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Coma White
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Ryanne

Chapter 9: The Job
"Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten..."
Feel The Rain On Your Skin
Natasha Bedingfield

 "Finished. God, that made my hand hurt. Now does someone want to explain what the hell is going on here?" Annie asked, sliding off her coat and tossing it unceremoniously onto the chair. This Hammond guy kept looking at her like some sort of errant child. He actually looked like her grandfather. Except alive and all that. They all looked around at each other. Eventually, Daniel leaned down next to her chair, nuzzled her neck, and began to speak.

  After about two hours of constant lectures, Carter cutting in to explain the science, and Annie’s eyes bouncing back and forth between them, Annie got her answers. Annie got up. She didn't even seem that shocked. Then, you could probably show her your fleet of motherships and she wouldn't blink. In fact, Daniel thought, after what he saw last night, she'd probably get beamed to an Asguard ship and only be pissed if they singed her hair.

  "Can I see it?" She put one hand on her hip. Hammond shrugged.

  "No teams due back. Dr. Jackson?" Hammond swept his hand out. As they were leaving his office, Annie looked over her shoulder.

  "If Tessa and Kayla grow up to only have the problem of DRESSING weird, General, would that really be that bad?" Hammond started, had he said that out loud? In this case, he supposed, he didn't really have to say it out loud.

   He looked at all the paperwork. It wasn't bad enough for SG-1 to leave a light year long paper trail? Now he had to tack one on for their girlfriends? He'd known that girl for less than fifteen minutes and he already was beginning to feel a headache. Then, he'd had that exact feeling 8 years ago when Jack had walked into his office.

  Opening the Level 28 blast doors, Annie walked into the Embarkation room. When she saw it, the breath left her lungs. It was huge, beautiful, and held the secrets of thousands of years.

  "Can I touch it?" Daniel looked at Sam.

  "Well, I suppose, there shouldn't be any danger. You'll feel a small electric charge, but on the whole, it's safe."

  Annie all but ran up the ramp, her boots heavy on the ramp and her adornments making loud jangling noises throughout the room. She looked around in wonder. It was so big! Daniel came up to stand with her. She licked her lips and put her hands on it. Closed her eyes. The huge amount of memories involved in it cascaded into her consciousness. She gasped and took her hands off it. 'THAT was a bad idea. Oh yeah suuuure Annie, let's touch the ten thousand year old device. Good. Really good'

  "Okaaay....no more touching the Stargate for telepaths. Holy SHIT, there’s a lot of information in there!" She shook her head.  "But on the whole, it’s beautiful. You ever thought of fucking on the ramp after hours?" Daniel turned beet red.

  "Annie!" He cried indignantly. She laughed, animating her whole being.

 Down further on the ramp, Jack and Sam stood side by side, and didn't hear the comment Annie had thrown at Daniel, but by the archaeologists’ response, it probably hadn't been decent. Teal'c had come in at some point and was with them. He raised an eyebrow. AnnieWhite is a strange Tau'ri.

  "What is AnnieWhite's purpose here?" He asked.

  "Well T, buddy, I think you're looking at our newest co-worker."

  "What will she be doing?"

  "Well....it seems she can read peoples minds, touch things and get pictures from them." The Jaffa started.

   "The priests on Chulak used to sacrifice people like this. For daring to have power greater than the Gods." Sam nodded.

   "There was a very dark time in our own history where they were burned at the stake. I guess people respond badly to different everywhere." Jack sighed. He was guilty of the same thing. They were so engrossed in their conversation they didn't see Annie grab Daniel and plant a hot one right on his lips.

  When they did, totally shocked looks entered on faces.

   "Oomph...mmmm" Daniel moaned. He'd been explaining the history of the 'Gate in detail. Annie loved the silken tones of his voice. He looked up too late to see the change in the look of her eyes as she grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him. Bold as brass, right under the 'Gate. He could've sworn he felt the 'Gate sizzle, and then realized it was actually powering up.

  "We've got to move."  Annie laughed and pulled him by his hand down the ramp. When she saw the faces of the others, she shrugged unrepentantly.

   "Oh please NONE of you have thought of making out under that thing? Think about the huge amount of mistletoe we could hang off it at Christmas!"

  Picturing the 'Gate strung with lights and little bunches of mistletoe hanging from the top, Daniel giggled. The effect was infectious, and they were all giggling as they left the room. Hearing the conversation, even some of the technicians in the control room were laughing, at least until the general came in.

  "What’s so funny?" They sobered.

  "Nothing sir." Walter smirked and began to announce the sequence.

  Back in the briefing room, Annie stood to watch the 'Gate spin. She put both hands on the window. Daniel looked at her. God, her skirt was so short. If he just.....Oh....GOD. He blushed at his own thoughts, and Annie turned. She winked. Then a very graphic picture of him behind her with his pants around his ankles and her ass in his hands pounding her into the window. He gasped.

  "Stop it Annie!" He hissed at her. She laughed.

  "Sorry..."

  "You are not." She mock thought about it.

  "Nope!"

 Jack, Sam, and Teal'c were blessedly unaware of Annie’s blatant sexual advances, but all stood when Hammond entered the room. Annie turned away from the window and put on hand on her hip.

  "Well young lady, my superiors have come up with only one solution. You can work here. As soon as you're cleared physically and psychologically," Annie snorted.

  "Might as well cancel the plan now."

  Hammond ignored the joke.

  "We don't see any other way to protect you from the other agencies that might try to hurt you or turn you into an experiment." He explained.

  "What will I do? I didn't finish my doctorate." Annie took a seat next to Daniel, holding his hand under the table.

   "Well, you'll touch things; see if you can't get truth from people and objects. You'd be a big help in interrogations." Annie shrugged.

  "Do I have to dress like them? Cuz I'll just run now." Hammond chuckled.

  "No. As a civilian advisor, you aren't required to dress in uniform."

  "Then why is Daniel in this getup." The whole table giggled. Daniel ducked his head. Annie smiled.

  "Okay. I'll do it. That thing is amazing, and if I can help, well.....it'll be a lot more productive than tattooing goths in the basement."

  Hammond chuckled. He was beginning to like her.

  "I'll start the paperwork."

  Annie sat on the table, and pulled Daniel between her thighs, and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.

  "Well, I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." She pulled his ear down to her lips.

  "Does this place have any spacious broom closets?" Daniel turned bright red. Annie laughed, and the others gathered around.

   "O' Malley’s?" Jack said, offering the olive branch.

   "I don't think I'm allowed to leave the base..." Annie frowned.

   "Oh I think we can work something out." Jack said mysteriously. As he reached the door, Annie called out.

   "Jack?"

  "Yeah?"

  "We get paid for this right?" Jack stared at her, remembering those exact words in that exact tone spoken from another mouth a few months ago.

  "That’s just creepy Annie...." Shaking his head, all Jack could hear as he went down the hallway was Annie’s infectious tinkling laughter.

  THREE WEEKS LATER

 The music was coming from somewhere, and Jack had a pretty good idea where. Annie’s office. Daniel had tried to get her to share his, but Annie wouldn't have it, insisting that she needed her own space. Boy, did she ever. Her office was wallpapered with pictures of rock stars and paintings. Her desk covered in knick knacks and a picture of all of them taken together at Jack’s house for Annie’s first picnic.

   She still wore her child of the dark clothes even though she got strange looks everywhere. It didn't seem to affect her at all. Besides, a lot of people kept their opinions to themselves, insulting Dr. Jackson’s girlfriend seemed like a bad idea, and it was. The first time Jack had caught an SF calling Annie "weird" he'd been demoted to latrine duty for a month.

 They had had to move her into a VIP room for her first three weeks while she got clearances, and THAT room had become a mix of messes. Daniel wouldn't go home without her, so he slept in the room with her. When they slept. Turned out she was just as bad a workaholic as Daniel was.

  They'd called her division "Psychic Sciences". She spent a lot of time working with either Sam or Daniel on different projects, using her power to connect with objects or help Carter with her thought flow. It cut guesswork on certain artifacts down by nearly half, and her reports were read by a lot of people, all the way up to the president himself. Especially after she touched a box brought back from PJH-542 and found out it was used by the natives to trick people into triggering the device and causing tiny poisoned projectiles to shoot out of it. That little gem was rolled right back through the 'Gate to its home thank you very much. The president had offered to meet her, but she said breezily that she wasn't interested in a man who would feed her lies on two different planes. Even Hammond had laughed at that one.

  The NID and Area 51 DID come calling. Maybourne himself came to a meeting with Annie, where she did nothing but catch him in his own lies for hours. He'd called her a freak, and she called him an assclown.  She leaned down to Maybourne at one point and whispered in his ear. He turned white and shut up pretty fast. She then announced she was frightfully bored and left the room, all swinging hips and jangling chains. When Daniel asked her what she'd said to him, she said that if he wanted to keep all his little skeletons in their soft, cushy closet, he'd leave her the fuck alone. After that, all activity ceased. They were still having trouble getting Annie offworld. Partly because of her worth alive. But Jack had suspected Daniel had protested quietly, not wanting to lose another lover to something evil.

  Jack had to agree. Always reserved and somewhat depressed, Daniel had changed considerably. He smiled more, laughed a lot, and seemed to have brightened up. Seeing Daniel with Annie was like seeing him with Sha're, except Sha're didn't make blatant remarks about their sex life. And he always bore some sort of love bite or hickey, and had resorted to wearing turtlenecks to hide them. When he complained about them to her in his office once, Jack had walked by to hear her tell him she'd simply have to put them somewhere nobody could see. His indignant gasp had her laughing and he mock chased her out of his office.

  So here he was, armed with the good news that Annie could leave the base. And it couldn't come too soon. Her music, though soft, always seemed to be playing, and he knew of at least one issue where someone had complained their sex life had been heard. He shook his head. Let them mess up and have their relations in their own bed. Having Annie work here was bad enough. Having the new lovebirds living here was borderline insanity.

  He heard the sounds as he approached her office. Some loud rock song blaring out of her headphones. How she managed to NOT go deaf was a shock to him. The sounds shut down as he reached the door, and she called.

  "Come in Jack!"

  "Ya know....that’s really creepy." He laughed though, and leaned against her doorway. Annie turned around in her chair. Yep, still the same pierced, black lipsticked face, but he could see the dark beauty she represented. She crossed her legs, the buckles on her boots winking.

  "What’s up?"

  "You've been cleared there Child of the Dark. The general says you can go home and come to work like normal people. Well, normal enough for people who travel through the 'Gate CAN be."

 "REALLY?" She shrieked. She ran over and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. He was taken aback, but her warmth was a nice change. It really was like having another 'kid' to look after.

 "Thank you Jack. I've felt all stuffed up in here. Have you told Danny?" Jack shook his head.

 "Thought you'd like to." She smiled a thousand watt smile and rushed out, leaving her office door open and her chair still spinning. She turned in the hallway, her braided ponytails and cornrowed bangs whipping around.

  "Jack?"

  "Yeah."

  "I know Charlie would be proud of you Jack, because I know you tend to look at me like one of your kids, and I know I'm proud." She blinked then took off again.

   Jack stood there for a second trying to clear the blurriness from his vision. He made it a personal mission to find out about Annie’s father. She needed to know he didn't die in vain, and not because he didn't love her enough to live.

  Annie found Daniels office open and he bent over a scroll of some sort. He had a cup of coffee nearby and his glasses were on the desk. Her heart beat faster. This office had certainly been christened. The first night they were here, they had locked the office and fucked in his chair. It had taken every ounce of will she had had not to scream.

  She snuck up on him, and kissed the back of his neck. He jumped and looked up.

  "Hey baby.....guess what?" Annie started.

  "What?"

  "Jack said I'm cleared! We can go home!" Daniel got up and hugged her. He felt that rush he always got when he held her. That electrical charge of life. He loved her. There was no doubt about it. This wild child, this gothic babe, made him feel younger and more vital than he'd felt in a long time. She bit her lip and looked at the door. He smirked and closed his door, locking it as she reached under her skirt and removed her thong. Blue fire meeting green. Sometimes, he couldn't believe the things he found himself doing. Like right now, he was already unbuckling his belt.

  "...yeah, a celebration....O' Malley’s, then maybe a drink at their house?" Carter was asking Jack as they headed for Daniels office, looking for him and Annie. Daniels office door was thumping, and muffled sounds could be heard from the other side.

  "....yes...yes...oh GOD Daniel...."

  "Annie....."

  Sam turned bright red and gasped.

 "Oh my!" Jack smirked.

  "Guess the party started early." He led Carter away quickly before she fainted.

 Inside the office, Daniel was pumping into Annie’s willing body, enjoying the telepathic connection that always allowed them to feel the other. Not that he didn't want his bed back, but god, it was thrilling. They weren't even undressed. Her skirt was bunched up, his pants down around his ankles. His hands were clutching her ass. God, he was screwing against his office door. His OFFICE door. At WORK. But with Annie looking like a gothic cheerleader, and her kiss like liquid fire, he didn't give a damn. He kissed her harder, to feel the cut of her lip ring. Oh yes......Annie.......Daniel slid down into the abyss of pleasure, and discovered he REALLY didn't give a damn. He'd DIED for this place. He should be allowed to fuck on the briefing room table if he wanted. Mmmmm.....that thought was a nice one. Oh Annie.

End of Chapter Nine of Coma White
By Ryanne
Continue to Chapter Ten

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