Author's Note: ok, this is my X-Men/Stargate SG-1 story. The X-Men will not be in this story except when people talk about them or they are talking to someone on the phone.

This story starts near the beginning of Season Two of SG-1…after Gamekeeper and before Need. This story will not follow the series exactly, but there will be some things similar to some of the more popular and my favorite episodes of the series.

There will be some shippiness later on with Jack and my OC, so if you don't like that, stop right here and go away. I don't want to waste your time if all you're going to do is bitch about how you love Jack and Sam as a pairing and it's stupid to have it any other way. I am a Jack/Sam shipper, but I wanted to write this story!

Copyright crap: ok, Stargate is owned by MGM and all those other people. X-Men is the property of the almighty Marvel Studios and Stan "the Man" Lee, Avi Arad, and the other masters of the art.

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The phone rang for the third time, much to the annoyance of its owner. Muttering several choice words, she untangled herself from the mess of blankets and pillows to answer the phone.

"Hello?" she said half-awake. Glancing at the clock, Selene Douvre sat up. It was 10 o'clock in the morning.

"Dr. Douvre?" a man's voice asked over the phone; a voice thick with a Scottish accent. Selene threw back the sheets and slid her legs over the side of the bed, wincing as bare feet hit the cold hardwood.

"Yeah, I'm awake." She stood and slipped a housecoat and slippers on before heading for the living room and kitchen.

"Thank heavens!" the man sighed in relief. "We've been trying to get a hold o' ye for the past hour!"

Selene sighed as she filled the tea kettle with water. Why is it that they always try to call when I'm trying to sleep? "What's the emergency?" She set the kettle on the stove, turning the burner on so the water would warm up for tea.

"No emergency. Dr. MacTaggert just wanted to know if you were still going ahead with your plans."

Selene looked around her apartment. Boxes were stacked neatly behind the couch and against the walls. Most of her kitchen items and other belongings were boxed up and ready for the move back to the states.

"Yeah, I am. The movers will be here around noon. My flight leaves at five."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Selene could almost sense what the lab assistant was going say next.

"Well, if ye need anything…"

Selene smiled, knowing he couldn't see it. "Thanks. I'm sure I'll be fine. I mean, what trouble can I get myself into in Colorado?"