. They sat down at a table for two.
'So what to you think so far?' Sam asked as she put sugar in her coffee.
'I don't know what to think.' Logan said truthfully.
'I guess I'm looking forward on doing whatever we're going to do. Getting to know you, the people I'm going to work with.'
He took a bite from the croissant he bought, and stirred his tea.
'Well, in the interest of getting to know each other,' Sam said.
'I saw you had a tattoo, while you were running.' Sam nudged her head to a part of a symbol on the inside of Logan's left upper arm, visible under the short sleeve of his black t-shirt. He had hung his jacket on the back of his chair.
'What does it stand for?' She asked.
'Oh it's just… It's a drawing I made a few years ago. I was part of a Black Ops-team, and we had it tattooed together. Just too… symbolise the history we share.' Logan said.
'I see.' Sam said.
'Do you have any more tattoos?'
'No. Perhaps in the future.' Logan said.
'What about you?'
'Me?' Sam asked surprised. Logan looked at her as he sipped his tea.
'I… yes. I have a small one.' Sam said, sounding a little embarrassed.
'Really? Where?'
'Well… maybe you'll get to see. Some day.' The words came out before she even knew she said them. Sam realized what she's said, turned slightly red and quickly turned to her coffee, not facing Logan.
The Colonel however didn't say anything, but smiled to himself as he took another sip of his tea.
'You kids having fun?' Jack O'Neill's voice suddenly sounded.
He was standing next to their table, holding a cup of coffee.
'Care to join us, sir?' Carter asked, quickly swallowing her coffee.
'I'd love to, Carter, but unfortunately I'm taking my coffee back to the office. I still have reports to write.' He said grumbling.
'But anyway, I'll see you two at 1500. Don't be late.' He pointed at Evans as he walked away.

- SGC Control Room.

After lunch, Sam took Logan up to the Control Room.
'So, what do you think?' She asked him, as he stared at the Stargate through the window.
'Pretty amazing.' He said.
'Over here we dial the Gateadresses,' Sam said as she pointed at the computer screen.
'And here are the Iris-regulation controls.'
Suddenly alarm's started flaring.
'Offworld activation.' Someone called.
Sam looked puzzled for a moment, then her face cleared up.
'It must be SG-11. They are scheduled to return right about now… Pay attention, you're gonna love this.' She told Logan.
'Receiving IDC… you're right ma'am, it's SG-11' An Harriman said.
Logan was looking through the window.
The metal Iris which had been closed while the Stargate was activating, now opened to reveal the blue-ish puddle.
SG-11 came through, the puddle disintegrated, and the Stargate shut of.
Sam had been moving closer to Logan as he watched, and was now standing beside him, their arms touching.
'You know, I've read about this a lot, but it's so much more astonishing to see it with your own eyes… To think a race of people was actually able to create this…'
'I know. Amazing, when you stop to think about it.' Sam said.
She then took his arm and led him away from the Control Room.
'Well, now you've seen pretty much everything. I'll take you to your guestroom; give you some time to settle in. And if your physical turns out ok, I'll see you at the briefing at 1500 hours, and in the Gateroom at 1600. Excited?'
'Well… a little, I have to admit.' Logan said.
'Just a little? I was a nervous wreck before my first mission.' Sam said.
Logan laughed.
'Well… I guess it might take some time to get used to this. But I think it's going to be fun.'