Hi everyone!

I try to translate again my story.

All mistakes are obviously mine, and I don't own nothing !

SG1 just came back from a long exhausting off world mission. They had been captured by a group of Jaffas, freed by Bra'tak and finally home to the SGC with three days late in the schedule.

Hammond was wondering about their survival when he received a message from Jacob Carter, telling him the team was on its way back to Earth.

Bra'tak gave the men and the Tok'ra gave the skills to release the Tau'ris.

After a quick medical exam, rather normal, the General summoned his team for the post mission briefing.

Everyone took his usual place, around the table and the talks began. Daniel spoke first of what they saw: ruins, destroyed artefacts, etc. The conversation became heated between the archeologist and the Colonel, the first reproached to the second his lack of respect for antiques.

"I'm sorry, Daniel if I wanted to save you ass! Next time, Teal'c, Carter and I should put a sign at the temple's entrance "Dear Jaffa friends, please do not disturb, archeology is a long and tiresome science, come back later!"

"Or we can try this one: "I bite!" with a picture of you!"

"Gentlemen, please!" Sam Carter said, while standing up between the guys. She hated when they fought like that.

Daniel and Jack looked at her when she staggered. Jack grabbed her elbow and she slowly shook her head.

"Oh boy!"

"Carter, are you ok?"

"Yes, thanks, just a dizziness" Sam Beckett answered, staring at the man in front of him. He just jumped into a new body, still giddy.

"Have a seat, Major!" told him a bald man, his uniform composed by a white shirt with two stars sewed on the shoulders. A tag, indicating "Hammond", was pinned just above his pocket. He was seated, hands crossed on the table, but Sam could have sworn that his trousers were blue.

Sam obeyed without a word. Military customs were not his thing and he hoped that Al would join him soon to help him.

"And what about you, Major?" Hammond asked, looking in Sam's direction.

"Hum… very well, I think…"

"Very well? But Carter, what's wrong with you?" asked the man who was holding his arm turned towards Hammond to ask a certain Doc Fraiser to come immediately.

An airman left the room and Sam took a minute to watch the briefing room. A large window was dominating a hall below. Sam couldn't see well, but a big round structure was visible. He wondered what it was for. Then, in order not to be betrayed by his interrogating look, he stared at the men with him.

Hammond, the bald guy, was seated at the beginning of a big table, which told him he was the chief. The other man, tall, brown eyes, salt-and-pepper hair, was staring back at him, as trying to read in him.

Another man, younger – in his thirties – with glasses, was downloading some pictures on a computer, without paying attention to the other people in the room.

The last man was black, bodybuilder shaped, was also staring at him but as if he could him, the real him but Sam dismissed this thought. It was impossible because he knew that only animals, children, angels, ultrasounds sensitive people, dying people, drunk people, mentally deficient people or even mediums could see his real face. And something was telling Sam that this man was in none of this category with his black t-shirt and his golden sign on the forehead.

A petite brunette came, greeting the men while entering the room.

"You asked me to come, Sir?" she asked Hammond.

"Yes, Major Carter had a kind of dizziness and talked strangely afterward, I'd like you to have a second look."

The woman approached Sam when the salt-and-pepper haired man said: "How many times did I tell you to be careful with your head, it's a precious gift!"

Sam understood that the lecture was half serious while the doctor put a light in his eyes.

"You should have stood up too quickly, Major because I can't find neurological problem. Do you sleep well?"

"Doc ! Carter hasn't slept for four days due to this damn mission!"

"You should have some rest after the briefing and swear to eat regularly" the Doctor said, while leaving the room. "And Jell'o doesn't count!"

Sam smiled, as the faces around him were relaxing.

"So, as Major Carter needs some rest, I offer to postpone the briefing at 0800, tomorrow. Dismiss!"

Hammond left the room to go to another room, next door, Sam concluded that it was his office. The man closed the door, but, through the window he could see him, grabbing a red telephone and talk with someone.

The three other men were going toward the exit. The gray haired man called "Carter, let's come eat something, you'll have to go to sleep then!"