General George S. Hammond was sitting at his desk in the SGC, deep within the Cheyenne Mountains. He didn't like to be strong-armed into doing things, so being forced to bring this British man to his base was annoying. However, he couldn't deny that having this person under his command would be an incredible asset. He gave an audible hum as he stared down at the file, scratching his bald head while trying to figure out where he should place him.
Three hours later, it had been decided, and Colonel Jack O'Neill entered Major Samantha Carter's lab, where he found the rest of his team waiting for him, consisting of Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c. O'Neill was reading the file in his hand with a look of resignation on his face.
"So, I'm guessing you've all heard that we'll be getting a new team member?" O'Neill said, getting nods from his team. "Apparently, this guy's pretty young, but smart as hell. He's Britain's leading expert on the Stargate, which doesn't exactly say much, but they've strong-armed Hammond into letting him come here."
"How young?" Daniel asked curiously.
"Says here he's no older than twenty," O'Neill said, reading the file. "Yet he's an M.D., he's got Ph.D's in Physics, Astrophysics, Chemistry, Biology, the works..." He looked up at the others, looking a bit confused. "How the hell can he have so many degrees, and be only twenty years old? I mean, it'd take longer to get so much as an M.D., wouldn't it?"
"Could his file have been faked?" Carter suggested.
"Doubtful," O'Neill said as he shook his head. "Oh, listen to this, his personality profile... 'Although he displays incredibly sadistic, hedonistic, and immoral traits, his genius is unparalleled. He is on a constant search for knowledge and understanding, and as such sees everything in existence, including himself, as research material. He also seems to have developed a surgical addiction in his quest for knowledge, having operated on himself in order to research the human body. Taking joy in the intimidation of others, he has left his stitches in.' It goes on like this for a while. The guy's a nutcase..."
"Can I see that, sir?" Carter asked, holding out her hand. O'Neill nodded and handed the file over to the Major, who took it and looked it over, her eyes landing on the accompanying picture.
The person in the picture looked, quite frankly, very intimidating. He had wild, raven black hair, droopy-looking, green eyes behind a pair of glasses, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, which was curved into a somewhat sadistic smirk, and he had stitching going across his face. His hand was holding onto an almost comically large, screw-like bolt that was sticking through his head. Seeing the picture, her eyes widened.
"Hey, this is Harry Potter!"
"Who?" Daniel asked, blinking.
"I am unfamiliar with that name," Teal'c added, sounding curious. Well, as curious as Teal'c could sound, anyway.
"This guy is supposed to be the smartest person of his generation," Carter explained, looking a bit excited as she looked up at her teammates. "He wrote a paper at seventeen on wormhole physics that I couldn't even dream of coming up with. He's been working with the British government on some top-secret project. I can only guess that it was the Stargate. And the fact that he's so good at it, even without having had an actual Stargate to study, should say a lot about him. He even invented a device that will stave off deterioration of his brain, keeping it in pristine condition until the day he dies."
"Well, that won't really mean squat if he'll try to cut us open in our sleep on his..." O'Neill started, then leaned over to look at the file again. "...constant search for knowledge."
"I don't think we have to worry about that, sir," Carter said, shaking her head. "I mean, he's bound to have found out all he can about the human body by now. I think he'd be more interested in what's out there."
