Stargate SG-1 belongs to MGM and Angel belongs to Mutant Enemy. No copyright infringement is intended. Fanfiction is, in my opinion, free advertisement. There are many things I've bought because I enjoyed fanfiction that crossed into a new fandom. I encourage everyone to purchase these products.

Chapter 8

Jack look around the hall to make sure Teal'c and Danny weren't hanging around and snuck into Sam's office. Sam was sitting there staring at her computer screen and typing away on the keyboard.

"I need to talk to you," whispered Jack. Sam startled jumped up and reached for her gun before realizing who was talking to her.

"What?" she asked, her voice annoyed and impatient. Jack was always interrupting her.

"I don't want the others to know I'm here. I want to talk to you about Cordelia Chase. I want to keep looking into her background. Someone who was involved in that many crime scenes in high school cannot be normal. I don't care if it doesn't look like she's got anything to do with aliens or the NID. I want to be sure she's really on the level. Especially since Teal'c seems to like her so much. If she's anything other than what she seems we need to know now, before they get any closer."

"Way ahead of you sir," Sam began. She beckoned him closer, to come to her side of the desk to look at her computer screen. "Look at this. Her high school newspaper had an obituary column. That's extraordinary even if it wasn't such a small place. I've been looking into all the public records on her and the one thing I'm sure of is I don't want to move to Sunnydale."

"What do you mean 'had'? You mean the deaths stopped when she left?" Jack looked at Sam, his forehead wrinkled up in confusion.

"Their high school blew up in a gas leak explosion at graduation. It killed several people including the mayor and the principal. Here is a scary fact, over a dozen students died at graduation and I calculate that their graduating class still had the lowest fatality rate in the history of their school. It was noted in the last issue of the newspaper about that rate before graduation, so the students must have had some idea of what was going on. The school was almost 100 year old too."

"That many teenagers have been dying there for that long and it isn't national news?"

"I've looked through some of the coroner's reports. People there were dying of the strangest causes. The number one cause of death is by barbecue fork. Second was animal attack. There are also several reports of gangs on PCP wearing strange masks and a lot of gas leaks too."

"You think Chase had anything to do with it?"

"I think she knew what was up. I'm thinking she might have had something to do with the decrease in murders. Several people who appear on the police reports with her show up without her at even more crime scenes, although they weren't always interviewed. Including one Buffy Summers, who was awarded a write in award at prom, giving credit to her and her friends for the decrease."

"You think she's a vigilante?"

"Possibly, I need to do more research first."

"Well keep on it. Until then we should try and keep Chase and Teal'c apart. Where is Teal'c anyway?"

"He's with her actually, sir," Sam said biting her lip unsure of what else to say.

"#!#!"

--

"So anyway, Xander told me that Willow is really improving mentally, thanks to the group in Devon who deals with these problems."

"'These problems'?" Teal'c asked, his eyebrow raised, as he interrupted Cordelia's monologue.

"She's addicted to books, ancient books, her girlfriend was really concerned too. I wonder if they would have planned an intervention if my doctor hadn't known about this group in Devon? Giles knew about the group too, he just didn't realize how addicted she was. She'd been 'borrowing' his books without his knowledge," Cordelia explained. She had gotten really good at relating magical problems into mundane ones.

"OH! Let's go into this store!" Cordelia exclaimed grabbing Murray's arm and dragging him into yet another store. Cordelia had discovered a small outlet mall near her home and had dragged Murray with her. So far he'd suffered 4 hours of shopping as he judged the clothing she tried on and carried her purchases. Cordelia still loved clothing even if she wasn't as much a snob as she had once been. Besides she knew eventually a lot of these clothes would come back into style and that no one around here would remember that she'd worn them before. So far she hadn't met a single fashion crazy person here in the Springs.

Teal'c suffered through another 40 so minutes of helping Cordelia decide on what to buy. She really missed her credit card with no limit back when her father was rich. Soon Teal'c could barely see anything around all the bags and boxes he was carrying.

"Okay, I guess that's enough shopping for today!" Cordelia declared. Teal'c felt relief at this phrase and began the journey back to her car. As they started to walk Cordelia felt a jerk as a man grabbed her purse and began to run away. The poor thief had no idea who he was dealing with. Instead of yelling out Cordelia ran after him, overtook him, punched him, got her purse back and was next to Murray again as if it had never happened.

"That was impressive," Teal'c said looking at her over the boxes he hadn't had the chance to even release before it was all over.

Cordelia shrugged, "I was a cheerleader. And he's an idiot." Cordelia glanced over her shoulder at the downed thief who was being handcuffed behind her. He was being liberated of the four wallets he had apparently stolen earlier that day. "This is a military town after all, he was bound to run into someone who would stop him. Let's hurry to the car, all this shopping made me hungry. Where do you want to go for lunch?"

End – Chapter 8

REVIEWS INSPIRE ME!

You didn't really think Jack and Sam were giving up on this were you? They were just pretending since Teal'c and Daniel don't find her suspicious.

I have no idea if there really is an outlet mall in Colorado Springs.

This chapter was surprisingly easy to write. I was afraid I had writers block so I wrote out some things I wanted to eventually happen and went through my old notes and was like "Add these two ideas, stir, and make a chapter." It's too early for what I was originally planning to happen next.