The following weeks passed in a rather healthy manner. SG-1 stayed mostly on Earth, giving Dawn a chance to learn all she could about the SGC and its history. Reading old files in the offices or lab’s of SG-1 Dawn was able to get to know her teammates better. Almost two months after starting her work at the SGC Dawn was reading old mission reports from other teams’ missions in Sam’s lab. After returning from one of the other labs, Sam was wanting to look up some data in her computer. A secretive smile formed on Dawns face as Sam tried to type in her password. Multiple unsuccessful tries resulted in Sam picking up the phone. “Jack did you change my password on the computer?”
Dawn was able to hear both ends of the conversation from her stool top perch. “I didn’t Carter, but I may know who might have. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Hey kids” Jack’s yo-yo entered the lab a step a head of him. “So your password’s been changed Carter. Who would even know how to do that?”
A snickering drew the attention of the flummoxed computer genius and entertaining team leader. “Do you have any idea about what happened here?”
“iluvblujelo” Came from Dawn between fits of laughter.
“I love blue jell-o. It’s true, why not try it Carter.”
Carter tapped out the phrase and the computer opened her account. Before she could ask how Dawn changed the password an instant messaging window popped up.
“Hi Sam. I hope you enjoy the new password we picked for your computer. I was told by my inside contact (lol) that you are crazy for blue jell-o. As an exercise of my skills I was challenged by my inside contact to change your password.” Sam read the announcement out loud as it scrolled up.
“Inside contact?” Jack asked the question on his and Carter’s mind as he rummaged through the tool box drawers looking for his rubix cube.
“Since Dawn knew the new password, I’m guessing that she’s the inside contact.”
They looked at Dawn at the same time, who was about to fall off her stool in laughter. “Okay, I admit it. I brought it up in conversation to the hacker extraordinaire last night during my call home. Considering she went on patrol last night, she only got started this morning, but I didn't actually challenge her.”
“This morning? Who’s the hacker you got to do this?”
“BigRedBirtha is what she goes by. You met her once.” Dawn delightedly said.
“Willow? She’s the hacker?” The muffled guess came from beneath the table where Jack had gone chasing after his yo-yo.
“Yep. And I’m betting that you won’t be able to change your password for at least a week. I’ll see you all later, Daniel wants me to look at something from some planet or other.” Dawn made finally made it out the door, her giggles making it hard to walk.
“That was funny Carter. Hey did you hear what happened to the Doc’s files this morning?”
“I stopped by to tell her good morning and she was mumbling and it looked like she was reorganizing the files.” Carter had finally looked up from her computer to answer Jack's question.
“Someone got into her files last night and reordered them from alphabetical to say ‘No More Needles’. Her face was priceless.” Jack chuckled at the memory.
“You alone, or you and Dawn together?”
“Both of us. I said reorder and she voted to make it say something.”
The cafeteria was crowded at lunch with every one on-world at the same time. Dawn was happily combining what she had on her tray to eat, as everyone at her table watched in near disgusted fascination. A guard approached the table, careful to keep his eyes anywhere but Dawn’s tray. “There is a phone call for Miss Summers in the General’s office.”
“Lead on.” Dawn paused to take a bite before she stood to head to the General’s Office.
“Excuse me; I heard that there was a phone call for me in here.” Dawn stuck her head into the formal office.
The General pointed to the red phone. “The President wants to talk to you.”
Puzzled face on, not to be confused with resolve face, Dawn brought the hand set up to her ear. “Hello?”
“Hello Dawn. I need some advice. Your sister’s birthday is coming up and I was hoping you could help me out. I want to both personally and as officially as I can recognize and thank her for all she has done.”
“Oh, wow. Thanks. Money would be good, she barely managed to pay the bills working at Doublemeat and slaying. We’re all still tight on money, Giles is having the hardest time getting the councils banks accounts.” Dawn sat in one of the chairs across the desk from the General.
“Not sure how much I can do there, but I’ll do what I can. Anything else?” General Hammond tried not to listen, but in a silent room nothing obscured the conversation.
“Do away with her past record. All of it. Not just seal it up, but erase it. All of it was with very good reasons, and it keeps causing her trouble. Oh and while your at it, could you do something to help out Faith? She served prison time, and we really need her to help with the new girls. And finally don’t say that you’re doing it because it’s her birthday. Something always goes wrong on her birthday. It might be nice for the day to be just a normal ol’ day for her.” Dawn said her piece and goodbyes were exchanged, hanging up the phone she walked out of the room a pensive look on her face. General Hammond pulled a drawer out of his desk and removed a bottle of antacids. The president calling to speek to a civilian about birthday ideas.
“I forgot to tell you, speed dial one on your phone is now the pizza place closest to the mountain.” The brunette trouble maker stuck her head back into the office to announce her latest achievement. Hammond groaned as he wondered, who is the worse influence, Jack or Dawn?