Sam Carter was one of the great scientific minds of her generation. Not only that, but she had a dogged approach to mysteries that made her truly a force to be reckoned with in the laboratory. She never gave up until the mystery was solved. Which made her current project all the more...unusual. She had finally found a puzzle she didn't want to solve. That, in and of itself, was worrying. For some reason, whenever she got started with her analysis, she simply...lost interest. She frowned. It wasn't like her to let her mind wander on the job, but in this case, it seemed like everyone had.
The current assignment was...a duffel bag. A black one, slightly longer than normal. Inconsequential in appearance, the only thing that stood out about it was its connection to the SGC's mysterious guests. Normally, all the possessions of unexpected visitors would be inspected and scanned, however, this large bag had somehow slipped by unnoticed. Sam was starting to understand why. There was something about it that made the mind lose interest. While it could be seen, its presence barely registered. Her own inability to focus where the bag was concerned had led her to placing it behind heavy shielding in a clear container for safe study. Scans had detected some kind of energy being emitted from the bag, which might be indicative of some kind of mind-altering device, but that same energy was blocking her instruments from getting a good reading on the contents. The energy was like nothing she had ever seen before. She would have to attempt a visual inspection, manipulating the zippers with robotic arms within the container. With the energy emitted, it would be too dangerous to risk opening the bag without protection. During the moments when she managed to recover her focus, she practically drooled over the possibilities of such technology, were it safe and easily replicable. Missions would be a lot easier and safer if teams could use such a device to mask their presence.
Grasping the main zipper in a mechanical pincher, Sam slowly began to ease the bag open. She could see a bright white glow, which increased as the zipper moved. Then the light PULSED, filling the room with its brightness, and Sam knew no more.
Xander was sitting up in bed, utterly bored out of his mind, when suddenly the door banged open. Colonel O'Neill barged into his room, anger clearly written all over his face. "Colonel. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" he asked, slightly sarcastically. Life as a 'guest' of the military left much to be desired, lots of boredom interrupted by tiring interviews and painful medical tests involving lots of needles. Needless to say, he wasn't feeling very charitable towards his hosts.
"Harris! What the hell is in that bag you had?" The man was clearly agitated, looking like he was restraining the urge to strangle his erstwhile prisoner...er...patient.
Xander blanched. "Uh, you didn't try to open it, by any chance, did you?" He gulped at the stony look the man gave him.
"Whadaya think? Of course we did! This is a military base, after all! Whatever device you have in there that made us ignore it, we still managed to haul it off to the lab for analysis. When Sam tried to open it, she got blasted! Now what was in that bag?" O'Neill made a visible effort at calming himself.
Xander closed his eyes. If anyone had gotten hurt because of him..."I'm so sorry, Colonel. I didn't think...I should have warned you. Morgif doesn't like to be touched by strangers, or by anyone else without my permission, and he tends to lash out if anyone tries. Is your friend all right?"
Jack sighed. "She's going to be fine. She wasn't in direct contact with the bag; it was behind shielding, so she just got knocked out. In fact, she'll be a few doors down from here until the doctor gets done with her tests. But if she had been in direct contact..." He trailed off. "The instruments she was using on the bag were all melted. Now tell me what, or who, this 'Morgif' is that nearly killed my 2IC!"
Looking up with remorse in his eyes, Xander nodded. "Morgif is a who and a what. He's a weapon, a sentient weapon, one that bonded with me. He has a mind...well, sort of a mind, I think, and he doesn't really trust other people, especially strangers. As far as I know, he's almost unique; there is only one other like him in the multiverse. Your friend was lucky she wasn't touching him; I don't think he's calmed down much since the last battle, and he might have killed her if she had come in direct contact with him."
"I see. Well then, if he only trusts you, then you'll have to come down to the lab after Sam wakes up and bring him out. We can't have an unknown alien device unsecured in the base, especially one that's proven to be dangerous." The man's stony glare permitted no argument. The safety of the base and his people came first before everything.
"All right. On one condition."
Jack crossed his arms. "What might that be?"
"Can I please get some pants?"
Author's note: I know it's a bit of a short one, but there will be more coming soon! Thank you too everyone who has reviewed, I really appreciate it!