Title: Psycho Factor (7/?)

Author: Cyclone

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone

Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.

Spoilers: Up to Chosen of BtVS and somewhere in season seven of SG-1.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: This SGC is powerless as Major Carter's sanity hangs in the balance. Sequel to Blind Date.

Author's Note: Okay, this particular 'ship's been battering itself around in my head for a long time now.

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Xander whirled around, and the passageway flashed red as he fired the intar. Scarlet stun bolts spat out from the muzzle and struck the quadrupedal creature that leaped at him.

The creature landed on Xander, and he frantically writhed out from under it and scrambled backwards and to his feet. He shakily held the intar on the creature, and he blinked.

The creature was obviously unconscious.

"Well," he murmured, "that was anti-climactic."

He shook it off and continued on.

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Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c continued scouting the ruins for alternate entrances or signs of the glark guhl kashma'nik, but so far, they were having no luck.

Their radios suddenly crackled to life, //Uh, Colonel?//

"Yeah, Harris?"

//I've got good news and bad news. Good news is, I think I found a way out. Bad news is, there's a huge community of demons between me and it.//

Jack looked at Daniel and Teal'c, "We're on our way. Just keep transmitting."

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//We're on our way. Just keep transmitting.//

"Ya might wanna hurry there," Xander said, swallowing hard as he counted the spears pointed at him. He slowly raised his hands, letting the intar hang from its sling.

*Oh, boy.*

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Author's Note:

Yup, another one. I keep running into these cool cliffhanger-type spots halfway through the chapters. Ah, well.

So, how ya doing? Enjoying the 'fic so far? Which of my other 'fics do you read?

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Daniel struggled as the demons led him, Jack, and Teal'c through the subterranean corridors.

"Will you just _listen_?!" he snarled in frustration. In Latin too. He'd already gone through English, Greek, ancient Egyptian, and a dozen other languages, but so far, no luck.

"Do you understand me _now_?" he asked in the Goa'uld tongue.

_That_ got their attention.

* * *

"Hey, quit pushin'!" Jack snapped as his captor shoved him into the prison cell. Teal'c was shoved in a moment after him.

"Didn't work out, huh?" Harris asked, raising an eyebrow as Jack and Teal'c were each shoved into the cell with him.

"Not quite what we'd hoped, no," Jack said, sitting down next to him.

"Where's Doctor Jackson?"

"DanielJackson is still speaking with them," Teal'c replied. "Perhaps he will convince them that we mean no harm."

"Oh, come on, Teal'c," Jack snorted, "has that _ever_ worked?"

"Indeed," Teal'c responded. "When the people of Chartago put me through cor-ai."

Jack scowled.

No. Definitely _not_ his lucky planet.

The door opened again, and Daniel stood there, grinning, "Hey, guys. I've convinced them to let us go."

On second thought...

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He _knew_ it was too good to be true.

"Daniel," Jack said in an even voice, "did you _maybe_ forget to _mention_ something?"

"W-well, Jack, we _are_ the invaders here," the archaeologist protested. "I mean, it's perfectly understandable they wouldn't return our guns."

"Daniel, we're on a planet that's about to be swarmed by some very hostile and dangerous creatures in about..." he glanced at his watch, "...a half an hour, we still have a monster to catch, and we don't have our guns. Do you not see a problem here?"

"Well, at least they let us keep the Eye of Marduk," Daniel replied.

"And they gave us back our knives and the stunner," Xander said, handing the intar to the colonel.

"Yeah," Jack muttered. "And this is gonna hold off an onslaught of... demons?"

Xander simply drew his peculiar knife.

"I-is that knife magical or something?" Daniel asked.

"Well, yeah," Xander said as he began using it to pick his nails.

"What? Is that Excalibur?" Jack snorted.

"_No_," Xander rolled his eyes. "Just a few enchantments to keep it sharp and to keep it from breaking, that's all."

"So...?" Daniel prodded.

"Oh, right," Xander replied, having the audacity to look surprised, then called out, "Will!"

There was a shimmer in the air, and the redhead -- her "alterations" now reversed -- appeared.

Daniel's eyebrows shot up, as did one of Teal'c's. Jack started, bringing up the intar, "Whoa! Where'd you come from?"

"Originally? Sunnydale, California," she said, smirking at the colonel. Shaking her head, she turned to Xander asked in an amused voice, "How'd you know I was here?"

"Strawberries with a touch of lemon," Xander replied. "I've known you all my life, Will, and you still smell the same as the day I first met you. I thought you said you couldn't cast that spell again soon?"

"I couldn't," Willow replied. "And I didn't. Remember that spell I accidentally cast when I came back from England?"


"I modified it and put myself out of phase with everyone and used another spell to let me see and hear this phase."

"Okay. I'm gonna just pretend I understand that and move on," Xander said, shaking his head. "We've still got a demon to catch."

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Author's Postscript:

Okay, yeah, it does seem a bit rushed, but... oh, well.