These characters do not, in anyway, belong to me. However, they're fun to play with. I hope you read and enjoy, or just plain read. This is set between the end of Season 8 and the beginning of Season 9, before SGC changed hands. Have fun!

General Jack O'Neill had, on occasion, been the proud owner of some fantastic ideas. Meatloaf Mondays definitely fell in the top three. It was his most recent idea, however, that had Colonel Samantha Carter pausing to take notice. Literally, in fact, with her cup of coffee stopped halfway to her lips.

"Excuse me, sir?" she asked, confused. The coffee cup wavered slightly.

Jack frowned. "I said Daniel needs an assistant." The perturbed look on her face didn't go away like he had thought it might. Instead, it deepened. "What? You don't think it's a good idea?" He lifted a spoonful of oatmeal to his mouth.

She frowned. "Honestly, sir? No, I don't."

The spoon never made it. "Carter, I'm a general. You're supposed to agree with me."

"You mean lie to you."

He pointed the oatmeal-encrusted spoon at her. "Thin ice, Colonel." He put the spoon in his mouth and smiled around it.

She, too, smiled and acquiesced a little to the discussion. "Why does Daniel need an assistant?"

"Have you seen his office? I'm surprised he can find himself in there, much less something directly related to his job." He pondered that for a moment, then raised an eyebrow at her. "Tell me again what his job is."

She grinned. "By assistant, you really mean maid." She finished her coffee, now cold.

"Organization is key, Carter."

"Which is why you still have personnel files from six months ago collecting dust on the corner of your desk." She took a grape from the bowl in front of her and popped it in her mouth.

His wit left him. "We're talking about Daniel," was all he could manage and it earned him another grin, which was a reward within itself.

The subject of much discussion was, at that moment, riding in the elevator with a dark haired woman carrying a briefcase. Daniel took a moment to assess his elevator partner and had to admit she was easier to stare at than a Phoenician tablet.

She wore a pair of tailored khaki pants and a full-necked dark green sweater. A brown and green plaid jacket was draped over her arm and there were small silver hoops in her ears. Her hair was black and fell in waves to the middle of her back. Her face was freckled, so much so that she appeared tan at first glance. Her eyes were shielded by thin purple-framed glasses. Everything about her was unique and at the same time very much out of place for the SGC. There was a visitor's badge attached to the strap of her briefcase.

"Welcome to the SGC," he said without really meaning to.

She glanced sideways at him and smiled. "Thank you."

"Business or pleasure?" Seriously, what was he thinking?

"A job opportunity, actually. I have an interview with General O'Neill."

Daniel nodded. "Don't let the crusty exterior fool you. He's generally a good man."

"Really." She made the word sound like a challenge.

Daniel smiled slightly. "I've worked with him for eight years. Never a dull moment." On impulse, he stuck out his left hand. "I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson."

A flash of recognition passed over her face as she turned towards him but in the blink of an eye it was gone and a warm smile had settled in its place. Her eyes were gray, he noted, and ethereal. She took his hand in her own.

"I'm Dr. Aeda Harrison."

The elevator slowed to a stop and she released his hand. The doors opened and they stepped out into the slightly deserted corridor.

"You wouldn't happen to know…" she began.

"Where Jack's office is?" She smiled and nodded. "Just follow me."

They arrived a short time later at the open door of Jack O'Neill's office and found him sitting behind his desk playing with a yo-yo. He looked up when Daniel knocked on the door.

"Jack, this is Dr. Aeda Harrison. She's here about a job."

Comprehension dawned on Jack's face and he motioned for the woman to enter his office. "Daniel, don't go too far."

"Okay," he said, drawing the word out in sudden worry of what Jack had planned. He shut the door.