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September 5th, 2014 - 14:30

James sighed heavily as he lay back in the hospital bed, staring at the off-white ceiling. He had grown board staring at the off-white wall a few hours ago, and had grown board staring through the transparent wall at the white wall beyond hours before that.

James felt good. Great in fact, and he wasn't completely sure why they wouldn't let him out. It's not like he had meant to break that guy's arm in the fight. He wouldn't listen and wasn't following protocol. He had dropped a priceless and as-yet-undated ceramic bowl, which then shattered.

Sure it was weird that his appetite had increased so much, and that he seemed stronger and faster than he had been in years, but he had been working out recently. It couldn't have anything to do with the gauntlet that he had found in the tomb. It was thousands of years old. The ancient Wari hadn't had any type of technology that could do what these people were claiming it did.

48 hours ago, James had been at a dig site in Peru. He had uncovered an undisturbed tomb and picked up what appeared to be a gauntlet that fell from a mummy bundle. As he held it up to his arm, the thing had snapped shut. It was shortly after this, that he started feeling so good. And a couple hours after that he had fought the other archaeologist. In less than 20 hours, some secretive government-types had shown up, and then he was on a plane on the way to some medical facility.

He had been in this isolation room for probably 10 hours or so, and they had yet to give him even a pencil and paper or a book. He was. So. Bored. He had been thinking about some of the inscriptions in the chamber where he had found the gauntlet. He was surprised he remembered them so clearly, especially since he didn't think he had ever seen most of them before. They were unique considering the Wari didn't have a known written language. Although... A few of them did seem slightly familiar now that he was thinking about it. Where had he seen them before?

He got up and did a quick 50 pushups. Then sat back down. Stood up and did 50 jumping jacks. Sat back down. He looked over at the guard standing near the transparent wall, sighed heavily, stood up and walked toward him. "Excuse me, could I get a pen and some paper? A few books maybe? What about somethin' to eat? I'm starvin'."

He hadn't responded to any previous question, but maybe he would this time.


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The man in the isolation room - a Doctor James Price, archaeologist - had been in the "care" of the SGC for almost half a day now, although, from what Claire could gather, it was more like "custody", despite him being placed in a medical isolation room, as opposed to one of the holding cells. There had been preliminary examinations made on the man, with bloods being taken, and now Claire had been sent to take a look at the armband that was on his wrist, which seemingly could not be removed. Whatever it was, it seemed valuable enough to someone to consider a surgical option.

Making a scrawl on a chart, she tucked her pen into the breast pocket of her scrubs, and, reaching for a band in the pocket of her lab coat, tugged her hair back into a messy ponytail. It was only a short walk from her office to the isolation rooms, and she nodded to the guard on duty. "What've I missed," she asked, glancing at the man behind the clear wall.

"Not much, doc," grinned the guard. "Aside from him actin' like he's had a mega-dose of caffeine, seems pretty normal to me."


And he did look normal.

James Price appeared to be in rude health, in fact, and Claire cocked her head to one side for a moment. "Okay, well, I need to go in and take a look at the armband, so... you do your stuff, and I'll do mine, okay?" She didn't wait for permission, merely punched in her access code, and opened the door.

"Dr Price, I'm Dr Te Atua," she said by way of introduction, holding out her hand for him to shake. She looked down at the armband that - apparently - nobody could remove. "I'm here to take a look at that, and see whether we can get it off you." She looked back up at Price's face, her gaze curious. "So... why don't you tell me what happened, and we'll see what we can do to get it off you?" If, after all, it was responsible for the apparent physiological changes in Price, it could be used to enhance the abilities of members of the SG teams. And, if there was one... well, there might be hundreds.


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PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 4:30 pm 
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Claire Te Atua wrote:
"What've I missed," she asked, glancing at the man behind the clear wall.

"Not much, doc," grinned the guard. "Aside from him actin' like he's had a mega-dose of caffeine, seems pretty normal to me."

James Price appeared to be in rude health, in fact, and Claire cocked her head to one side for a moment. "Okay, well, I need to go in and take a look at the armband, so... you do your stuff, and I'll do mine, okay?" She didn't wait for permission, merely punched in her access code, and opened the door.


James sighed. Of course he seemed normal. He was normal.

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"Dr Price, I'm Dr Te Atua," she said by way of introduction, holding out her hand for him to shake. She looked down at the armband that - apparently - nobody could remove. "I'm here to take a look at that, and see whether we can get it off you." She looked back up at Price's face, her gaze curious. "So... why don't you tell me what happened, and we'll see what we can do to get it off you?".


James sighed again, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Te Atua. Glad to see everyone here hasn't given up on me quite yet."

Dr. Te Atua was an attractive woman, possibly Polynesian but James wasn't sure. James couldn't quite place her age. Maybe 30? 35? He noticed she wasn't wearing a facemask or any type of hazmat suit, so apparently they didn't think he was contagious or anything. Why were they holding him like this then?

"Well, ma'am, I was in Peru on a dig site of mine. Castillo de Huarmey is what it's been named. Fascinatin' site, pre-Incan, Wari culture. Around 3000 years old. We had just uncovered a hidden burial chamber, when this gauntlet..." James briefly held up his right arm to show the piece of metal attached to his arm, "...tumbled out of a mummy bundle. I picked it up, and held it to my arm to show my co-director what I thought it was, and the damn thing clasped around my forearm. I felt a sharp prick, and couldn't manage to pry it back open. Hinge is just stuck. I tried a bit of grease that our conservator uses on artifacts, but your boys came and picked me up before I had a chance to really get tryin'. Considerin' this thing's age, I'll prob'ly need a tetanus booster if the prick i felt broke the skin. Not sure when I last had one."

James shrugged, and looked at the doc.

"I've felt fine though, better'n fine, really. But that can't be caused by this thing...[color=#FF8080][/color] He briefly raised his right arm again. "...which is the impression I'm gettin' of what your boys think. The Wari weren't anywhere near advanced enough to have some kind of medicinal injection device."

James looked Dr. Te Atua straight in the eyes and set his jaw, "Don't you dare think about cuttin' this thing off me. It's completely unique to anythin' we've ever come across, from the design to the markin's on it."


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 9:29 am 
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Claire smiled, a certain warmth dancing behind her eyes. There was no point in being anything other than friendly; after all, getting his cooperation would make things far easier than if she had to coerce or order him to do as she needed. That just wasn't her style, anyway, but it was something she was rapidly having to get used to since she had started working at the SGC.

Nodding, Claire listened attentively as the archaeologist talked her through what had happened. there was nothing new there, nothing he hadn't already told whoever had written up his file in the first place, but what had she expected? Half a day of incarceration would loosen his tongue, or help his memory?

Of course bloody not.

"May I," asked Claire, stepping closer and indicating to the man's arm, and the armband attached to it. It looked pretty solid, and the hingeing mechanism looked as though it would hold fast no matter what was thrown at it. The metal was dull, but seemed to have a warm glow of its own, and reminded her of the material the Stargate itself was made of, only in a warmer, more bronzey colour.

"You said you felt a sharp prick," she stated, turning his arm over in her hands, manipulating his wrist, hand and fingers to check for issues with mobility. In truth, it seemed to be fine. "Can you show me where on your arm you felt the pricking sensation?" Perhaps it had anchored itself into his skin somehow, and perhaps that was preventing the hinges from opening. it was all conjecture, of course, but conjecture was better than nothing.

"I'm sure you're feeling fine," grinned Claire. "All the tests we ran show that your metabolism is running at a ridiculously high rate, and your physical functions are in line with that." She shook her head ruefully. "Don't go thinking you're some sort of Superman, though. The longer this goes on, the quicker your body's going to get screwed up and worn out." It was a very real concern.

Claire fixed him with a look as Price warned her against cutting it off. "Doctor Price, I'm going to be straight up with you here," she said, her voice deadly serious. "With your body running at such a rate, we may have no choice. I know that archaeologists don't like to hear it, but sometimes, life comes before artefacts."


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Claire Te Atua wrote:
"You said you felt a sharp prick," she stated, turning his arm over in her hands, manipulating his wrist, hand and fingers to check for issues with mobility. In truth, it seemed to be fine. "Can you show me where on your arm you felt the pricking sensation?" Perhaps it had anchored itself into his skin somehow, and perhaps that was preventing the hinges from opening. it was all conjecture, of course, but conjecture was better than nothing.


"Uh, it felt similar to a needle-stick, and seemed to be about here." James pointed to the back of his mid-forearm.

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"I'm sure you're feeling fine," grinned Claire. "All the tests we ran show that your metabolism is running at a ridiculously high rate, and your physical functions are in line with that." She shook her head ruefully. "Don't go thinking you're some sort of Superman, though. The longer this goes on, the quicker your body's going to get screwed up and worn out." It was a very real concern. Claire fixed him with a look as Price warned her against cutting it off. "Doctor Price, I'm going to be straight up with you here," she said, her voice deadly serious. "With your body running at such a rate, we may have no choice. I know that archaeologists don't like to hear it, but sometimes, life comes before artefacts."


"Doctor, I really don't understand why y'all keep saying things like that. I'm really ok. I'll admit I've been a bit hungrier than normal, but that isn't any cause for alarm. If there is somethin' weird goin' on with my vitals, I must'a caught a bug or somethin' while I've been in Peru."

James' face grew serious again. "With all due respect, ma'am, this is an extraordinarily important find, and unless you can give me definitive proof that it has to be damaged to remove it, I won't allow it. If anyone is goin' to try and remove it by takin' it apart, it's goin' to be me. Y'all may have some fancy equipment and some intelligent people, like yourself, but I have yet to see another archaeologist or conservator here. Unless y'all have someone around with experience handlin' artifacts, I should be the one to try and dismantle it.


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“Unless y'all have someone around with experience handlin' artifacts, I should be the one to try and dismantle it.”

Before Dr. Te Atua could respond, another female voice shouted a response from the doorway that was punctuated for emphasis. ”No! Freaking! Way!”

The redhead responsible for the interruption came storming up to Price with a laptop carried under one arm and a wheeled cart full of equipment pulled along by the other. Her bright green eyes were practically glowing with excitement as she came to a stop next to his hospital bed. ”Captain Doctor Joey Davidson, Army Engineering Specialist, at your service” she quickly greeted their erstwhile new friend while setting her laptop on the tray.

Joey seemed to be bounding with as much energy as Price currently had as she hurriedly opened her computer, rushing to pull up what little information they had on the strange little artifact he’d dug up. ”That thing on your arm is an extremely delicate, extremely unique, and to put it plainly, extremely awesome piece of alien technology, and if anyone’s going to dismantle it, it’ll be an experienced professional like myse-”

She caught herself suddenly, reeling back and biting her lip. Oops. That, uh…. oops. Snapping her head over to the only doctor in the room who was actually a medical doctor, she quietly asked, ”Does he know about… y’know?” Surely he must have been corralled into signing a nondisclosure form by now…. right?


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Claire nodded as Price indicated where on his arm he had felt the "needle stick", and frowned. She couldn't see anywhere on the armband that indicated that there was any sort of inner working mechanism, but then again, you really couldn't tell much from the outside at all. It looked pretty dull, actually, but the artefacts at the SGC weren't her specialty.

In this case, however, the man it was seemingly irrevocably attached to was.

"A 'bit hungrier'," she laughed, shaking her head. "D'you have any idea how much you've eaten since you got here? You've eaten the same amount as four men would normally get through in that time. Your energy is through the roof, your bloodwork is off the scale, and there's no sign of a virus or bacteria of any sort." Claire fixed him with a steady gaze. "What's going on with you is extraordinary, and we've never seen anything quite like it." Of course, there was the tiniest chance that he could be right, and he might just have some bizarre Peruvian illness, but she'd lay money on it being something far more fantastical than that. Her year with the SGC had taught her that the "impossible" simply didn't exist.

Claire tried her best to look sympathetic, but, to her, the person wearing the bloody armband was the important thing in the room. Sure, Daniel Jackson and some of the other archos might not be in agreement with her, but she'd be prepared to argue her point and stand her ground, should it come to it. "Look, Dr Price, you might not have any..."

And then she was derailed by an overexcited, self important soldier, one of those arseholes who thought that using their rank and their academic title made them better than anyone else. Of course, she'd seen the Captain around, had heard the odd snippet of gossip about her, but they had never worked together. Not that she would call this "working together".

"Has anyone ever told you it's fucking rude to interrupt a doctor with their patient," said Claire, her voice cool and softly angry, her sludge-green eyes as icy as the ocean. "You're not touching it. A fucking grease monkey doesn't get near it, you hear me? If anyone is going to try to get it off Dr Price's arm, it'll be Dr Jackson himself." It wasn't ideal, but if Price would only allow an archaeologist near it, she might as well call on the best they had. About to flick the comm unit on the wall, the colour drained from her face as she realised what the Captain had said.

"He didn't... no. Not until you opened your big bloody mouth, anyway." Now Claire was angry. She had been under strict orders to keep things as generic as possible, and here was this jumped up mechanic breezing in and blowing everything out of the water. "So... I guess you'll be breaking the news to the General... right?"


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Claire Te Atua wrote:
"A 'bit hungrier'," she laughed, shaking her head. "D'you have any idea how much you've eaten since you got here? You've eaten the same amount as four men would normally get through in that time. Your energy is through the roof, your bloodwork is off the scale, and there's no sign of a virus or bacteria of any sort."


James' face colored in embarrassment. Had he really eaten that much since getting here?

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Claire fixed him with a steady gaze. "What's going on with you is extraordinary, and we've never seen anything quite like it."


James was taken aback and shock showed on his face when he was told that his symptoms had never been seen before. This doctor couldn't be right, could she?

Claire Te Atua wrote:
Claire tried her best to look sympathetic, but, to her, the person wearing the bloody armband was the important thing in the room. "Look, Dr Price, you might not have any..."


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”No! Freaking! Way!”


James' head snapped around to face the new-comer fast enough to give him whiplash. It was a young woman, maybe in her late teens or early 20's. James had taught older at the university. She was a pretty redhead with green eyes, wearing a military uniform and was carrying a ton of equipment in her arms and on a cart.


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”Captain Doctor Joey Davidson, Army Engineering Specialist, at your service.”

”That thing on your arm is an extremely delicate, extremely unique, and to put it plainly, extremely awesome piece of alien technology, and if anyone’s going to dismantle it, it’ll be an experienced professional like myse-”


James nodded at the girl, saying "That's what I've been trying to tell..." James' voice trailed off as he realized and tried to comprehend what she had said. Alien? He blinked. He blinked again. He saw Capt. Davidson turn to a very annoyed and angry looking Dr. Te Atua.

Josephine Davidson wrote:
”Does he know about… y’know?” Surely he must have been corralled into signing a nondisclosure form by now…. right?


James' brow furrowed, and he looked quickly back at Dr. Te Atua.

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"Has anyone ever told you it's fucking rude to interrupt a doctor with their patient," said Claire, her voice cool and softly angry, her sludge-green eyes as icy as the ocean. "You're not touching it. A fucking grease monkey doesn't get near it, you hear me? If anyone is going to try to get it of Dr Price's arm, it'll be Dr Jackson himself." About to flick the comm unit on the wall, the colour drained from her face as she realised what the Captain had said.


James' mouth dropped open as he heard how sharp her reply began. He noticed the color change in her face, and his brow furrowed further. Did the doctor hear the Captain mention aliens? Was this normal here?

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"He didn't... no. Not until you opened your big bloody mouth, anyway." Now Claire was angry. "So... I guess you'll be breaking the news to the General... right?"


James was in complete disbelief. "I'm sorry, but what is goin' on here? Do y'all actually think this gauntlet is somethin' alien? I knew there was no way this was a governmental thang. Y'all are all crackpots. Is this some kind'a stupid prank TV show? Or are y'all angry at me for publicly denying the "Ancient Alien" hypothesis? Is that why you brought me here? I would like to leave now, and I would prefer to not have to force my way out. Ladies, unless you can show me something official, I will be leaving now."

James had recently published a book denying everything stated in the "Ancient Alien" hypothesis. To him, the whole thing was ridiculous and ludicrous. Of course ancient man hadn't had contact with aliens. They were perfectly capable of all of the wonders they had constructed. There was no need to diminish their accomplishments with whack-job theories that "aliens did it". It was James' personal pet peeve. And to think that he had started to like Dr. Te Atua. And as for the Captain, even a pretty face couldn't fix crazy.

A brief thought crossed his mind. Did Dr. Te Atua say Dr. Jackson? Now, with talk of aliens, James remembered a Dr. Daniel Jackson who was laughed out of several archaeology conferences for his alien connection hypotheses. The man had basically disappeared from the field. How had he remembered him? His mind seemed to be working even more quickly than usual of late.

James stood up, crossed his arms, and looked back and forth between the two women, awaiting a response.


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It didn’t take long for the accosting to begin.

Claire Te Atua wrote:
"Has anyone ever told you it's fucking rude to interrupt a doctor with their patient," said Claire, her voice cool and softly angry, her sludge-green eyes as icy as the ocean. "You're not touching it. A fucking grease monkey doesn't get near it, you hear me? If anyone is going to try to get it off Dr Price's arm, it'll be Dr Jackson himself." It wasn't ideal, but if Price would only allow an archaeologist near it, she might as well call on the best they had. About to flick the comm unit on the wall, the colour drained from her face as she realised what the Captain had said.

"He didn't... no. Not until you opened your big bloody mouth, anyway." Now Claire was angry. She had been under strict orders to keep things as generic as possible, and here was this jumped up mechanic breezing in and blowing everything out of the water. "So... I guess you'll be breaking the news to the General... right?"


Joey opened her mouth to respond, but the man in the bed had his own interjections.

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"I'm sorry, but what is goin' on here? Do y'all actually think this gauntlet is somethin' alien? I knew there was no way this was a governmental thang. Y'all are all crackpots. Is this some kind'a stupid prank TV show? Or are y'all angry at me for publicly denying the "Ancient Alien" hypothesis? Is that why you brought me here? I would like to leave now, and I would prefer to not have to force my way out. Ladies, unless you can show me something official, I will be leaving now."


Okay, there were just one or two measly details there to clarify. Still looking down at her laptop and typing like a mad woman, Joey responded, ”I’ll explain it to the General, yes. My fuck-up, I’ll take the consequences like a big girl.” Her bright green eyes popped up momentarily from her work to look up at Claire.

”But this fucking grease monkey?” She pointed to herself for emphasis. ”She has a fucking engineering degree from one of the best fucking universities in the best fucking country on this fucking planet, and she spends her entire fucking day fucking dismantling all fucking sorts of fucking alien technology. Or, to put in less fucky terms, I’m one of a handful of people on this planet who might be able to get that thing off him and actually know what the hell I’m doing.”

With that miniature rant out of the way, she turned her attention back towards Price. Right, that was a grand screwing of the pooch, but it wasn’t the first time she had screwed up this badly. Nothing to do now but try and make the best out of a rotten situation. ”Aliens are real.” The blunt approach seemed best at this point. ”They visited Earth thousands of years ago and enslaved primitive humans by posing as their gods. They also probably built that thing on your arm, and since we happen to be in a secret interstellar war with a bunch of aliens at the moment, it’s kind of important that we get any advantage we can--like, say, examining that armband to figure out if the technology behind can help us.”

She darted her eyes over to the wall for a second. ”Also, if you try to run off, they’ll probably shoot you, so…. don’t do that.”


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Claire smiled slightly, shaking her head. "A surgical removal of the piece will be a last resort," she explained. "But if we have to, it'll be me doing the surgery, and I'd do my best not to damage the artefact." The thought of cutting away god knows how many layers of skin to preserve a lump of metal, no matter what it was or where it came from, was anathema to her, but she had her orders. If they wanted it excised without damage, she could do that.

Didn't mean she had to like it, though.

Claire held up a placating hand. James Price was becoming more agitated, and, if the medics' calculations were right, him getting agitated wasn't a good idea. He had gotten into fights with a fellow archaeologist, something that was apparently out of character for him, and, if his bloodwork was an indicator, right about now, his testosterone levels would be going through the roof, his cortisol levels dropping like a stone, and his heartrate and blood pressure would be steadily on the increase.

She didn't get a chance to try to calm him down, to reason with him. Oh, no, the grease monkey saw to that. Claire's face was impassive as she went off on a swear laden rant, trying to make her point in a juvenile fashion. Merely quirking an eyebrow, Claire stood by and watched, almost amused at the teenage temper tantrum that was in the offing, even though the woman had to be at least twenty eight if she was a doctor.

"...and your head is obviously so far up your own arse, you're watching daylight," she commented, her voice deceptively light. "I don't give a flying fuck who you are. You could be General Hammond's concubine for all I care. It doesn't change the fact that, in here, as this is a medical matter, I outrank you. The only person who's able to pull rank on me right now is Janet Fraiser, and, unless she's stomping down the corridor to tell me you're the second coming of Isambard Kingdom Brunel, and I need to worship at your feet, then you need to back... the fuck... off."

Claire was furious, but buggered if she was going to let it show. James Price was, potentially, a very sick man, and, unless she had orders to the contrary, she wasn't going to let anything or anyone get in the way of her care of her patient.

However, Little Miss Sunshine was then spouting off about aliens, putting little green men firmly in the spotlight, and not in a good way, either. "Look, I think you ought to stop right there, before you go saying something that's really going to make the shit hit the fan," she said, her voice surprisingly patient. "Dr Price, I'm going to get someone here who's probably going to be able to put things into a context you'll be able to relate to, okay?" She moved towards the comm panel on the wall. "Dr Daniel Jackson to the isolation rooms, please." She just hoped that he would come quickly, and that, in the meantime, Price wouldn't go into complete meltdown.


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