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Ch 5 How Well Do You Know Your Doctor?

There was an excitement swirling around the lower floors of Cheyenne Mountain. There was an odor of purpose emanating from every corner of the SGC. SG-1, Troubleshooters, and Alpha Squad had their assigned tasks and were practically running around to get their equipment and themselves kitted up and ready to go.

Daniel was scrambling to get Joe and Nils the "Conversational Goa'uld" cd-ROM that he had been developing. The entire archaeology/cultural/historical department was working to provide both teams with all of the background information on Baal. Nyan and Kira looked as if they hadn't slept for three days. Yet, they were still out working many of the people there.

Sam was refining the equipment that the earthside team would be using. Specifically, she was developing a specialized version of a naquadah scanner. With this refined version of it, the members of Colonel O'Neill's team would not be dependent on Teal'c to detect symbiotes. The idea was to install then through the house as part of the security system. Kinsey never made anything easy. It was up to her to make their jobs easier.

Jack was arranging transportation for his team on this op. There would be a 727 waiting for them at Peterson AFB. Whole platoons of SF's were conscripted to transport all of the equipment to the plane. He was also reserving lodging in Washington, D.C. He was tempted to hack Kinsey's bank accounts and have him pay for ritzy rooms but thought better of it.

Teal'c was overseeing the equipment that would be used as well as securing transportation at the other end of the flight. Jack thought Teal'c saw too many TV shows as he was renting a "nondescript" white van.

The non SGC personnel were becoming acquainted with Janet's infirmary. She pointed out that these people were likely to come into contact with offworld viruses and bacteria. Not to mention the possibility of a goa'uld infestation. So each member of Team 10, Team 16, and the FBI were undergoing full physicals. Blood work, MRI, and all sorts of other diagnostics were run for a baseline on all of the personnel. The SGC's favorite Napoleonic Power Monger was in all of her glory. There were twenty people right here who knew how to be good, polite patients. Well, maybe it was the enticement of going offworld. Or maybe it was the fact that none of them had been wounded here and been forced to share her hospitality as yet. It was a pure pleasure to treat people who didn't grumble, swear, and worse all the time. There were, of course, exceptions to every rule.

One half of the unidentical twins of Alpha Squad, Bobby Taylor, was more than a little offended by the types of tests being run. Sure, given the circumstances - aliens that live in your body - the CAT scans and MRI's made sense. But turn your head and cough? The cold finger? That went too far. His basso profundo voice could be heard through the halls of the SGC arguing against the need for the more invasive examinations.

Janet, who had years of dealing with some of the worst patients the military had to offer, just leveled a look at him and threatened him with the big needles.

The other half of the unidentical twins, Wes Skelly, tried a different approach. He turned on his Irish charm. The blarney was thick in the infirmary. He declared he'd give her the moon itself if Janet didn't make him do this. He promised her exotic flowers from Thailand if she wouldn't make him do that.

Janet just rolled her eyes and declared that she had all of that and more already.

Sam Starrett had perhaps the foulest mouth that Janet had ever encountered in her years with the Air Force. She decided that the term 'swearing like a sailor' was specifically meant for Roger "Houston" "Sam" Starrett. He didn't have the patience for a PET scan, the EEG, EKG, anything.

In direct contrast to Sam was Mike Muldoon. He looked embarrassed about being bare assed - pun intended. He was, however, unfailingly polite.

With twenty some odd new, and fine-looking men, standing around in nothing but their shorts, Janet's nurses found others to sigh and lust after. It wasn't until after they found out that half of them were married or spoken for that they stopped fanning themselves. In public anyway. In private, they all agreed that there was something about the SGC, and SG-1 in particular, that characterized the finest men that God put breath into.

After the first four, Janet decided that an assembly line of sorts would be the answer to the time constraints. All medical personnel were called back to the base. There were several medical stations set up throughout the infirmary and iso rooms.

Joe Cat and Johnny Nilson were in awe of Daniel Jackson's linguistic abilities. They came across him casually translating a complicated bit of Goa'uld writing for some of the civilian scientists. It came out in conversation that Daniel spoke twenty-three Earth languages as well as several offworld languages. Jack could almost see Joe and Nils doing a Wayne and Garth "We're not worthy! We're not worthy!"

"Which languages do you speak?" Nils was more than a little curious.

"Well, Arabic was my first language, then French, and English. I also speak German, Russian, Spanish, Gaelic, Norwegian, Latin, Mayan, Phoenician, Dutch, Greek, Italian. There are others but who cares. It's just a talent I have."

"Cat! You'd better take care of my archeologist or we'll have words." Joe looked at Jack sure that he was kidding and was shocked that Jack was deadly serious. "Listen. Daniel here has come a very long way in becoming a soldier. He never will be for two reasons. Mostly because he doesn't care about his personal safety. He'll put himself in the line of fire - he has put himself in the line of fire - for something he believes in. The other is he will always question your orders if there is a higher moral question to address. I hate splitting up my team but I don't see any way around it."

"Hey! Archeologist standing here! For your information, Jack," Daniel looked at Jack with a combination of innocence, hurt, and blistering anger. "I have complete confidence in yours, Sam's, and Teal'c's ability to save my ass. That is why I have and will be willing to put myself into danger."

"Yeah Daniel? How do you explain how you got to be dead for a year?" Daniel opened his mouth to defend himself. "Ascended, whatever. The point is that you 'died' of radiation poisoning just to save a bunch of strangers on a strange planet who were willing to let you hang out to dry! I only just got you back, so no doing that again for quite a while!"

"You were on that planet too, Jack. So was Sam. And so was Teal'c. You save my ass. I save yours. I thought that was how it all worked." Jack looked slightly taken aback.

"Seriously, Cat, you are one of the few people I can see me sending Carter and Daniel out there with without my backup."

Daniel let loose a short burst of laughter. "You'd better not let Sam hear you say that. She'll kick your ass. Remember level three advanced? Plus what you and Teal'c have taught her since? More and more blackmail." Daniel's grin was pure evil.

Cat gave a bark of laughter and looked to Daniel. "How much blackmail do you have on him now?"

"Let's just say that I can have anything that I might want."