A/N Oh, wow! No, this isn't our nice Jack... yes, he's more extreme in places than the movie version, but there is a reason for that... (rubbing hands together)...wait for it.

Nyx Ro, I've gone ahead and fixed the artificial life form thing. I actually had in mind that Daniel was joking, but it didn't come out quite that way. There is a reason for a weird Jack who can't control himself and acts pretty angry all the time, but telling you would give away too much. Thank you so much, the review was very helpful. I've already completed the story, but that doesn't mean I can't make changes if need be.

"Jack, what's going on?" Daniel looked at him solemnly.

"What?"

"I don't know what's happening to you, but something is."

Jack's anger choked him. That caring look on Daniel's face just...Calm down, you're in control. You need to breath. "Just tired, Danny-boy. Been a long few months." He smiled, hoping it looked genuine.

"Yes, it has." Daniel's eyes were uncertain behind his glasses. "What did I do exactly, Jack? I don't know why you're so angry with me."

"Just tired. Of things. Life. Not you." Good answer, Jack, why don't you just ask to be sent to the shrink.

"I don't think that's it, but, um, if you need to talk, or something, I'm here." Daniel peered at him expectantly.

Jack wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to tell his friend everything. But he couldn't let anyone know. If he did they'd use it against him. They'd take everything away from him. He started to sweat. "No, I'm good." He left Daniel standing there with a confused and hurt look on his face.

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Three weeks later...

"So, what did I tell ya?" Jack was ranting in his office while Teal'c stood stoically near the door. "That damn marine does not belong on my team! What the hell was she thinking? Huh?"

"I believe she was considering the fact of our imminent capture, O'Neill" The big Jaffa lifted that eyebrow. "I am inclined to be grateful for her assistance."

Jack grimaced. "If Daniel hadn't had to poke his head in that temple, we wouldn't have had any problems. Go through the 'gate, gather some information, go home. End. But what does old Dr. Jackson do?" Try to kill himself.

Teal'c cocked his head and that eyebrow went up.

"I'll tell ya, he just has to look at one more ruin. Their most sacred ruin. And no," he waved his hand, "I don't think it was on purpose, it never is. What was he thinking? Nothing to do with safety, I'd bet. He never looks for danger, just bounces around like a little boy." Like Charlie, he thought. He pushed the image of Charlie out of his mind.

"He didn't even notice the locals waving spears at us! And that marine, coming in and turning it into chaos! We're lucky we made it out." He was just gathering steam to continue his tirade, but Teal'c broke in.

"O'Neill, MajorBaker was merely causing a disturbance to facilitate our escape. Her distance from the crowd was too great for her to have been in any danger. I believe you would have acted in a similar manner." Ach! Logic and reason. Got him every time.

"Ok, so it worked. But don't you think she could have gotten permission from her commanding officer first? A simple message over the radio?" There, that was a logical point.

"O'Neill, is there something wrong with your memory?" Teal'c stared at him.

"What?" Jack blinked and stared.

"The warriors had taken our equipment, including our radios."

Jack swallowed. He scowled. "That's not the point. The point is that he- she could have gotten us killed!"

"Are you angry with Major Baker or DanielJackson?"

"Both! I'm tired of pulling Daniel's ass out of fires all the time. I won't have him die on me again." He swallowed, near tears. Whoa, that was wrong. Jack didn't do weepy unless someone died, and then it was in total privacy.

"I think you are having difficulty with something other than MajorBaker. Perhaps a visit to the infirmary would be wise." Jack stared at his friend as he walked out the door. Well, hell, he thought. Maybe he needed sleep. Maybe he needed a vacation. He needed something.

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Anna hissed as Dr. Janet Frasier cleaned her hands with antiseptic. "I think you'll live," she told her with a small, warm smile. "These are mostly just light scratches. And your shoulder is just bruised."

"Thank you, doctor. Am I free to go?" Anna just wanted out of here. Anywhere there was medical equipment threw her into a state of jittery nerves. What if someone learned what she was doing? She had to keep her head.

Janet frowned a bit, but she snapped off her gloves and gave her a nod. "Just make sure you come back if there's any indication of infection."

Nodding, Anna slid off the bed and started getting dressed. Don't say anything, she thought, just go away. Her tense shoulders relaxed as she pulled on the rest of her clothes.

Deciding to work in her office until the debriefing, she was surprised to see that someone was sitting there waiting for her. Her step faltered just a bit as she entered the room. O'Neill and Daniel. Who else? The Colonel must have come to tear her a new one for doing things her own way. Again.

She stood in the doorway, schooling her face into its customary lack of expression. Blanking her eyes, she waited. She knew this game. She took the opportunity to study her CO. His face was lined with experience, his eyes told her that he could be as cold as ice, or as compassionate as a saint. He had a sense of responsibility that went way too deep, and guilt that was rooted even deeper. She knew all about his previous work. After all, she'd been in the same line of work until her work at NID. Her palms started to sweat. Oh, no, we won't go in that direction, she thought.

"What the hell were you doing out there, Major?" Here we go, she thought.

"Providing the means for the team to fall back to the Stargate, Colonel." She knew he hated the way she spoke, all military formality and regulation. But it made her feel in control, so too bad for him. She needed all the control she could get. It was the only thing keeping her whole.

"So, felt like a good riot, didja?" O'Neill stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I mean, you didn't think Daniel could have talked our way out of there?"

"No, sir, I didn't. He didn't understand the language. And the hostiles were not interested in talking." Oh, boy. She could almost see the steam rising off his head now.

"And you know this how? Aht!-" a hand sliced through the air- "He'd have gotten the hang of it. Daniel could talk a damn starving man outta a steak, Baker. You don't decide when things aren't working, I do. Not you. You take orders. From me."

"Sir, I'm aware of Dr. Jackson's abilities. However, the leader gave the order to kill you all. That didn't imply that a peaceful solution was possible. Sir."

"I don't give a rat's-"

Silent until now, Daniel broke in. "You could understand the language?" Daniel had had trouble identifying it, though he'd guessed it had some similarities to a remote dialect in spoken in Medieval Hungary. "What language was it, and how do you know it and why didn't we know you knew it? Why wasn't it in your file that you know an alien language?"

Oh, damn. She'd screwed up. "That is classified information, Doctor." She needed to get control of herself.

"Classified?" She could hear anger and shock in the Colonel's voice. "I think I have clearance to hear this." He turned to leave, and she knew where he was headed.

Keeping her voice even, Anna said as calmly as she could, "Not for this, Sir." She held his eyes. "You can speak to General Hammond if you feel it necessary, but he won't be able to tell you anything."

Smiling, his eyes cold and dark, he snarled back at her, "I know you're hiding something, and I'm going to find out what." She couldn't stop the involuntary flinch. Bullseye. He knew. Part of her wished he knew all of it.

In the briefing room, she kept her posture rigid, waiting for the explosion. She was sitting next to Teal'c who remained silent, but the other members of SG-1 did not.

"What do you mean it's need to know?! I need to know!" O'Neill stated in a low voice.

"This information would have been useful before we 'gated out, sir!" Carter sounded frustrated.

"I think someone knowing alien languages is something that I should have been made aware of." Jackson was definitely peeved.

Hammond held up his hands. "Hold on!" He leaned back in his chair, then sat forward again. "Major Baker, do you have a good explanation for why your file is incomplete?"

"Sir, I can't tell you anything." Under the table, her hands were clenched, but she thought she did a pretty good imitation of being composed. "Only a presidential order can release me from the non-disclosure. You can call him, sir, and request permission to view my entire file." She felt Hammond's stare as she lifted a hand to her cup and sipped her now cold coffee.

"Oh, sir, come on! We go to other planets, fercryinoutloud!"

"I will look into it." He seemed to be warning them all. "Now, tell me what happened on PX4-991."