A/N: Well... *degrading stares from readers* ...I really don't have any...excuse. Uhm... WELL ON WITH THE STORY? *Trina is chased by angry, pitchfork-wielding locals*

The Doctor fumbled at the controls, taking out his hot psychic paper with the coordinates the Goa'uld had sent him. Ha! Implanted in my Tardis, yeah right! The Doctor shook his head. Ba'al really had him worried for a moment there. Did he have a plan? Not particularly. But, really, did he ever? He best keep his day job of 'winging' it. The door slammed as Major Carter stomped into the console room, followed closely by Jack, and an awestruck Daniel.

"This is...I mean it's..." Daniel stammered, mesmerized by the Tardis.

"Yeah, yeah. It's bigger on the inside."

Daniel shook his head. "It's amazing!"

The Doctor shrugged. "Or you could go with amazing. That works too."

Sam stepped in between the Doctor and his controls. "You can't go to him; he's very dangerous!"

The Doctor laughed and gently moved her out of his way. "Trust me, I've dealt with worse. There are much worse creatures in the world compared to the 'Goa'ulds'. You really need to visit London at Christmas one of these days!"

Jack cocked his head. "...London?"

The Doctor skipped up to his controls. "Now, if you'd excuse me. I have to figure out what's wrong with her so that I can go meet this mysterious 'Ba'al'. He sounds like a fun guy."

Sam shook her head, pulling the Time Lord away from the console. "No, you don't understand. In your condition you're no match for him!"

The Doctor held his arms out in what he thought was an innocent manner. "What condition?"

Jack lightly-in his opinion- kicked the Doctor in his ankle, getting an 'Ow!' and poked him in his side, receiving a groan. "That condition."

The Doctor rolled his eyes, bending down to message his ankle. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm perfectly fine! This is what I do; save worlds, maybe relax afterwards with a nice cup of tea and a pretty lady." He winked at Sam.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Watch it."

The Doctor looked as innocent as a puppy. "What?" He mock whispered to Sam. "Not keen to the jokes, this one."

Sam tried to hide her giggles, but dramatically failed. Jack sighed but didn't comment further.

"Out you go." The Doctor said as he started ushering the three out of his Tardis. Suddenly, the whir of the Tardis' engines started up, indicating take-off. The Doctor ran back histarically to his console. "No! No! No! C'mon, sweetheart; you didn't fly before! Don't start now!" He sighed and looked at the coordinates screen. He was heading to Ba'al.

He groaned and turned back to SG-1 minus the Jaffa. "Well, I guess we're all going." Great. Just great.

A/N: I think I'd be pressing my luck if I asked you to review... *Walks away in shame*