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Scorpius perched his hideous form on the washer and removed the Safari hat from his head. You're being too particular. The red swim trunks were more than adequate.

"Adequate?" asked Crichton. He fished the red speedo from the floor where he'd thrown it ten minutes ago. "I said I wanted to go swimming, not speak in falsetto for the rest of my

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That is not Mitchell.

He looked like Colonel Mitchell, but he didn't carry himself right and she highly doubted Mitchell would squeal like a fourteen year old catching sight of the latest heartthrob. Or talk to himself. Lam had come back down here to find a sweater (for the Compound's hideous air conditioning) and now she was leaning against the door frame watching the selection process.

"Kids on the brain?" she asked, voice dry. "The last time I was in here all it would give me was surgical scrubs."

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John tore his eyes from the socks and exhaled the breath he'd been reserving for another screech of delight. "Did they have kittens on them?" He beamed. "Because if not it likes me best."

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"One had turtles. Fat ones," Lam offered. "Another had puppies. The last few were solid colors, so I took those. No kittens, so I guess you're King of the Box."

It really was odd. Same eyes, almost the same hair, same build. But definitely not Mitchell. Lam wandered into the room and scooted herself up onto the large folding table that sat near the box. She could have the two of them lined up shoulder to shoulder, dressed the same right down to the boots, and she was almost certain she could pick the right one. That didn't make it any less eerie.

"I'm Doctor Lam," she offered after a moment. No lab coat, her stethoscope was elsewhere and her jeans were faded sea green, but she was still a doctor.

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"Oh, hey." John fished out a sheep-eared stocking cap and tossed it to her. "Might need some stretching."

He crawled forward on his knees far enough to extend a hand. "John Crichton. You new?"

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She snagged the cap and leaned to shake his offered hand, a somewhat wry smile crossing her lips. "I arrived on November 21st, I guess that still makes me pretty new," she said.

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"Two weeks?" John gasped, then proceeded to merrily vault himself over any and all social boundaries Dr. Lam might have wanted to maintain. "Haven't woken up a man, in somebody's body, been gnawed on by a dinosaur....you're an island virgin."

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"...ah," was all that came out first as she sorted through the mental images his words seemed to demand. Her lips thinned slightly, but her eyes had that wide, startled look lurking in them. She took a breath. "Nope. I haven't woken up a man, or in a different body, and I haven't seen, much less been...gnawed on...by a," she frowned, "dinosaur. I'd prefer to avoid the dinosaur bit if that can be helped."

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"They mostly come out at night," said John. "Mostly." He stared with great intensity for a long moment before breaking it with a shrug. "And they stay inside dino territory. They got out once when the power for the electric fence failed, but the ZPM's taking care of that now."

He smiled, not having wanted to actually worry her. "Chances of seeing one without trying to are pretty damn slim."

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"Well," she said after a moment of deliberation, "that's good then. As long as I'm not going to be waking up with a dinosaur in my face, I think I can handle that." Truthfully, it made her want a shotgun under her pillow, fully loaded...still, but too bad. Lam suddenly wondered if she could kill a dino with a bow and arrow. "If the ZPM's powering that fence, I'm pretty sure we're safe."

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Assuming, of course, that the island didn't pick her up and drop her into dino territory like it had him, but John decided he'd terrorized her enough for one afternoon.

"You know ZPMs?" he asked. "That mean you know Shep and Daniel and that whole crew?"

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"I'm part of their support network, you could say," she said quietly, settling cross-legged on the table. Lam wasn't giving away any sort of prize information and she had no idea who knew what, so...that confirmation would have to do. She offered something of a wry smile. "ZPMs are pretty reliable."

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"So are you a doctor of doctoring, then?" John asked. "You patch'em up when they go and get themselves shot at by Goa'uld and whatnot? Or are you a doctor like Daniel?"

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"I'm a medical doctor, yes. Worked for the CDC before I was with," she gestured lightly, "with them. There is a surprising amount of trouble they get into. I think I know nearly every scar, bump and bruise they've gotten."

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"S'kinky," said John. He leaned back against the wall, folding onesie after onesie into his lap for safe keeping. "Once this thing gets on a roll, best just to let it wear itself out," he explained. "Gives even your boy Shep some fugly shirts."

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"Sheppard probably uses them as rags," she said, eyebrows arched as she ignored the kinky comment. "Or to torment McKay. They probably have man-eating lemons on them or something."

Lam sighed and got to her feet to inspect the box.

"I came for a sweater," she said quietly. "Nothing fancy. Just, you know, a sweater. It's too cold in the Compound." She wasn't sure how it worked, but she figured that a request would be...nice. And then, of course she waited . It gave her nothing when she stared at it and shen she turned to ask John, a thick blood red sweater hit her in the face.

Oh..

She stood there for a long moment with the sweater dangling off her head and a slightly annoyed pout just beginning to form. Lam pointed to it very seriously.

"Does it have issues with indigestion?"