Chapter Three…

After a few minutes of routine check-up, a CAT scan, and more questions from Freya as to what the various instruments in the room were (and after Janet explained that she was the healthiest person she had examined that day), they were finally able to ask her questions. She was sitting at the edge of a gurney, feet dangling near the floor, absently running her thumb over the dull side of a small knife she pulled out of her belt. It was the only weapon they hadn't taken from her, only because they didn't know about it.

"So…" Daniel said, sitting next to her, and for a fraction of a second, noticing she had extremely green eyes. "Tell us about yourself."

"About myself," she reiterated. "Well…I'm…well, where I come from I'm 19 but I don't know all the technical stuff about your planet so I wouldn't know how old I am here…um…I like swimming…" she said, shrugging, looking back and fourth at the three of them, realizing she should keep going. "I just recently learned about planets and the galaxy and such…quite fascinating, really, how I never knew. I hate greedy people, they really bug me…I don't like the sound of scratching fingernails; it makes me shiver. But I do like the sound of clashing swords, the smell of gunpowder and things that shine. I like going through that…that thing…in there, what is it that you called it?"

"Stargate," Sam said.

"Yes. The Stargate…" She said.

"So you've been through it before?" Hammond asked.

"Well, of course, hundred of times. Well, no, not hundreds, I'm exaggerating…me and Perna always have our adventures with it. Of course she decided not to come this time. Stupid girl…" Freya said, all very fast and casual.

"Who's Perna?" Daniel asked.

"She my friend. I live with her and her family back home. And what's with all these questions? When do I get to ask some?"

Hammond laughed, seeming somewhat amused. "You can ask whenever you like, and we'll be happy to answer," he said and then turned to Sam. "She doesn't seem like much of a problem and I have to get going, I have a meeting with the senator in an hour, do you think you can manage?"

"Of course, sir," she said. The odd feeling she experienced when Freya looked at her still hadn't dissipated, but for some strange reason, she didn't bother to tell the General as he left the room.

"So, basically, you're an explorer…" Daniel suggested.

"I guess that's the bulk of it, yeah…"

"Well, that's what we do, too," Sam said.

"Really?" Freya exclaimed; her green eyes gleaming like a four-year-old's. "That's fascinating! I've actually only met mean stingy people who want…money and…power and…blood all that unnecessary stuff. There was the time that I met some people who explained the existence of the…stargate and…all it's wonders and of space, but they turned out to be very strict and wouldn't let me leave. This is a nice change, it's too bad Perna decided not to come this time…"

"We meet those kinds of people all the time when we go off-world," Daniel said. "There's a little too much of them in this universe…"

"I know what you mean," Freya said, casually. "I met these really weird people once. Their voices were really abnormal, all deep and godly (quite a lot of nonsense actually). Their eyes glowed, too, that kind of bugged me out…"

"You came in contact with the Goa'uld?" Sam asked, wondering if there was more to this girl than met the eye. Thankfully, she didn't sense any Goa'uld in her, and her examinations were perfect but there was still a weird presence about her.

"That's how you pronounce it? I could never get it right; people never knew what I was talking about. You know, they put one of those…those things in my head?" she said, and Sam and Daniel exchanged glances. "Those-those…snake things…"

It's the protein marker, Sam thought, feeling foolish. That's what I felt. "How did you get it out?" she asked, sitting on a bed right across from her, feeling much safer now that she knew.

"See, I don't remember…someone got rid of it though…don't ask me who, cause I don't even think I can remember who did that, either…I can remember what it was like having it there, though. It was like…being on the plant, you know? Really, really trippy. I could feel myself doing all sorts of things and I could tell that I was saying words, but I really wasn't. It's actually kind of hard to describe," she explained, noticing the look on Sam and Daniel's faces. "What? Is that a problem?"

"No," Sam said, "it's just…we never really met anyone who survived getting the Goa'uld removed."

"Well, don't ask me anything about it, cause I wont remember…but I do remember waking up on an island on another planet. Let me tell you, that was definitely not fun. There was no one on the island and it took three weeks of no food or water to finally find the…the Stargate…" she said, shuddering at the memory. "Most people back home say the heat got to me, but you know, I don't entirely agree."

Just then, Janet poked her head into the room. "Sam? Can I see you for a minute?"

Sam exchanged looks with Daniel once more, before accompanying Janet.

"So, what do you do?" Freya asked Daniel sitting next to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you don't act like the rest of them. I can tell they're all military, but you…you stick out like a sore thumb, darling," Freya explained, softly.

Daniel smiled. "I'm an archaeologist."

"I think I know what that is…" she said, after a few moments. "Isn't that when you look at really old stuff?"

Daniel tried hard not to laugh, considering she almost sounded like Jack. He smiled, "Yeah…yeah, that's…that's what I do. I'm also a linguist, I know a…bunch of languages."

"Really?" Freya asked, intrigued. "Could you teach me one?"

"If we ever have time, sure…" Daniel replied, satisfied that they were better acquainted.

"Hey, Daniel…" they heard from another room. It was Sam. "Can you uh…come here a sec?"

"I'll be right back," he said to freyal, standing up and exiting the room. There was another room to his left and he walked inside. Janet and Sam were looking at something, and they looked concerned. 'What is it?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets as he approached them.

"This," Janet said. She was looking at a computer scan of Freya's brain and she was pointing to a large dark mark at the very back. "We got the results back from her CAT scan."

"Is that a tumor?" Daniel asked.

"No." Janet said, perplexed.

"Well, that's good, right?"

"Not necessarily," Sam explained.

"If I can't tell what it is, then I can't tell if it's life threatening or not," said Janet. "But there is good news. It doesn't have any of the characteristics of a tumor or anything similar. I mean, we've run into a problem like this before, and it could be just a part of her anatomy that this machine just can't read."

"We're just gonna keep an eye on it's progress," Sam said. "I've already phoned the General and he's granted her permission to stay here for a while. She has VIP room 4."

"I'll show her to her room, then…" Daniel sighed.