Season 6, after Unnatural Selection. Because Jonas seems fairly confident with a P90 after it.
This is one of those annoying little plot bunnies which I'm sure could have developed into something fun, but I just don't have time for.
Or any idea what happens. :o)

I always think of the start and end of stories first (yep, I do know exactly how my big fic ends). Everything in the middle is open to abuse.
Anyone fancy finishing it feel free, just let me know. Or if you're prepared to wait a couple of hundred years…

Unfortunately, no prizes for guessing the book reference. ;o)

Untitled
(Formation of the Unlikely Trouble Appreciation Society)

"Personally, I'm shocked it's taken you three days to read 1100 pages."

"Fiction should be savoured." Jonas grips the P90 tightly as he shifts the backpack to a better position. Trying not to knock into people as he and Sam walk down the corridor.

"Stephen King?"

"So?" He gives Sam a jaffa taught eyebrow raise.

"Just… and you got it from the base library?"

"They're expanding their fiction section. It's got a man-made virus in it so it's sort of scientific." He offers her a smile. "You should read it. It's got this great bit where-"

"Quinn!"

They both pull up at the commanding voice.

"I thought I told you you had five minutes to get ready. Get your lazy ass into the gate room now!"

Jonas throws a worried look to Sam, and a "Yes, sir" to Lieutenant Colonel Jake Harper, before disappearing around the corner to the Stargate.

Lt. Col. Harper turns his attention to Sam as soon as Jonas is out of view.

"Major Carter, as the ranking officer here I have to say; Ow! That really hurt!" Jake rubs his upper arm.

"Don't you dare pick on him."

"Hey, I wasn't going to. Just because he's the only non-marine on our little training run, doesn't mean I was going to… Not that I didn't consider it." Jake takes a quick step back, "hey, hey, hands where I can see 'em, lady."

"If this wasn't Colonel O'Neill's idea…"

"I promise I'll bring your little science buddy back in one piece. We're not doing much anyway. Breaking in some gate virgins. Bit of interplanetary co-operation and firearms training. It's nothing."

--ooOoo--

Jake follows the last of his team through the event horizon. Almost falling over on the other side he manages to get out a "close the iris!".

Taking a moment to rebalance himself he takes a quick head count. Three members of his team, SG-5, four beat up newbies, and the very useful Jonas Quinn. All present and correct, apart from the various injuries. He sighs partly in relief as he watches some of his group being led away to the infirmary.

General Hammond and Sam meet him at the bottom of the ramp.

"Colonel, what happened?"

"Attacked, sir. All very strange. Might have been a set up." He hooks a thumb back to Jonas whilst giving a wry smile to Sam. "Or it could be an SG-1 thing."

"Quite, Colonel. What about our new allies?"

"Looked as if they all got back through the gate safely. We should give them a call."

"Good, debriefing in one hour. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir," a nod to the General's retreating back.

"It's nothing?" asks Sam.

"Well, it was nothing-ish." Jake puts an arm around Jonas' shoulders. "Because this man is ace. If SG-1 ever decides you don't want him, I want first dibs." Sam smiles at Jonas' embarrassed look. Jake gives the shoulder a shake. "And it was fun, wasn't it Jonas?"

"I wouldn't call it that, Colonel. In fact, I think the term you used earlier was far more appropriate. You might know it Sam, apparently it's a military term."

Jake slaps a hand over Jonas' mouth before he can utter the next sentence.

"Yes, it was. And then it wasn't." Jake grins at Sam a touch too much.

"Uh huh," says Sam slowly, "and did you teach Jonas anything else?"

"Um. Usage of C4, more in-depth weapons training," Jake shoots a quick warning glance at Jonas as he removes his hand, "nothing else new I don't think."

"This jaffa is deceased. It is an ex-jaffa."

Sam's brow shoots up. Jonas tries to keep a straight face.

"Oh, and that."