author's note: Alright, here is chapter 3! It's so awesome having the chapters ready and waiting instead of having to wait super long before I write the next one. I really should have done this from the get go, but it's a little late for that I guess. Anyway, I plan on sitting down and forcing myself to work on my stories so hopefully I'll get something done. But, I'll shut up now so you can get on with the chapter! Hope you like it and please let me know what you think!

Until then I guess I'll see you next week with chapter 4.

disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG1, Stargate Atlantis or Somewhere I Belong. They all belong to people who are much richer than I am.

Somewhere I Belong

Chapter 3

I Want To Heal

I was confused

Looking everywhere

Only to find that it's

Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind

John was equally as nervous as he was excited as he exited the elevator. Today was his first day at the SGC and after he checked in with General O'Neill he would be meeting his team. Well, they weren't actually his team he would just be joining them. And if he was honest with himself that's what he was the most nervous about.

He'd had a few days to think about everything over and over again. From the few files Davis had let him read he knew that SG-1 was a close-knit team and he wasn't entirely sure how they would take him being shoved into their lives. Davis had told him more than once that General O'Neill believed that he was a perfect fit, but he wasn't so sure. Of course, this whole nonsense of being afraid of what SG-1 would think about him had no doubt sprung from the fact that no one had wanted him when he was a child. He did his best to push that to the back of his mind and to focus on something else.

John had no idea when exactly he'd be meeting the rest of SG-1, but he definitely hoped it would be soon. He just wanted to get it over with. He had imagined meeting them and every time it ended badly for him. He hoped that wouldn't be the case, but that is what he was expecting. His nervousness suddenly skyrocketed as he rounded the corner and stopped in front of General O'Neill's office.

The General's door was open which gave John a chance to take in the room. The desk was directly ahead, its surface covered in files, some open and some closed. A few had even escaped onto the floor. There was a large book case along the wall behind the desk. There were, what looked to John, like various awards and certificates hanging on the walls, and there were even a few pictures scattered about.

O'Neill was hunched over the desk and at first John thought he was reading the file that was spread out on the desk in front of him. That was until he realized that the General was focused on something that he held in his lap. It wasn't until O'Neill shifted that John caught sight of the Game boy the General held in his hands. John wasn't sure what to make of that so he decided to not think about it. Instead he shook his head slightly to clear away any unwanted thoughts and knocked lightly on the side of the door. O'Neill quickly shoved his Game boy under some files before looking up.

"Major, I wasn't expecting you until 1030," O'Neill said as he stood.

John glanced at his watch. "It is 1030, sir."

"So it is," O'Neill said as he looked at his own watch.

"Yes, sir."

"Anyway, have you had the grand tour yet, Major?" O'Neill asked.

"No, sir," John replied.

"Perfect," O'Neill said clapping his hands. "Well, Major, how about we go meet your team? I would have brought them all here, but I figured it would be best to meet them in their natural habitats."

"Yes, sir," John said frowning slightly. The General was definitely not what he expected. With another shake of his head he followed O'Neill out the door.

And now he wasn't just nervous he was worried. This was the moment that he had been dreading as well as anticipating. He was fully expecting to be shut out by the rest of SG-1 despite all of the assurances from Davis. And now he was about to find out if he was right or not. There was a small part of him that was still hoping for acceptance, but the rest of him was expecting rejection.

It took a few minutes to reach their first destination and General O'Neill had attempted to make small talk the entire way there, but John was having a hard enough time focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. They stopped outside a door that led into a room full of computers, electronic equipment and all sorts of other gadgets with little blinking lights. Colonel Carter's lab.

"Carter," O'Neill called as he entered the room. John followed behind in silence.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" Carter asked.

"I've brought you your new fourth."

And then her attention was on him. With everything that he'd imagined would happen, the warm smile and enthusiastic greeting was not it. He tuned out most of what she said out of sheer surprise, but he did catch the tail end.

"It's good to have you aboard, Major," Carter said with that same smile still on her face.

"Thank you, ma'am," John responded.

"Well, Carter, we'll let you get back to . . . whatever you're doing. Sheppard here still has to meet Teal'c and Daniel."

"Of course," Carter said to O'Neill and then she turned back to John. "We'll meet up again for lunch and have a sort of team bonding thing."

"Sounds good, ma'am," John replied. Then he and O'Neill left. Another few minutes found them in the gym.

There was various exercise equipment about the room, but the center was bare. The only thing that was there was a large rectangular exercise mat. A couple benches were placed next to the mat and that was where Teal'c and a few Marines were. It seemed that they were taking a break. When Teal'c saw them enter he headed over to them.

"T, buddy, how goes the training?" O'Neill called out to Teal'c.

"All is well, O'Neill," Teal'c replied.

"Awesome," O'Neill said.

"I do not believe your only intention for visiting was to ask that question, O'Neill," Teal'c stated.

"You're right, it's not. I actually came down here to introduce you to the newest member of SG-1."

Teal'c's gaze then landed on John. And just like with Carter, Teal'c's reaction was the complete opposite of what he was expecting.

"It is good to meet you, Major Sheppard," Teal'c said with a slight bow of his head.

"Uh, yeah, you too," John replied.

"I believe that you will be a good addition to the team," Teal'c said.

"Thanks," John said back. All of this so far was definitely not what he had been expecting.

After that Teal'c excused himself so he could return to training with the Marines. John and O'Neill left shortly thereafter to go find the final member of SG-1. It took a few minutes for them to reach the last stop on their little trip. Unlike Carter's lab which despite all of the tech scattered about had been relatively organized, this room on the other hand was not. There were papers and books and artifacts spread over almost every available surface. This was no doubt Dr. Jackson's office.

O'Neill walked into the room and immediately picked up a small stone tablet. John followed him into the room and just looked around taking everything in. Dr. Jackson was apparently unaware of their presence because he was sitting at his desk working on something.

"Put it down, Jack." John looked over at O'Neill who actually did as he was told. What he found the most interesting was that Jackson hadn't even looked up and yet had still known what O'Neill was doing.

"So, whatcha doin'?" O'Neill asked moving to peer over the archeologist's shoulder.

"I'm working, which is more than I can say for some of us," Jackson replied giving O'Neill a rather pointed look.

"Hey, I work," O'Neill said.

"Sure you do, Jack," Jackson said. "So, what level are you on now?"

"I do work, Daniel," O'Neill shot back. "And I'm on level twenty-four."

"And you call that working?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Anyway, I didn't actually come down here to argue with you."

"That's because you always lose," Jackson said with a grin.

O'Neill just glared back before he gestured to John. "Daniel, meet Major Sheppard."

"Oh," Jackson said looking at John. "I forgot you were coming today."

"Of course you did," O'Neill cut in.

This time it was Jackson who glared at O'Neill. Then he turned back to face John. "It's good to finally meet you. Jack's been going on about you for a couple weeks now."

'A couple weeks?' John thought to himself. Again something he had not been expecting.

"I have not," O'Neill said indignantly.

"Yes, you have," Jackson shot back.

"Oh whatever. The Major here hasn't had a tour of the base yet, Daniel. Think you can separate yourself from your rocks long enough to do it?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem."

"Great. Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do," he said with a very pointed look in Jackson's direction, which the younger man completely ignored. O'Neill just shook his head before leaving. And then O'Neill was gone and he was left alone with Jackson.

"So, you haven't had the tour yet," Jackson said.

"No, sir, not yet," John replied.

"Please, just call me Daniel," Jackson said as he waved for John to follow him.

"Okay," John agreed as they walked down the hallway. "So, where are we going?" He actually felt more at ease around Daniel than he did the others. Maybe it had something to do with that fact that he wasn't military, John really wasn't sure.

"Well, I know most people save the best for last, but I figured we'd do that first, you know change things up a little."

"Sounds good to me."

They walked in silence for a bit, but it wasn't until they were on the elevator that John got up the courage to ask the question he'd been wanting to ask since he'd first met Colonel Carter.

"Can I ask you something?" John asked as the elevator doors slid closed.

"Sure," Daniel said.

"So, you knew that I was coming?"

"Of course we did," Daniel replied. "You didn't think that Jack would just put someone on the team unless he had approval from all of us did you?"

"Oh," was all John cold think to say.

"Don't worry, Major, you'll fit right in," Daniel replied.

"John," John corrected.

"John," Daniel agreed.

John's tension flooded out of him then. He was beginning to think that he had gotten himself worked up over nothing. Maybe he really would fit in around here. That was what people kept trying to tell him so maybe he should start listening.