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Chapter 3: Meeting Daniel…

Sam, Jack and the young girl made their way to Daniel's office…

"Daniel?" Jack called, pushing the door open, only to reveal a rather large mess. "Don't you ever clean up this place?" He grumbled, then he spotted his friend sitting behind the large old desk, an old ancient book resting in front of him.

Daniel slowly turned his body to look at the visitor, keeping his eyes glued to the book as long as he good in a last attempt to finish the page. "What?" he muttered, finishing the page. He found Jack standing by the door looking tired and annoyed. "Oh no. I did it again, didn't I? I thought I was getting better at this… I can't believe it's morning already…" He turned to the clock. "Wait… it's… what are you doing here?"

Jack raised his eyebrows as he turned around, expecting to his 2IC and the mysterious visitor waiting behind him, as they had been a moment ago, but they weren't in sight. "Just a sec…" he left the room and immediately found them two feet away from the door.

Sam was trying to pull the young girl towards the door, doing her best not to hurt her in any way. But the girl refused to budge; she sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Carter?" Jack asked, taken back by the rather amusing sight. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like, sir?" she grunted as she pulled the girls arm, with little success. "She won't budge! I think she's too scared to go into another room - and she's putting up a pretty good fight about it, too."

Jack held back a laugh, knowing that it would probably make the situation worse. "Need some help?" he asked instead, as he leaned against the wall with a grin.

"Thank you, sir, but I think I'm more then capable enough to move a stubborn child into Daniel's office." She blew some hair out of her face in a frustrated huff.

Jack nodded. "Right. I didn't say that you couldn't," he said, holding his hands up in a defensive position, not wanting the brunt of Carter's wrath. "But she IS an alien child, after all, she may have some unique powers that can resist even your strength."

Sam let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes. "Maybe…" a moment later she turned to him. "Fine, sir, if you really want to help, why don't you bring her?" she said, sweeping her hands towards the child for emphasis.

Jack grinned at the challenge. "Okay, then," he said, and he moved over to the child and held out his hand. "Come on, let's do this again." He waited for the girl to accept his hand.

The girl narrowed her eyes at the extended offer that was his hand. Last time she trusted him she ended up getting poked by a woman in a white coat. She glared at him and backed away as much as she could, sliding along the ground.

Sam let out a laugh. "Maybe she has some super powers that can resist your hand as well, sir."

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny, Carter. Just thought it would be a good idea to take a different approach." He pulled his hand back. "Okay… that didn't work. What about bribing her? I mean, she does look hungry, doesn't she? Why don't we go get something for her and-"

"Sir, we can't bribe her with food! We're not going to starve her just because she doesn't trust us. If I were in her shoes, I don't think I would trust you either; look at what happened last time, with Janet and the needles…"

"Oh, she didn't mind that, she's a tough girl, she can take it. Right?" he bent over to look at the child. Under her reproachful glare (if looks could kill!) he reconsidered. "Well… maybe she is just a little mad with us… huh?"

"I think that's a little under-rated, sir." Sam let out a breath. "Okay, let's try once more."

"Alright, Carter, I'm going to pick her up and you're going to grab her arms and legs, since there is no way I want to get beat up by a little girl. Ready?" After Sam nodded an affirmative, he braced himself, muscles tense, for action. His eyes locked on the girl, he said, "On the count of three… one, two, three."

Jack waited a moment for Sam to grab the girl's wrists before he slid his hands under her arms. Sam tried to get the feet, but they were already flailing, trying to land a kick on either of them; she was putting up a good fight for such a small girl. She managed to kick Sam in the cheek, causing Sam to let go of one hand, then she turned around and bit Jack in his shoulder.

"AHH!" Jack screamed. Of course, he had been bit before by Charlie when he was younger, but nothing like this. He lost his balance and toppled over the girl, bringing Carter, who was still holding onto her hand, down on top of them.

Daniel rushed out of his office just in time to see it all happen. "What the hell is going on here?" He watched as Sam and Jack scrambled to their feet and a young girl backed away from them both.

Sam rubbed her face and felt some blood oozing out of her check, while Jack inspected the bite that had broken through his skin; he hoped that girl had gotten a rabies shot.

The girl rubbed her arm, a single teardrop slid down her cheek as she saw and the large blue and purple bruise already forming.

Daniel didn't know what to say. He was clueless as to what was going on for he had never seen this child before, and he certainly never heard anything about her. "Guys?"

Sam looked up at Daniel, embarrassed that he had found her on top of her CO. "Hey… umm, this is- actually, we're not sure, we were hoping you could help us with that." She jumped over the girl's leg and rubbed her cheek again, inspecting her hand for any trace of blood.

"What?" Daniel asked, confused.

"The Colonel can fill you in, I probably should go inform General Hammond about her. So, if you guys will excuse me." She was ready to leave when Jack caught her hand.

"Carter," He said, tugging on her to turn around. And she did.

"Yes sir?" She asked, although she knew the reason; he wanted to examine her cheek.

Jack narrowed his eyes at the blood running down her face; it made him worried. The gash was half an inch away from her eye, and it looked painful. He gently touched it and saw her wince in pain. "I want you to get that checked out." He ordered.

Sam seemed to regret his decision, but she didn't complain about it. "Yes, sir." She said glumly. "I think you should get your shoulder looked at as well, Colonel, after all, she isn't like us and-"

"Thank you, Carter." Jack said, cutting her off. He turned his attention back to the child, and ignored the pain in his arm. He could feel some blood tinkling down from the top of his shoulder. There would be a nasty bruise, but he would live, though he worried Sam's might be a scar that would muss up her perfect face. (But it wasn't as though she would be any less beautiful with it)

Sam turned on her heels and headed towards General Hammond's office. There was going to be a lot of explaining to do…

"Jack, who is she?" Daniel motioned to the girl.

Jack exhaled. "Her? She's a fighter."

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Sam hurried down the hall as fast as she could while walking, putting pressure her cheek slightly to stop the blood flow. She didn't think it would be a good idea to see General Hammond like this, so she hurried into the ladies room, and stopped in front of the sink.

The injury surprised her; she didn't think it was all that bad, until she saw it. It still was probably wasn't as bad as it looked, but it didn't look good at all. She quickly picked up a washcloth and gently began to wipe away the blood, causing her to wince a few times. The pain was bad, but she'd been through worse.

As she finished, she stared at the mirror once more. The kid was tough. She a nod of satisfaction she made her way to General Hammond's office.

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Daniel sat against the wall with a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other. Jack had filled him in on everything, and together they decided after what happened last time when they tried to bring the girl in, they thought it best to keep her outside.

Daniel wrote a word in every language that he knew, including all of the alien ones he had picked up on over the past eight years. The girl didn't seem to understand what they were doing. She barely looked at the paper unless Jack pushed her head in that direction, then she seemed to study it, but not understand it.

Daniel sighed. "Okay, this is clearly not working." He handed her the notebook and pen, which the girl cautiously accepted. "Go ahead, write something, in your language."

The girl eyed him, before turning to the page. She tore it out, and jabbed the pen into the next empty page. The pen cut through several layers of paper, but the girl didn't seem to notice. She then began to draw something, something that neither Jack nor Daniel had a clue what it was.

They sat there for five minutes, waiting for the picture to be done, it seemed like they had been there hours before the girl handed Daniel the notebook back, she kept the pen in her hand, squeezing it tightly.

Daniel stared at the paper. It was a large circle, in the center, with several triangles around a dot in the corner that pierced through the paper. Outside the circle were small circles, with little triangles inside each one; they were all connected with a line going through them.

"What is this?" Daniel asked, he hadn't seen anything like this before. "What does it represent?" he turned to the girl, who only stared back at him. He motioned what he was asking as best he could. "What is this?"

The girl tilted her head in confusion.

Jack chuckled slightly, causing both the girl and Daniel to look at him. He wiped the grin off his face and straightened up. "What? Can't I find this whole thing you two are doing, funny?"

"Jack. This is serious. How are we going to communicate if you laugh at everything I do?" Daniel said, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

Jack shook his head. "I don't know if you could call that communicating. She doesn't seem to understand a thing you're saying, and you need to do it in smaller pieces. Waving your hands up in the air won't help tell her you're talking about the sky."

"Jack!" Daniel snapped.

"Hey! I'm only trying to help you, Daniel." Jack said with a smile.

"I don't want your help if you're going to use it in this way." Daniel snapped. The pressure was getting to him. He didn't like not being able to help someone. He wanted to find her language. He had to.

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Sam knocked on the General's door with a sigh. She hoped he wouldn't remark on her cheek, but knowing him he would. Still, she hoped he wouldn't.

"Enter," came the voice from behind the door.

Sam hesitated and took a deep breath before pushing the door open. "General."

"Major." General Hammond acknowledged. "What can I do for you?" Under normal circumstances, he would have asked someone why he or she was up so early, but knowing Major Carter, that could be a lengthy answer that he wasn't ready to try and understand.

"Well, sir. I guess I'll start at the beginning. Thor-"

He knew right away this would take a while. "Take a seat, Major." He gestured to the chair in front of her.

Sam sighed silently and nodded. "Yes sir."

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Daniel was more frustrated then ever now. He couldn't seem to make this kid understand what he was telling her, or, rather, trying to tell her. Jack reminded him that not everyone was as smart as he was. Maybe that was the problem… maybe he needed to try something different, but he couldn't put his finger on what.

Jack sighed, stretching out his arms with a yawn. "Daniel, I think we've been here for an hour already, do you want to call it quits? It looks like she's asleep already." They both turned to the girl, who seemed to be forcing her eyes to stay open, but even as they watched, they were slowly drifting shut. "She's exhausted. As we both should be. Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Daniel shook his head.

Jack glanced at his watch and wrinkled his forehead. "You don't want to." He got to his feet and popped a few bones while doing so. "Ouch." He held his shoulder and winced. "Okay, I think I should put this lovely, mean, young girl to bed, what do you think?"

Daniel shrugged. "I don't know. I think she would like something to eat, she looks pretty hungry."

"That can wait until tomorrow, she's to tired to eat, look at her."

The poor girl looked like she was ready to collapses at any minute, her head was leaned against the wall, and was beginning to fall towards one side. Soon her whole body shifted, and she would have crashed onto the fall, if Jack hadn't stopped her.

"See? She's tired. Don't worry though, Daniel, you have tomorrow to try to communicate something to her." Jack slid his hands under the girl's skinny body; he didn't expect her to be so light. He didn't think Charlie was this light, even when he was two. As he walked towards the elevators, he noted he would make sure she ate a lot of food the next few days. She was too skinny, too light, and frankly, it worried him.

Jack somehow managed to get his access card out of his pocket and slide it down for the elevator to open, all without waking up the child in his arms. Feeling very proud of himself, he hit floor fifteen, and waited for the doors to reopen. Before they did, they picked up an airman on the seventeenth floor, who stared at the both of them awkwardly.

"Do you have a problem with kids?" Jack snapped, impatient with the unknown airman.

The airman cleared his throat. "Umm, no sir. I like… kids."

"Then stop staring at us." Jack retorted quietly. The elevator made it to floor fifteen and Jack stepped out. He smiled to himself as the doors closed, he loved being a higher rank then most people working here. He adjusted his grip on the girl and made his way to the VIP rooms (he would consider her a very important person; after all, she had met Thor.)

He nodded to an airman to open the door for him before walking into the room and making his way over to the bed. The airman pulled back the covers for him, and he slid the girl into the bed. "There you go," he whispered. The girl automatically rolled over to her side, facing Jack.

"Goodnight." He felt the need to kiss her on the forehead, but fought against it. After all, imagine the remark this airman would give him if he did! He followed the airman out of the room and ordered him to guard the door, and to notify him immediately if she woke up…

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General Hammond sat forward in his chair and folded his hands with a deep sigh. "So where is this child now?"

"I'm not sure, sir. I think she may be outside Daniel's office where I last saw her. She didn't seem to want to move anywhere else. Actually, she picked up quite a fight with us."

General Hammond nodded slowly for a moment. "What do you plan on doing with her?"

Sam straightened. "Well, sir. Colonel O'Neill and I think we should try to communicate with her. See where she's from, and why she left it. Maybe somehow get her home. I'm sure her parents are worried about her."

"Yes. I'm sure they are." General Hammond paused, staring directly at her injury. "Major, did you get that from the child?"

Sam sighed silently and touched her cheek; she could feel a small pool of blood on it. Damn! "Yes sir. I don't think she meant to hurt me, she just didn't trust us…" For some reason, she felt the need to stick up for the kid, though she didn't know why.

The General nodded. "Very well, you're dismissed. I want to be notified if anything changes."

"Yes, sir." Sam said, pushing herself up from the chair.

"And Major? I want you to get that looked at, now."

Sam nodded. "Yes sir."

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