Summary: On his road trip, Xander Harris meets Goa'uld Setesh (Stargate SG-1) who turns him into a Jaffa and places clone of himself into Xander's pouch.

Author's note: I have never seen Xander turned into Jaffa and I thought that it might be interesting turn of events. And, yes, I believe it is possible in Stargate canon to turn a human into a Jaffa. Didn't Hathor almost do that to O'Neill?

Timeline:

Stargate SG-1: Starts after SG-1 Season 3 Episode 2 "Seth"

BtVS: Starts after Season 3 episode 22 "Graduation Day, Part 2"

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Chapter One

As Xander Harris walked on a country road, a heavy rain caught him. "Goddamn mechanic. Fucking Rory and his goddamn car!" he cursed his car that had broken just outside Oxnard. When Xander got into a rundown building, he was soaking wet, but, at least, out of the rain. Inside, Xander wrinkled his nose; the place smelled awful, but the terrible smell felt familiar. It took Xander a few moments to realize what he smelled was all too familiar smell of decaying bodies.

Xander followed the smell of death; he wanted to see if it was human bodies that he smelled or if they were just dead rats. Taking out the blessed dagger Giles had given him before he left Sunnydale Xander went down the stairs as silently as possible. What he found down there was more than a few bodies and a half-naked man with glowing eyes. The man turned those eyes on Xander. "I am Setesh, you would be wise to kneel before your god," The glowing eyes said.

Xander cursed inwardly, he was facing a demon who already had killed people, and he only had a blessed dagger. Deciding to play the demon's game, hoping to buy some time, Xander kneeled to one knee, sliding the hand that held the dagger behind his back.

The demon walked closer to Xander. "Good, you know when you are facing your better. You are young and strong. You might survive the transformation," he sneered, looking at the bodies all around us.

Hearing that, Xander jumped up and attacked the demon, trying to plung the dagger into his guts but the demon dodged his attack. "You dare attack your god?" The demon growled reaching to touch Xander to forehead, and the golden thing in his hand glowed. Tremendous pain hit Xander. He felt like his head, his whole body, was on fire; the agony was so intense Xander wondered if he would die from it.

When the demon pulled his hand away, Xander fell and hit his head on the floor. The demon had drained all Xander's strength; he couldn't move. All Xander could do was to stare at the smirking demon.

"Good, you can take pain, perhaps you will survive the transformation. When Hathor traded her device to me, she didn't tell that most Tau'ri cannot take the pain that the transformation causes. I hope you are the right one, my clone cannot wait for a new womb much longer and I have no means to clone myself again."

The demon touched the gem on his belly, and it lit up. He then got on top of Xander.

Oh, God, he's going to rape me! Xander thought as the bright light enveloped them both.

Xander's body trembled in pain.

The agonizing seizure lasted for a what seemed eternity before the darkness took Xander far, far away from the pain.

The next time Xander woke up, he was lying on a metal bed. The light hurt his eyes. He saw figures moving around. Then the demon's smirking face appeared above him. "You are a good servant; you survived the transformation. It is time for you to take the larval," he said, showing a jar to Xander.

The demon opened the jar, and Xander watched how a slimy hissing snake got out of the jar, and he screamed in terror when it slithered into his stomach.

It happened slowly, Xander felt as if he was looking Alien emerging from the guy's stomach in reverse.

When the demon snake was inside his stomach, a warmth spread over Xander's body and the pain faded. He could feel the anger of the snake inside him. Xander looked down at his stomach, there was an X shaped scar on it. Then he sensed the thing falling asleep. Terrified, Xander turned his head to look someone to help or kill him; he didn't want to be possessed by a demon again. But there was no one else, but the glowing-eyed demon in the room.

No one alive that is; there were four bodies on the floor.

The demon saw what Xander was looking. "My loyal disciples or not, I cannot let them know where I'm hiding you. My clone is too important, he needs to be secured until the time he will be adult," he said. "now, it is time for both of you to sleep for a while,"

The demon closed a glass door that almost hit Xander on the nose. Then he reached on the side of the door and Xander blacked out.

A month later

"He's an American?" Jack asked, looking at the picture of a Driver's License on the screen and grimaced. "…and an eighteen-year-old kid at that."

"Yes, Sir, there is no doubt about his identity. He is Alexander Harris from Sunnydale, California," Carter said and shuffled the papers in front of her, sending them skitter across the table to O'Neill.

When Jack saw the X-Ray of the larvae in the boy's pouch, shivers of disgust went through him. He glanced at Teal'c, who was just as stoic as ever, but he gave Jack a slight shake of his head as if he knew what Jack was thinking and agreed him. "What can you tell us about him?" Jack asked.

"We can be 100% sure that a year ago Alexander Harris was a healthy human teenager without any signs of Jaffa pouch or Goa'uld larvae—" Carter said.

"How?" Jack cut her off.

"Sir?" Carter asked.

"I believe Colonel is asking how you can be sure that a year ago he wasn't a Jaffa?" General Hammond said.

"Sir, I can explain that," Dr. Frasier said, "I got his full medical file from Sunnydale and a year ago they did an extensive checkup for Mr. Harris. They even took full-body CT scan, and there were no signs of pouch or symbiote. So, we can be sure that a year ago Alexander Harris was a human. Although, I would like to know why they changed his blood not only once but thrice. There was no medical reason for them to do that."

"Why is that important?" Hammond asked.

"Exchange transfusion is a life-saving procedure, but there did not seem to be any medical reason for them to do that and yet, they didn't do it just once; they did it thrice. The only reason for that is that they were trying to flush something out of his circulatory," Dr. Frasier said. "They are hiding something, maybe in fear of malpractice charges."

"Could it be that his change to Jaffa started back then?" Jack asked.

"Maybe, Sir, but I don't think so. However, I believe that Mr. Harris was physically abused as a child. But none of the old injuries—some of which would have needed medical care—I found are mentioned in his medical file. His mother works as a nurse in Sunnydale General; I suspect that she erased uncomfortable parts from her son's file to avoid CPS investigation," Dr. Frasier said. "Which is illegal, and I'd like to go Sunnydale and check their records. I'm sure that I can find a paper trail of his abuse."

"Sorry, Janet, but, as much as I'd want to make child abusers suffer, we can't do that. The kid is officially dead," Hammond said. "What else we know about him?"

"As I told you, a year ago he was a normal human, but now he is a Jaffa with Goa'uld larvae in his pouch," Dr. Frasier said. "I wonder how that happened?"

"Hathor," Jack said shivering in disgust as he remembered what Hathor had done to him. "She knows how to turn humans into Jaffa."

"That's true, Hathor must have met Seth before she came to SGC," Carter said.

"Major, what makes you think so?" Hammond asked. "As far as we know, Harris never met Seth, nor did he visit Seattle."

"Janet confirmed that Mr. Harris's symbiote is an infant clone of Setesh," Carter said. "Before Hathor came to SGC, she must've met Mr. Harris and turned him into a Jaffa as a favor to Setesh."

"Shit, first Seth, then Hathor and now we hear that two of them met and Hathor turned an American boy to an incubator for Seth's clone." Jack darted an annoyed look at Carter. "How many snakeheads you think there are on earth?"

"We believe that Hathor and Seth were exceptions, they both had good reasons to stay behind when Ra left. But we cannot be sure that there aren't more Goa'uld hiding on Earth. After all, there are six billion humans on the planet, and unless they do something outlandish, we will not even know about them," Carter replied.

"Dammit, I hate to think that snakeheads are lurking in the darkness and scheming how to enslave the humanity," Jack said.

"Colonel," Seemingly annoyed Hammond said. "Let Major Carter and Dr. Frasier finish their briefing."

Jack groaned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yes, Sir."

Carter cleared her throat. "Sir, actually there is not much else to tell, as far as I can tell Mr. Harris is an ordinary eighteen-year-old small-town boy. However, as I said, I haven't had time to dig into his life."

"Major, do you think you would find anything unusual if you dig deeper his life?" Hammond asked.

"No, Sir, I would not expect to find anything that explains why he has been turned into a Jaffa."

"Then I see no reason why you should waste time digging deeper into his life," Hammond said, turning to Dr. Frasier. "Dr. Frasier, is there anything else you can tell?"

"I have not much to add either. Everything is on the file. The point is that a year ago, Mr. Harris was a human boy, and now he is a Jaffa, and he has larvae clone of Setesh in his pouch. As far as I know, there is nothing we can do to make him a human again," Dr. Frasier said. "I recommend that we let Teal'c teach him. As I understand, it is essential to his survival that Alexander learns to perform Kelno'reem."

"Indeed," Teal'c said.

"Yeah, but what happens when NID hears about him? They'll come after him like they did with Teal'c and he's just a kid with the worst luck ever," Jack said. "Hell, if I will let NID take him into some lab to be dissected,"

"I would be glad to train him," Teal'c said. "However, I believe Selmak is the solution to your problem."

"What do you mean, Teal'c?" Hammond asked.

"Selmak is ambassador of the Tok-Ra nation, is he not?" Teal'c asked.

"Yes, yes he is," Hammond said.

"And he has the…" Teal'c raised his eyebrow. "he is untouchable by Tau'ri government, is he not?"

"Yes, Selmak has the diplomatic immunity," Hammond said.

"When Selmak has the diplomatic immunity, is it right to assume that if Selmak gives AlexanderHarris an official status among Tok'ra that will give AlexanderHarris the same diplomatic immunity that Selmak has?" Teal'c asked.

Jack grinned at Teal'c "Indeed," he said.

"That is a good idea," Hammond said. "Major, contact Tok-Ra and tell them that we need to talk with them. I will withhold your reports about Mr. Harris until we have talked with Jacob and Tok-Ra."

"Thank you, Sir," Jack said. "Kid's probably suffered enough already; he doesn't need to get NID after him."

"I agree," Hammond said. "Major, Dr. Frasier, wake Mr. Harris up after which we will interrogate him to see if he's been brainwashed by Seth. After all, he was a master in that."

"Indeed," Teal'c said. "May I be there when you wake him up?"

"Granted," Hammond said dismissing the meeting.

Jack leaned back in his chair, looking at the boy's picture on the screen. The kid was smiling and who smiled in DMV photos? Jack had never seen anyone smiling on their Driver's License picture.

"Poor kid, first the abusive childhood and then he was turned into a Jaffa, and now he's officially dead and buried, and he cannot ever contact to his friends and family," Jack turned to Teal'c. "But let's not tell that to him right now. The shock of being turned into an alien is enough for now."

Xander felt as if he was under the water. He couldn't focus eyes, and he only heard annoying buzzing. When his mind slowly cleared and he started to be able to focus his eyes, he saw that he was lying on a Hospital bed. A big bald black guy with a golden thing attached in his forehead looked at him. Then he jerked when a woman's face appeared only inches away from him. He tried to lift his arms, but they didn't move. Xander glanced down and saw that his arms were tied on the bed.

"Please, calm down," the woman said with a soft, soothing tone. "The restraints are there only for your own protection. I will take them away when you are fully awake. Mr. Harris, my name is Janet Frasier, and I'm your doctor, and I'm going to do a few tests for you."

"Uh, okay," Xander said. "Xander."

"Xander?"

"My name, I'm not Mister Harris. That'd be my dad. I'm just Xander, and if you absolutely need to, then you can call me Alexander. But I prefer Xander. Only mom calls me Alexander, and she does it only when I'm in trouble."

Dr. Frasier smiled at him. "Xander it is then. I'm going to do some tests on you."

The next half an hour, the doctor did some tests and finally gave him a clean bill of health, and then she untied his arms. By which time Xander started to remember when had happened to him. Feeling terrible, he sat up and lifted the shirt. He took a deep breath hoping that it had been just a dream.

Then he looked at his abdomen. "Oh, God," he moaned, starting to panic when he saw the X-shaped cut on his belly. He didn't want to be possessed by a demon. "If you're squeamish I suggest you'll turn your eyes away. I'm going all Videodrome on myself right now," he said and plunged his hand into his stomach. He had just grabbed the snake when the big black guy grabbed him by the wrist.

"Do not take the larval out. If you do, you will die," the black guy said.

"I don't care, I don't want to become possessed by the damn snake-demon," Xander said, wrapping his fingers around the snake inside him. "Ow!" he said when it bit his hand. Xander tightened his grip on it.

"You will not be possessed by the infant larvae," the black guy said letting go of his hand. "It will take more than a century for it to become an adult. Until then, it cannot take control of you."

Xander pulled his hand with the slithering and hissing snake out of his belly. "I can feel its anger and hatred and fear," he said, looking at the snake in his hand feeling strangely calm about it.

The black guy nodded. "I know, that is part of the reason why we have Kelno'reem."

"Huh? Kel-no-whatsit?" Xander asked, staring at the ugly snake in his hand. He could feel that the snake was starting to panic; it feared for its life. He looked at the black guy. "What do you know about these bastards?" he asked, waving the snake in his hand, squeezing it harder when it sunk its fangs into his arm.

The black guy opened his shirt and showed the X-shaped cut in his abdomen. "I know everything there is to know, and I can teach you," he said. "AlexanderHarris you have a choice to make. Either you crush the larvae in your hand and die painfully in the next few days, or you let it go back your pouch and become my student."

Xander looked at the hissing snake in his hand. "It cannot possess me?"

"No, it cannot," the black guy said.

Xander looked at him, for some reason, he felt that he could trust the big man. "Okay," he said and turned his eyes on the snake in his hand. He brought it close to his face and, looking into its eyes, he said, "You're not the first snake demon I've met. The last one I blew into smithereens." The snake stopped struggling, and Xander could sense its fear. Grinning, he snapped his teeth at the snake. "If I ever suspect that you are trying to possess me, I will eat you, and I'll start from the tail so that you'll suffer as much as possible." Then he brought his hand down to his belly and let go. The snake slithered into his stomach.

"You made a good choice, AlexanderHarris. Even though the larvae is too young to understand spoken language, I believe that it still understood the thought behind your words and it fears you." The big black guy said. "My name is Teal'c, and I'm honored to take you as my student."

"I'm Xander," Xander said, still staring at the X on his belly, concentrating on his thoughts, trying to see if the snake demon tried to possess him. "That's my name. I hate to be called Alexander, and even more I hate to be called Harris," he turned to look at the big man. "I should be panicking, but I'm not. In fact, I'm unnaturally calm. Why is that?"

"I do not know," Teal'c said.

"It is a side effect of the drugs I used to keep you in a medical coma after we took you out of the stasis chamber," Dr. Frasier said. "Even with Jaffa healing and metabolism, it will take some time for your body to get rid of all the drugs."

"I'm Jaffa?" Xander asked. "What the hell is a Jaffa?"

"We are humans that were genetically engineered to incubate Goa'uld," Teal'c said.

Xander frowned. "Goa'uld? Is that the name of the demon inside us?"

"What is a demon?" Teal'c asked.

"That is hard to explain," Dr. Frasier said.

"A demon is an evil sentient being that wants to kill all humans or evil spirit that can possess a person," Xander said.

"And that covers it pretty well," Dr. Frasier said looking curiously at Xander. "You've given that explanation before, haven't you?"

"Nah, but I've heard my… mentor saying it more than a few times. I was in archeology club, and I was kinda interested in mythologies," Xander said and turned to Teal'c. "So, Goa'uld is the name of the demon species inside us?"

Teal'c nodded. "Indeed, however, it is not an adult. The larvae is comparable to a human fetus and it takes 120 to 150 years for it to become an adult Goa'uld."

Xander groaned, "Great, now I'm pregnant with a demon..."

Suddenly the door opened, and in walked three men and a woman. Xander raised his eyebrow when he saw them. The woman and two men were dressed in blue BDU's, and the older bald man had a uniform, and, on his shoulders, he had two stars. Which meant that he was a General. "General?" Xander asked, still feeling strangely calm. "What the hell does the US Army want from me?"

"Ari Force," The General and the salt and pepper haired man corrected him. "Dr. Frasier, is Mr. Harris fit to talk?" General asked from the doc.

"Xander," Xander said and grinned at the general. "call me Xander or I'll start babbling and my babble is so incoherent and crazy that to get away from insanity that is my babble you'll sharpen a Q-Tip and stab your ears just to get peace and quiet. So… your options are: call me Xander or stab your eardrums."

The salt and pepper haired man chuckled. "I like him."

The General shook his head at the man, "Of course, you do, Colonel," he said and then turned back to Xander. "Xander, what did you mean when you said that the larvae inside you is not the first snake demon you've met?" he asked.

Inwardly cursing his stupidity about not realizing that there would be cameras in the place Xander looked at him for a long moment wondering what to say. "Sir, would you believe if I'd say that it was just something, I cooked up to scare the… uh, worm?"

"No, I would not. Most people are disgusted and scared when they see Goa'uld for the first time, but you were angry and controlled. You didn't even flinch when you took the larvae out of your pouch, and you even warned Dr. Frasier and Teal'c what you were going to do. And you obviously know enough about Goa'uld to know that even the larvae have enough intelligence so that it can be terrorized," General said. "All that tells me that you have prior knowledge about Goa'uld."

Xander groaned. "Would you believe if I'd tell you that I have no idea what you're talking about?"

The General glanced at the Colonel, and then he said, "Will I believe you or not depends what you are going to tell me. Xander, I'm not going to punish you, but your behavior with the Goa'uld larvae implicates that there has been a security breach and I want to know how, where, and when it happened," he said. "Start from the beginning. How did you come to know about what you call, snake-demons?"

Xander thought about it for a moment. He could tell them about demons, after all, he now had a baby-demon inside of him. But how could he do that without telling secrets of his friends?

As he was wondering that, yet another man walked in. He was in his late thirties, had glasses, and he said, "Dr. Giles!"

"Huh?" Xander said.

"I just read Sam's file about you! Dr. Giles is your School Librarian!" The wide-eyed man said.

"Again, I go for; huh?" Xander said.

"Dr. Giles! A librarian!" the man yelled.

Xander turned to General. "Is he… a special boy?"

The Colonel chuckled. "Yeah, he's our special space monkey," he said. "Daniel, calm down and explain why you're so agitated about this Dr. Giles."

The man took a few deep breaths and then he said. "Dr. Giles was a curator of British museum. He is this century's most important figure of European history and linguistics! He opened up Herodotus' and Titus Flavius Josephus' and Cassiodorus' writings the way no one before him! Dr. Giles speaks and reads almost as many languages as I do, and he's written controversial books about Visigoths and Teutons! Not to mention his groundbreaking study about European witch hunts!"

"Got it," Colonel calmly said. "Dr. Giles is you if you'd been interested in European history. So, what about him?"

"Jack! He's, he's, he's…. he's a renowned historian, linguist, and archaeologist! He was my tutor in Oxford!" The man looked at Xander. "Why is Dr. Rupert Giles working as your High School librarian?"

Xander shrugged. "Maybe he wanted peace and quiet, and can you find any more peaceful place than the High School library?"

"The kid has a point," Colonel said.

"Jack!"

"What?" Colonel said, raising his eyebrow. "how many times did you visit your High School's library? No… come to think of it; don't answer that, you probably lived in the library. But—"

"Jack! That's not the point!" the agitated man said. "Um… hmmm?" his eyes lighted up. "Wayne Gretzky!"

Colonel blinked in confusion. "What does Wayne Gretzky have to do with this?"

"What would have you thought if Wayne Gretzky would have decided to stop playing Ice Hockey at the height of his career and then started a new career as a High School figure skating coach?"

Colonel frowned. "That he'd gone insane," he said.

"Exactly," the agitated guy said, turning to Xander. "Why was he your high school librarian?"

Xander shrugged. "How should I know?"

"Mr. Harris—" General said.

"Xander," Xander said.

"—is right, how would he know why his librarian decided to become a librarian," General said, "but with this new information I'm starting to understand how Xander knew about Goa'uld. Dr. Giles told you, didn't he?"

Xander glared at General. "If you're going to hurt Giles I will... I will…" he had no idea what he would or even could do to the General. "I'll do something that you'll hate!"

The Colonel chuckled. "What comes to threats that really wasn't very threatening."

"Xander Harris," Teal'c said, "General Hammond is an honorable man. He will not hurt your friends."

Xander blinked and looked at the big black man. For some reason, he trusted him and his judgment. "Okay," he said, turning to General Hammond. "Okay, Giles is a member of the Watcher's Council and—"

"Stop, don't say a word!" General Hammond cut him off. "Clear the room."

"Sir?" Colonel asked.

"That's an order," General Hammond said. "Clear the room now, people, Mr. Harris and I have to talk in private," he said, looking at the camera on the corner of the room. "Make sure that no one is recording anything that will be said in this room."

Baffled Xander watched how people left the infirmary and when they were alone with General, he said, "General, what—"

"Where is the Watcher's Council's headquarters?" General Hammond asked.

"London, why—"

"Who is the current head of the council?"

Xander wrinkled his nose as if smelling something bad. "Travers."

"That asshole? Damn, I hoped that Roger Wyndham-Pryce would have taken the lead but, apparently you can't always get what you want," General Hammond said. "When referring to International Watcher's Council, use the acronym IWC. Not many people inside the US government and army knows about them, and we like to keep it that way."

"Okay… are you in Council? Are you a Watcher?"

General Hammond groaned. "No, I am not. I despise those old men who force a young girl fight in a war without giving her the support she deserves. However, I am aware of them, and I'm aware what they fight against," he said. "you are too young and too American to have an official position inside the Council… can I assume that Dr. Giles is a watcher and one of your female friends is the Slayer?"

"Why would I answer to that?"

"I'll take that as a yes," General Hammond said. "I'm not interested in the Slayer or Watcher. The battle against demons goes under another branch of military. But your knowledge about HST's explains your reaction to the Goa'uld larvae. How long have you been hunting HST?"

"HST?"

"Hostile Sub-Terran," General Hammond said. "That is what the army calls the demons. How long have you been fighting them?"

"Since I was sixteen," Xander admitted.

General Hammond nodded and took a chair and sat down beside the bed. "Xander, only a handful of people in the army knows about the hidden war against the demons and other monsters and I'm one of those people. Even though IWC has a lot of influence inside the US Goverment only President and a few others knows about IWC and the Slayer. I'm sorry to say that in the army there are too many people who would want to use Slayer as weapon or worse if they'd know about her. To protect your friends never, ever mention slayer or IWC to anyone unless you are not sure that the person already knows about them. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," Xander said, "clear as a day."

General Hammond smiled. "Good boy," he said. "As I mentioned, I'm not interested in the Slayer or her Watcher or any of your friends. However, I'd like to hear your story. I'm sure that it will give me some guidance what to do with you."

"How do you know about Council and Slayer?"

"My aunt was a Slayer, and, in my youth, I spent two years in Demon Researcher Initiative, which is the USA military version of IWC. My team's job was to kill demons and bring their bodies for the scientists to study," General Hammond said, "in fact, part of the reason why I got this job was because I had experience about supernatural."

"What is your job now?" Xander asked with a cocked eyebrow.

General Hammond smiled. "I run the show in this place," he said, "and since you are Jaffa now, you fall under my jurisdiction."

"Uh, what does that mean?"

"It means that you are under my protection and that you cannot leave this base without supervision," General Hammond said. "Xander, let's make a deal. I'll tell you what we do here and what will happen to you if you tell me how you started to fight the demons."

Xander nodded. "Deal," he said. "in one condition."

"And that is?"

"Tell me what kind of demons these are," Xander asked, pointing at his stomach.

"They're aliens, not demons."

Xander's eyes widened. "Aliens… like, you know, space aliens?"

"Yes, will you now tell me how you got involved with the war against demons?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you," Xander leaned back in the bed. "It started when a new girl came to my school… back then I was just a normal guy, you know? I knew nothing about the real world; I didn't know that the town was dangerous, I didn't know that the Mayor was…" all off sudden an image of Mayor-Snake killing Larry flashed through his mind. "God… Larry…" he muttered.

Then came the faces of his classmates who had died during the battle against Mayor-Snake. "All of them died because I wasn't good enough… Because I failed them! Just once in their life, they saw me as something else than just a class clown, and I got them killed!"

Xander felt myriad emotions at once.

Sadness. Anger. Pain. Regret. Loss.

And guilt. Terrible guilt.

He felt overwhelmed by all the emotions crashing into each other inside his head.

He felt overwhelmed by all the guilt about being such a bad field commander that his troops had died.

"Xander, who is dead because you weren't good enough?" General Hammond asked with soft, gentle voice.

Xander looked at him, trying to keep the tears at bay.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't stop the tears, nor could he stop the words that started to stream out of his mouth. "I failed them. I should have planned it better. But I really didn't know what it meant that Mayor turned into a true demon. God! He was big..."

TBC

Author's Note: Xander is officially dead and he cannot leave SGC base and he's a Jaffa. Also, Hammond is in process getting Xander a diplomatic immunity as a Tokra Ambassador's assistant. So why wouldn't Hammond tell Xander what they do in SGC?