NON REVESABLE EFFECTS

CH 1

I stared at the book loaded shelves in front of me, having no clue where to start.

"How do you want me to pack these?" I asked.

"Mm," Daniel thought as he placed a wrapped Aztec statue in the box at his feet. "Box them in sets, if you would."

I nodded my head in agreement with that plain of action and commenced boxing. It didn't seem like that much of a workout, but after a few boxes I worked up a sweat. Pausing, I wiped my forehead with the sleeve of my jump suit before I unzipped the top half and tied the sleeves around my waist - glad I wore a tee underneath. I continued to pack away Daniel's books as he continued to pack his artifacts. I was fine working in compatible silence, but not knowing was killing me.

"So why are you going to Atlantis again?" I asked Daniel innocently.

Daniel paused in his work and turned to me. "Are you joking?" he gave a exasperated sigh.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

He shook his head at me. "It's the lost city of the Ancients for Gods sake! Do you know how long I've been waiting to go to this place? Four years; waiting a year even before you got here. But every time I get close, crisis happens and by the time its averted, my ride has already left. And Jack . . ." Daniel trailed off with

I gave him a cheeky grin. "General O'Neill has his hooks in you and doesn't want to go."

Daniel made a face at me, acting more childish then he should, but laughed and he grinned back.

"Jack is like a father that is no way in hell letting his daughter date the school jock-" Daniel cut off, just now realizing what he had been saying.

His face flushed and he slapped a hand over his face. The grin nearly split my cheeks as I burst into uncontrollable laughter. I held my gut, afraid it would split and my lungs were deprived of much need oxygen.

"You're the girl and Atlantis is the jock!" I gasped out, the last word coming out as a wheeze.

"Control yourself," Daniel scolded as I fell into the nearest chair, gasping for breath.

I just grinned at him for a second before my face turned serious. I looked up at him. "Are you gonna call?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"If there's a phone out there that has a cell signal that can reach across two Galaxies, I'll find it." Daniel promised.

"That's all I wanted to hear." I told him, getting up from my seat and going back to packing the many books from Daniel's shelf. While I was at it, I whistled tunelessly.

It had been three years since I joined the SGC and allot has happened over the past few years. The Goa'uld had been all but defeated and the Jaffa were now free - Teal'c had been spending most of his time off world, helping rebuild Dekara. I was put at the head of the Search and Rescue Team, SG3 and had been promoted to Lieutenant - I may be a feline, but I could sniff out scents like a dog. Jack was now Brig. General Jack O'Neill and was now running the SGC; General Hammond was now stationed in Washington with the President. Major Carter was now known as Lieutenant Colonel Sam Carter and was stationed at Area 51. And Now Daniel was going to be joining the Atlantis expedition in the Pegasus Galaxy.

It was sad, really. I had finally found some people with whom I could call family, and they were all leaving. When Jack had been promoted, SG1 still went on mission; the Goa'uld not yet defeated. But now that they were, everyone was going their separate ways. Jack was to busy running the SGC; Teal'c was never on base anymore; Carter wasn't even assigned to the SGC anymore; and Daniel was leaving the Galaxy.

"You know," I drawled out nonchalant. "Now that you guys disbanded, I'm going to be out of the job."

I knew that it was a low hit, but maybe it would guilt Daniel to staying at the SGC.

"How are you going to be out the job?" Daniel demanded.

"Well, now that there's no more infamous flag team that also gets captured and kidnapped, who am I supposed to sniff out on a daily business? I'll have nothing to do and may result to eating people out of pure boredom. Or," I turned to him, my miss colored eyes wide and frightened. "I might as well be a caged zoo animal." I gave him the eyes for added effect.

Quickly, Daniel stepped to me and slapped a hand over my eyes and cuffed me on the head. I smiled at him; it was worth a try, even if I knew that it wouldn't have a chance of working. Daniel was quite possibly literally going to get physical if he didn't get to go to Atlantis and get his Archeology on. I snorted at that and caught a whiff of something. I tensed, taking a hold of Daniel's wrist and pulling it down from my face as I took another sniff. Daniel looked at me with concern as eyes Tigered-out.

My eyes darted as scented the unfamiliar scent from Daniel's green. It was hardly there at first, creeping in through the doorway, but as the stranger drew closer, so did their scent. I knew exactly what every personnel in this base smelled like, and this scent was unknown to me. At the moment they didn't think of me as a threat so I didn't go all Tiger, but you never could know so I placed myself slightly in front of Daniel.

Bonus points to Daniel because, as he usually tended to do, didn't scoff and push my out of the way; complaining that he was a grown man and could take care of himself - says all the times he died.

"Incoming; officer unknown." I reported. "Male, he's determined yet nervous. Uses ax-body-and-shampoo, last known meal steak and potatoes'." I looked at Daniel.

He gave me an approving nod. "You've been practicing,"

"It is my job, after all." I flashed him a smile before I turned to the door, knocking papers to the floor. A looked down at them before I looked to Daniel with innocent smile. Daniel crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a pointed look. I gave him an exasperated sigh. "Ever heard of paperclips?"

I gave a disgruntled growl and I knelt on the floor. I gathered all of the papers and handed them to Daniel, but before I could get up, Daniel stopped me.

"Missed one," he pointed.

I stifled the growl this time and crawled under the desk, trying to find the missing paper. I could feel a slight draft against my lower back as my tee rode up.

"Dr. Jackson?" came a voice from the door, and along with it came the scent.

"Yes," Daniel answered. "What can I do for you . . .?" I could picture him raising a single brow.

"The names Cam Mitchell, Lieutenant Colonel." the man answered, taking a step into Daniel's office. "And I'm here to convince you to rejoin SG1."