A/N: Okay, it isnt very long at all, but hopefully the humor will make up for the lack of length. I have a couple more days of work and then should be able to get more up. Just so you know, Chris has been at the SGC for about 11 months now, in my mind (and if you have counted and I am wrong, please ignore it- my weakness is math...). Anyway, here is a little fun, but important snippet for you. Have fun and let me know what you think!!! Blurp!
Chris and Dart (nicknamed, courtesy of Jack) were sitting in her office a couple of months later, working (or, in Dart's case, sleeping) diligently when Colonel Reynolds walked in, agitated.
"Chris, why didn't you approve this?" he asked, tossing his request on her desk. Glancing at it, she rolled her eyes and handed it back.
"I am not approving iPods for your team, Colonel." She sighed.
"But, we need to be able to relax and-"
"Dr. Artanis, I need you to sign off on this right now!" one of the lab technicians cried, running into her office and nearly colliding with Reynolds. "We have to get a space heater or we are going to freeze to death!"
"I told you, Kelly, that needs to go maintenance, not me. They have to fix your heater." She said.
"Hey, I was talking here, geek. Go complain to-"
"Chris, here is my monthly requisition form." Major Lankerd said, squeezing by the other two, who were now heatedly arguing. Chris sighed and looked at the papers.
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" she cried. "What in the world do you need ATV's for?!"
"We would move so much faster on missions!" Lankerd said and she glared at him.
"You are not getting ATV's, Gene. Now, you need to-"
"Hey, Chris?" came another voice over the rest of the now shouting ones.
"Everyone shut up!!!" Chris yelled and the group turned and looked at her, still muttering amongst themselves.
"Hey! What's going on in here?" Jack asked, but unfortunately nobody heard him as that was the moment that Reynolds decided to speak.
"You guys need to get out of here. I have to talk to Chris- your stuff can wait." The room went crazy with people yelling and arguing. Suddenly, a deafening roar silenced them.
"OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT!" Chris screamed and they all shut their mouths, teeth clicking audibly. "GET! OUT! OF! MY! OFFICE!"
"But, Chris-"
"NOW!!!!!!!!!" She turned and saw Kelly kneeling beside Dart. "AND GET AWAY FROM MY DOG!!!!"
Quickly, they all scrambled from her office, Jack included. The others were grumbling, but he had a quirk of a smile on his face. Chris certainly knew how to deal with people around here. He decided that she probably wouldn't want to join him and the rest of SG1 for lunch, so headed for the commissary alone. When he got there, he loaded up his tray with food and sat down at the table, grinning.
"What's so funny, sir?" Sam asked and the rest looked at Jack.
"Oh, just Chris." He answered.
"Chris? Why?"
"She just went off on four different people- scared them stupid- even Reynolds!" he said, chuckling. "It was a helluva sight!"
"What? Why?" Daniel asked, wondering if he needed to go find her.
"Oh, they just kinda piled in on her at one time. Looks like she is a bit busy with this place and juggling everyone needing something from her." Jack said and Daniel frowned.
"You know, she is always complaining about how she keeps getting swamped…maybe General Hammond could assign her an assistant." He said and they looked at him.
"That actually isn't a bad idea, Danny. I'll pass it by him during our meeting today. I have to discuss the new recruits, anyway." Jack said with a nod and Daniel smiled.
Chris had an assistant within the week. His name was Devon Keeler, a new recruit to the SGC, assigned from Area 51. He was younger than she was by a few years, good looking with dark blonde hair and striking green eyes. And, man, was he built! His duties would be to help her keep copies of all requisitions and to filter new incoming ones for her. If it seemed a valid request, he was to pass it on to her. If it was a ridiculous request, he would deny it and send it back.
"Pretty simple, but time consuming." Chris said as she finished showing him his duties and he nodded, smiling handsomely.
"I think I've got it." He replied and looked down as and airman brought Dart back in from his walk outside. "And this must be the infamous D'Artagnan." He said, reaching down to pet the dog. But Dart was having none of it and immediately backed up with a snarl.
"Dart! Be polite!" Chris admonished, surprised at the dog's reaction. He had never been anything but friendly since she had gotten him, so this was unusual.
"It's okay. A lot of dogs seem to have that feeling about me- I don't know why, though! I have always loved dogs!" Devon said and Chris shrugged, casting one more confused glance at Dart.
"Weird. Well, anyway, do you want to grab some lunch with me and SG1? I told them I would meet them about this time."
"That would be great! I have heard so much about them!" Devon said and she led him to the commissary. She still wondered about Dart's reaction to the man, but brushed it off to the dog just meeting someone new. She would need to work with him and train him to not react poorly to new people and situations. He had already learned so much in just the short time she had had him- sit, stay, settle, come, down, and heel. He was so smart that she was considering training him to be a search and rescue dog. It was only because of his good manners that the General had even allowed him on base (wearing a bright orange bandana for easier visibility- although it was hard to miss him- he was huge for his age!). But with this new reaction, Chris wondered what had gotten into him. She wished she could read the dog's mind...