Title: Cliché Series: Mr. And Mrs.
Rating: K+ for now. Might change later
Pairing: Must you ask?
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or the characters.
Author's notes: I have seen this cliché a lot! Especially since that X-Files episode.
Chapter one: New Assignment and New Identities
"Well I still don't know how you managed it!" Colonel Jack O'Neill exclaimed to Dr. Daniel Jackson. Daniel was currently having a cast put on his ankle.
"Never mind Jack! The point is my ankle is broken! Just…go and enjoy your free time." Daniel said, annoyed.
"That I will. My cabin awaits!" Jack grinned.
He was almost to the elevator when Major Samantha Carter called to him.
"Sir!" She caught up with him. "Sir General Hammond wants to see us."
"We're on leave Carter!"
She hesitated then said, "I know sir. But it sounded important."
He sighed and nodded.
"Thank you for coming. Have a seat." General George Hammond said to the two officers. "We have received intelligence that there is a Goa'uld here on Earth."
"What!" Sam and Jack exclaimed. "Who?" Jack asked.
"Hestia. Hestia was never a System Lord, as is evidence by her name, but was trouble anyway. There is intel that she is hiding in a planned community outside Tacoma Washington."
"What is to be done?" Sam asked.
Hammond was silent then looked at both of them. "You two are to go undercover as newlyweds in the planned community. Once a week you will report to the local AFB." He paused. "Your job, your only job, is to gather more intel. We suspect that Hestia is there but we don't know who it is. Here are your new identities and plane tickets. You only need to pack the basics. Everything else will be delivered tomorrow." He handed them each a file. They took them and Hammond then handed them each a small bag. "And here are your rings. Good luck. Dismissed."
They left the office in utter confusion. "Do you want to go over these together?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Sure." Jack answered.
They went to Sam's lab. Opening the files they read in silence for a moment.
"Do you want to go first?" Sam asked.
"Uh yeah. It says Name: Christopher Matthews. Age: 43. Occupation: Writer. Background: Graduated from UCLA with a Bachelors in English. Met Alison four years ago at friend's birthday party. Engaged six months, married three weeks. House was wedding gift." He read. "What does yours say?"
"Um. Name: Alison Mackenzie Mathews. Age: 29. Occupation: None. Background: From wealthy family. Only child. Parents died and left fortune to me. Graduated from Yale with Bachelors in Fine Art. Met Christopher at friend's husband's birthday party. Engaged six months, married three weeks. House was wedding gift to husband." She stopped reading and looked at the next piece of paper. "We are only to pack things like sleepwear and blankets for tonight, underclothing, and toiletries. Personal items such as books will be limited to four each. Photos and ids are prohibited. We are to refer to each other by out undercover names in public at all times. Plane leaves at 3:30 pm. A rental car will be at Sea-Tac airport under the name Matthews." She looked at her watch. "It's nine now so we'd better go pack. You want to meet at your place or mine?"
"You place is fine. See you soon." He said and walked out.