Buffy felt too nervous to stay in the infirmary with her mother and Dawn, while the tests were being done, so she'd left Cordelia looking after them and asked Teal'c if he'd like to spar with her. She wanted to see if her instincts were right and he could fight.

They were, while not as fast or as strong as a Slayer, he was very skilled and was much stronger then a normal human and within minutes be was teaching her without saying a word. Seriously, he could give the monosyllabic Oz a run for his money.

Buffy was having a ball, the stress and worry was regulated to the back of her brain as Teal'c fought and taught her without any words between them. They were two warriors and they didn't need to talk, because they understood each other.

Her situational awareness could use some work though because she was so caught up in the spar that she didn't even realize they were drawing a crowd. Off duty personal on breaks and others drawn out of their labs and offices were drawn to the silent battle and the sight of a five foot two inch bottle blond keeping up with the six foot six inch muscle bound Teal'c was jaw dropping.

Who the Hell was she and how the Hell was she doing it? Bets started changing hands and quiet murmurs swept around the gym as people speculated and came no where near the truth, but had a ball themselves watching and gossiping.

Colonel O'Neill was silently watching himself and keeping his concern under a stoic mask, the lesson of the Tollans and Maybourne's attempt to imprison and use them was only a few months old and Maybourne, a duplicitous NID Agent and Air Force Colonel, was still working for the NID and not above thinking he could just take what he wanted and damn any potential consequences. He very much believed the ends justified the means and while being able to defend themselves against the Goa'uld and advancing technologically were good goals to have, Colonel O'Neill's view was the same as his team's, the means by which they got there mattered and behaving like the Goa'uld was not the way he thought they should go about accomplishing their goals.

Plus, these were kids, only a few years older then what Charlie, his son, would have been if he'd lived. Kids, who for the most part where voluntarily fighting a war of their own back home. Xander's plea that Stargate Command not betray the Scoobies' trust rang in his mind as he watched the small blond teenager shed some of the weight of worry and stress and just let herself enjoy herself for a little while and he hoped Maybourne didn't do something stupid.

But he was Maybourne and the NID were fast gaining a reputation for being stupid.

"Colonial O'Neill, please report to the briefing room." Walter's voice over the intercom broke O'Neill's silent contemplation and a heavy feeling settled into his gut, something had gone wrong. 'Please, don't let it involve the Scoobies.' he thought as he quietly made his way out of the gym and joined General Hammond and SG 2 in the briefing room.

"We have a problem, Colonel." The General didn't beat around the bush, he was too straightforward for that. "Major Ferretti and SG 2 took the follow-up visit to Madrona that Major Carter requested, they escorted the scientists there so they could observe the Madronan's Touchstone in action."

"Ah, the weather control device that fascinated Carter, so what's the problem?"

"The Madronans are accusing us of steaing it." Ferretti told him. "Guards on the temple reported that people dressed like us, in fatigues and carrying weapons like ours, entered the temple during the night, stole it and escaped back through the Stargate. We barely managed to talk our way out of being arrested by promising to investigate."

That heavy feeling in his gut just wasn't going away.

"The weather on their planet is going nuts without the control device." Ferretti informed him. "And the Princess is pissed and who could blame her, her people are being hurt and there's nothing she can do about it."

"People dressed like us and carrying our kinds of weapons and we haven't encountered any human civilizations out there that do either, makes Earth a prime suspect." O'Neill muttered, stating the obvious, something he did when he was particularly annoyed with a situation. Someone thought the ends justified the means.

"Walter checked the dialing computer," Hammond told him. "no unauthorized outgoing wormholes were recorded. Which leaves three potential avenues of investigation as I see it. Someone left from here and erased that fact, which would imply multiple members of my command were involved. Two, someone, maybe the Goa'uld, is framing us. Three, someone used the second Stargate, the one found in Antarctica and purposely went there and stole it, likely knowing we'd be blamed for it."

"The Goa'uld lack imagination and wouldn't see a need to frame anyone, they take what they want. Which leaves someone from Earth being the thief." O'Neill said grimly.

"It gets worse." Hammond replied, equally as grimly. "Walter reported that the weather channel is reporting unusual weather, massive storms up and down the West Coast and as far east as Arizona are drowning in it."

"Damn it." Idiots didn't know what they were doing and set it off and now Earth and her people were suffering too.

"My thoughts exactly." Hammond growled.