NON REVERSABLE EFFECTS

CH 2

I jerked up in surprise at that and as a result, I smashed my head against the metal bottom of Daniel's desk. "OW!"

I backed out from under the desk, my but hitting Daniel's legs, the piece of paper forgotten. Daniel moved out of the way and I popped up, rubbing the sour spot on my head. I looked at Daniel, a sour expression on my face. Daniel whacked my hand away from my head and tugged it back so he could look at the damage done. I shook him off and looked at Colonel Mitchell, who in turn was giving me an odd look. Probably putting me in the weirdo file, I hate first impressions.

I gave him a formal nod. "Lieutenant Summers, sir." I greeted.

I gave a nod to me in turn before he turned back to Daniel. "So?" he asked.

Daniel gave him a polite smile. "Sorry, but I'm going to have to decline. I'm going to Atlantis and no one is going to stop this time." he looked at me. "Just going to stand there?" Daniel asked me pointedly.

I scowled at him, but went back to packing his books, secretly smiling on the inside. Maybe this guy could get Daniel to skip out on Atlantis, though I didn't get my hopes up too high. I kept both ears trained on the situation as I boxed up the books, set by set.

"What do you mean? How can you give up an opportunity like this?" Mitchell asked.

"I've already had that opportunity for nine years and now I'm moving onto another one." Daniel countered, placing another wrapped artifact into a box.

"General O'Neill said that I could have any team that I wanted, and I wanted SG1." Mitchell said. "You are the best and I wanted to work with the best, be the best."

I let out a quiet snicker at that, which turned out not to be so quiet as when I glanced over my shoulder to see both Daniel and Mitchell giving me the same look. That was actually when I realized that they could actually be mistaken for brothers.

"Sorry sir." I said. "But you do know why General O'Neill said that you could have your pick, don't you?" I took his silence as his answer, so I continued on to explain. "Every new officer who walks in here, has heard of the infamous flagship team and of course every one of them want's to be teamed up with them. SG1 is the General's team and he would never let anyone, ever, command it but him. He knows the value the team has; plus the fact that SG1 is disbanded - Teal'c back on Dakara, Colonel Carter at Area 51, Daniel going to Atlantis and finally, the kicker - General O'Neill is leaving for Washington the same time that Daniel's leaving."

They stared at me, and I looked back with slightly widened eyes. Yeah, I was just an ass hole to a superior officer; even though I wasn't sure if he yet an official member of the SGC, I was pretty sure he could still do some damage. I may have been here for three years now, and I may be part of the search and rescue SG team, and I may be friend's with Daniel, Jack and Teal'c, but that didn't mean I would get special treatment - Okay, I would probably get a smidgen of special treatment.

I opened my mouth about to apologize when an SF stuck his head in. "Dr. Jackson?"

Daniel turned away from. "Sergeant, how can I help you?"

From behind his back he produced a metal case. "This was just brought with SG7 from PX4-406; I know that have already been relieved of duty, and given all of your assignment away. But General O'Neill order me to give then to you, sir."

Daniel sighed but took the case from the SF and placed it by the desk on the floor. "Thank you, Sergeant."

The SF gave him a curt not. "You're welcome, sir." he spun on his heal and was soon out of sight.

Daniel glanced my way and all but gave me the stink eye, I held up my hands in surrender and slunk away back to the shelves - mostly. Daniel and Mitchell continued to discuss that fact that Daniel was going to Atlantis, but Mitchell was one tough sonuva bitch and wouldn't back down. So they ignored my presence - which was fine with me - because I was able to grab the case without either of them noticing.

I know it was devilish and I know that it was going to piss Daniel off, but I was curious. A curious cat and if this episode of curiosity happened to kill me, I'd have a few lives to spare. I sat on the floor, my back against the desk so that I was hidden from Daniel and Mitchell, with the case laid down flat in front of me. With as much care as I could muster and slowly click open the latches. I held my breath as I waited a beat to see if either man noticed, but when Daniel didn't cuff me, I figured I was safe.

I held open the case's lid and peered inside. "Huh,"