Jack O'Neill frowned at the file in front of him. One and one was adding up to about sixty-three and none of it made any sense.

"Major Davis--"

"The girl comes here, or the NID will get her. The NID has apparantly stepped on enough toes lately that this was passed my way." Paul Davis interrupted Hammond.

Jack pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt Daniel's steady gaze on him. Teal'c's as well. Neither of them were going to leave a kid, even a dangerous kid to the NID. Jack glanced up at Carter. She nodded. "We'll take the kid." Jack said, he had the feeling he was going to regret this.

Davis nodded and began outlining the problem with this "unofficial" recruitment. Basically they had to get the girl before the NID did, and not through proper channels. If they got her, they could keep her. If not, the NID got her. The NID already had paperwork underway.

~*~

Faith was still on the bunk in her cell, not a muscle moved. Slayer dreams. She'd never had them before. That was always Buffy's gig. The dreams she'd had the last week or so had been wiggy. Nightmares she could deal with. Not like she was a stranger to those. The dreams this last week had been something else--something more. Well, now she could credit Buffy's claims that she just knew the difference between a regular dream and a Slayer dream. It was something that you believed but didn't quite, at least not until it happened to you. Or that's how Faith saw it at any rate.

Lights out had been three hours ago and sleep still evaded her. Every sense was on alert. She was so wired...and she couldn't explain why. It wasn't the quarter Bracchen demon three cells down. Mel and Faith had settled their differences the second day Mel had been at the prison. Melanie Donovan was in for forty years for Murder One. Mel had murdered a warlock. He'd been human, yeah, but pure evil. Dark Magic addict that was torturing and killing off numerous members of the "passing" demon and the "hidden" demon population in Sacremento. Mel had been an intended victim who'd gotten a lucky shot. Forty years for self defence against a serial killer. Not a defense that could be used in court since the California Penal Code didn't have any demonic clauses on the books. Mel was all Zen about it. Faith would have been busting heads.

It still pissed Faith off, that someone like Mel was stuck in this place. Faith belonged here. There was no excuses for what she had done other than blind rage at the world, and that wasn't an excuse. A few of the inmates scared Faith, and that took a lot to do from a mere normal human. Mel didn't belong there at all.

Whatever was setting off her spidey sense was going to happen soon. She slipped her hand under the matress for her "weapons" a fork from the cafeteria with the prongs sharpened as much as she could get them and a uncoiled spring from the bedframe with a sharpened point. Piss poor as weapons went but they'd have to do. Something sharp could buy the second or two needed to regroup and land a blow with something that did more damage--even if just her foot.

She quietly dressed, not waking her cellmate on the top bunk. Her skin was really crawling now and the dreams had given her nothing concrete to brace herself for which was as freaky as infuriating. Why the hell were the powers sending her Slayer dreams but not giving her anything in them?

~*~

"I have located the female you wish, O'Neill,"

"Good, zap her up, Thor," Jack nodded. Hammond had taken some convincing but agreed with the plan that Loki abducted the girl and Thor dropped her at the SGC had the best potential as far as minimum fall out and retribution from the NID. All their approval was unofficial. They had to get her on their own and present her fait accompli as part of the SGC. THen they could keep her, if they could get to her in time. Davis was insistent that there was something special about this girl beyond the fact she seemed to be a homicidal maniac turned model prisoner. That fact was odd since the brutality of her crimes generally didn't make for model prisoners, but hardly "special".

The plan was outrageous, but more likely to be believed than the truth which was openly recruiting the High Commander of the Asgard Fleet for a quick round of "Abduct-the-Inmate"

~*~

The air pulsed with a strange almost electrical sensation, Faith clutched her improvised weapons tightly and crouched--ready...for whatever was going on. She hoped.

~*~

"Whoa easy!" Jack held his hands up. He'd seen photographs of her victims;he was taking a bit of heavy wire and a fork seriously. Especially when it seemed she had a history of being very creative and very deadly with whatever she could get her hands on for weapons. "We're the good guys."

"Uh huh...riiight. What the hell sort of spell did you use? Angel had my cell warded. The three sisters that did up the karaoke place did it."

"Uh--spell?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Abracadabra, hocus pocus, all that mumbo jumbo with insence and weeds. Stuff best left to the professional witches."

"Witches?" Jack gaped. "You really think I used magic to get you here?"

"Well, if it wasn't magic what was it?"

"Teleportation beam,"

"Yeah...right," Faith snorted. "I suppose you got little green men running around here too?"

"Hey, Thor, can ya poke your head in here a minute, buddy." Jack called half over his shoulder not taking his eyes from the woman in front of him.

Faith took a half-step back.

"You needed me, O'Neill?"

"Can you tell her how your zappy thing works?"

~*~

Faith didn't pay a bit of attention to what the little gray thing was saying. It was alive, and it was...something. But it didn't tweak her "spidey sense" and even Mel, who wouldn't hurt anyone--at least not without justifiable reason--and was only a quarter bracchen set off Faith's Slayer senses.

"What did you just say?" Faith demanded snapping her attention back to the gray haired man.

"We're going to Colorado. To Cheyenne Mountain which is a military base."

"Uh uh no way!" Faith shouted. Mel had told her about the Initiative and what had went down in Sunnydale only a few months before. One of Mel's cousins had been caught, and eventually killed by the Initiative. Her cousin's friend managed to survive until the Scoobies took out the base. "I'm not going to be a lab rat."

~*~

Jack held his hands up and backed away from the girl coiled ready to attack. "Easy, slow down. We don't want you for a lab rat. We're trying to keep you from becoming a lab rat by the NID."

"The what? Those the freaks that nearly ended the world with the Cyborg demon? The psycho's outta Area 51?"

Jack blinked. "How do you know about the NID? What do you mean nearly ended the world with a cyborg?"

"Cyborg demon"

"Demon! For cryin out loud what are you on?"

"The Initiative killed a cousin of a friend of mine. And yeah, demon. You got that one there and you don't believe in demons?"

"Thor's an alien!"

"You are a Chosen Maiden?" Thor said sounding positively awed.

Jack spared a glance at the Asgard. With the cloning tech the Asgard used they lived thousands of years. One body wore out, just copy it and get a new one. Of course the same tech was also responsible for the Asgard starting to die off after all those thousands of years. One copy too many and the DNA went bad evidently. "A WHAT?" He was going to kill Davis, caus somehow he thought that they weren't given a few vital peices of information on this girl.

The girl snorted amused by the words evidently. "Slayer. I'm the Slayer. Now B, she'd probably get a real kick outta the Chosen Maiden crap. Goes with her golden girl untouchableness and her big tragic romance crap. Don't pretty it up. I'm a Slayer."

"A what?" Jack glared. "Thor what the hell are you talking about?"

"The Tau'ri are very young and innocent--"

"Oh for cryin out loud just get the point, Thor! Don't start with the young race song and dance."

"There are other realities and other dimensions. Other beings. Some more dangerous than the Goa'uld. Some with powers that the Tau'ri could never hope to withstand. The Chosen Maiden is the one who protects the Tau'ri from these beings. When one Maiden dies another is Called."

"Huh?"

"Translation. Hell is real. Vampires, demons, werewolves witches all that--real." The girl said a little while later after eyeing Thor to the point of making the Asgard squirm. "The Slayer is the Chosen one. The Vampire Slayer. Usually called when they're fifteen. One Slayer dies the next is chosen, average slayer life expectancy--oh about six months."

"How old were you?" Jack sneered. "Cause according to my intel, you're eighteen, closer to nineteen."

"Fifteen. Like all the rest. B got drowned by the Master. Xan resuscitated her. She was dead long enough that Kendra was called. Vamp killed Kendra. Now I'm a Slayer. You have anything to do with this Slayer crap, cause if you do I'm gonna kick your ass just on the principle." she glared at Thor.

"No, The Chosen Maidens were created by another race. Not the Asgard." Thor said quickly.

The girl snorted.

"Look can ya just put the sharp objects down and I can explain all this." Jack said.

"Talk" Was her reply.

Jack sighed, but began to explain. He wished that the whole team was along. Daniel was so much better at calming people down and explaining the Gate, well so was Carter when it came to all the technical gobbledygook. And Teal'c would have been nice to have at your back with the girl still clutching her wire and very sharp looking fork. He wasn't crazy. He'd read the girl's file and seen photos of her victims, yeah, he was taking a fork and some wire seriously no matter how ridiculous they seemed as weapons.

Carter, Daniel and Teal'c were all at the base even though they were supposedly off for the week. They'd be recalled as soon as Jack got beamed into the gate room with Faith by Thor. If all of SG1 was involved it would seem fishy. Daniel and Carter coming in on their day off to fiddle with a translation or tech and stay three fourths the night was nothing unusual and put them in plain sight. Teal'c would be in his quarters kel'no'reeming by now.

Jack himself had been seen on base, twice that day. Had made sure to use his credit card, not cash when he ran errands, easy enough for the NID and the others to retrace his steps for the day. His evening he'd spent making several phone calls and had left the tv on in the bedroom.

~*~

Faith dropped her improvised weapons and sat down shakily. The strange vortex in her dreams and the big black guy with the strange gold tattoo. Aliens? Slayers were supposed to fight demons. Why were the powers giving her what had to have been alien Slayer dreams? The vortex had to be this Stargate adn the wormhole it created.

"You know a big bald black guy with a funky gold tattoo on his forehead. Dreamt about a vortex thing and he was always in the dreams...he was of the good though I think. I hate Slayer dreams. Never had em before last week, don't want them again."

"It is likely you will," the little gray thing spoke up. "Once an ability manifests in a Chosen Maiden it remains."

"Yay" Faith snorted sarcastically.

Faith listened to the "Plan" and shook her head.

"You can't come up with me right away. I can hang out with Thor for a week or two. I mean it's gotta be clear I'm missing. Way too convenient for me to have been jacked by this Loki and then Thor gets the drop on Loki and takes me to you in about three hours."

Jack winced. "It was all we could come up with. Time is kinda short, the NID were going for you tomorrow."

"Well..."

"The Chosen Maiden is quite welcome to be a guest on my ship." Thor said. "It would be a great honor. However Tau'ri do not like Asgard food. We can get The Maiden food and clothing from one of our ally worlds."

That would add authenticity. Jack didn't like it. But he had to agree that it was a far better ideal. "Teal'c can request to go visit Rya'c, you can pick him up and he can start training with her at least for this week."

Thor nodded. "I have the gate coordinates of a suitable place I do not believe your SGC has been to yet."

Details were quickly settled. Jack had to admit he was impressed by the way the kid thought. She thought like a veteran even if she was a kid. He'd have to ask Daniel what sort of legends there were about demons and vampires and little girls that fought them.

~*~

"Hey, Sam?"

"Daniel, you're still here too?"

The two exchanged a furtive worried glance. It was nearly 0730. No sign of Jack, Thor or the girl that they were supposed to break out of maximum security.

"Why don't we find Teal'c and get some breakfast?" Daniel suggested.

Sam nodded her agreement with a yawn.

~*~

Jack spotted his team easily enough at "their" table in the cafeteria. He grabbed himself some breakfast and went to join them.

"Colonel?" Sam greeted with a slight demanding note.

"How was your night Jack?" Daniel asked.

"Good. Good." Jack nodded. "Hey Teal'c, you still planning on going to visit Rya'c today?"

Teal'c gave him the strangest look. Jack handed shoved the piece of paper with gate symbols drawn on it. Teal'c's eyebrows raised further.

"So what are your plans for the week Jack?" Daniel demanded.

"Well, with Teal'c busy with the kid I was maybe thinking heading up to Minnesota for a couple days to fish. Wanna come with Daniel? Teal'c won't be able to go. What about you Carter?"

"Uh," Sam stared.

Jack shrugged. "Danny?"

"Colonel O'Neill what are you doing here?" Hammond asked.

"I ran outta cereal at home."

Hammond gave him a withering glare. "When you are finished with your breakfast I'd like to see you in my office. There are a few things we need to discuss and since you're here..."

"Yes, Sir." Jack nodded.

~*~

"Come in, Colonel," Hammond said tightly when Jack knocked and poked his head in the door. Once the door was shut behind Jack he demanded "What the devil is going on?"

"She's with Thor. She pointed out the very obvious hole in the plan Thor wasn't going to catch up with Loki in less than an hour. Thor will drop her off in about three weeks. Teal'c is gonna go through the gate with SG15 and go uh visit the kid."

"Any complications?"

"Uh no, sir, after she put down the fork with the sharpened ends and the wire she'd sharpened we got along pretty good."

Hammond shook his head. He'd gotten the additional information on this girl from Davis overnight. He was less than pleased that that information hadn't been in the initial breifing and then O'Neill had simply not shown up. He'd had visions of a mutilated Colonel and Asgard with a crazed Slayer in possession of an Asgard ship.

"She's the one who found the hole in the plan. And there's a few other little surprises but last night was a success, just no way of letting anyone know without arousing suspicion."

Hammond nodded. "Very well, dismissed, Colonel." After O'Neill had left George Hammond sighed heavily. He really hoped this hadn't been a bad call on his part. The SGC could use every advantage they had, and he couldn't let the girl fall into the NID's hands.

~*~

Teal'c returned from his week offworld looking a bit bruised.

"Trouble?" Jack scowled.

"Youth does not suffer inactivity well." Teal'c said, the corner of his mouth turning up just a fraction.

Jack raised an eyebrow. He had to get the details of the week now. Teal'c, bruises aside, was grinning (for Teal'c) like he had had the time of his life.

~*~

Faith swallowed. She nodded at Jack and Thor. She was as ready as she could be. The Powers or whatever gave her a do-over. A chance to prove herself, redeem herself. B got the hellmouth. Faith got the Stargate which was maybe even scarier. More rules. Military rules. Aliens. No wait for the watcher to look up what the demon was and how to kill it. Completely without a net--it had seemed that way in Sunnydale, but it hadn't been.

They were "beamed" down into the gateroom. Her first sight of the gate inactive made her mouth go dry. She'd seen the gate on the planet Thor had taken her too. Seen it used by Teal'c. She knew what it could do. Freaky yeah, but somehow an active gate on another planet was a lot less freaky than an inactive one surrounded by armed soldiers--on Earth.

Hammond was having a raging fit. That was expected. Scripted even. But it made her take a step back and unconciously take a wary not quite fighting stance. Everything went by in a blur. At least she'd known the plan well enough to know what was going on. If she hadn't, she'd probably be busting heads or..something. Probably shot and killed by now but a few of them would have went with her.

The Slayer dreams had shown her this place. This was where she was supposed to be. And somehow aliens were freakier than demons. She'd spent enough time on the streets she'd had a few inklings before she'd gotten tapped with the whole chosen destiny crap. Finding out demons were real was more of a okay, freaky, but I'm glad I haven't lost my mind cause I know what I've seen before sort of thing. And some sort of instinct something--well it was probably part of the Slayer package the not-freak-out-much over demons. Couldn't be a gibbering basket case and fight.

Aliens were someting else entirely.

She could do this though.

Had to do this. It was her chance to prove herself, redeem herself.

"Welcome to the SGC, Miss Wilkins," General Hammond held out his hand to shake hers after the 48 hour production of clearances and hush ups was over with.

She swallowed. This was it. A done deal now. She shook the general's hand and nodded. "Thanks."