The secretary gasped. He had only been working for the General for a few weeks and still wasn't use to the non-military visitors he regularly entertained but this boy was so got getting in to see his boss! The boy in question had long dusty black dreadlocks a shirt that left his midriff exposed and a long over-cloak. His feet were bare. The only thing that looked remotely modern was his green cargo pants, and even they were filthy. The secretary couldn't help but wonder how a kid who obviously lived on the streets made it this far into the pentagon.

Then the boy opened his mouth, "Is O'Neill here? I was told I could find him here." Only it didn't sound like that. The boy had a thick accent, the General's name sounded more like 'O'Near' than 'O'Neill'

The Secretary covered his surprise well; the General's name wasn't on the door or anywhere. If you knew who he was you knew where his office was. "Who are you?" the question was harsh and the tone sharp, the boy just grinned at the secretary.

"I am an old friend. I have come a very long way to see O'Neill. Please, may I see him?" His eyes filled with hope. The secretary wondered if this boy was once helped by the General in the Middle East. His skin tone and accent could place him there. Either way this scampish boy should not be in the Pentagon! It seemed as if fait had other ideas because as the secretary was reaching for the button that would summon security the door to the hall opened and the general in question walked in. He stopped dead at the sight of the boy.

"Skaara," he said after looking the boy up and down. The boy, Skaara's, face split into a wide grin as he replied in kind. "What are you doing here? Abydos isn't in danger is it? Did you descend or are you still," The general wiggled his fingers at the boy, it through off the secretary but Skaara clearly understood.

"No, O'Neill, I am still as Oma made me." His smile was soft and just a little bit sad, "Abydos is fine I wanted to visit you and Daniel," that was a name the secretary recognized. The general had had a civilian visitor by that name. The secretary had turned him away – The general was far too important for simple archaeologists! "He told me," Skaara continued, "to tell you that your secretary," the boy's head cocked to the side and his tongue tripped over the word, "Is an idiot who doesn't know about Abydos and had the audacity" another fumbled word, "to turn away Daniel four days ago. He thought that I would have an easier time getting in to see you."

The general turned on the poor secretary and pointed a finger at the door through which he had just come. "Out. I don't want to see you here ever again. You do not turn away my team without consequence and you sure as hell don't not tell me you did so!" The secretary was shocked. He knew that the general had been a team leader for spec-ops before coming to the Pentagon but there was an Archaeologist on the team?

"But sir!" The secretary was indignant: it was his job to keep the riff-raff from the general. "you can't!"

"I can, and I did. Daniel and Skaara are close personal friends. Now I know you could never keep Skaara out if he wanted in," he winked at the boy who grimaced and muttered about not being allowed to do something, "But Daniel is just your average everyday human who you could keep out. Heck you could even screen his calls if you wanted to." He paused, eyes narrowing, "you didn't did you?"

At the secretary's guilty expression he shouted "Out" one last time before the general and the boy walked through the opposite door to his office.

Deciding to go along with the irritable general but bring it up later with the head of the Pentagonal Secretarial staff later on the secretary left the office. He didn't hear but the general and the boy laughed.