A/N: This is my first multi-chapter story, but I'm not done with the other chapters yet (though I'm fairly far along on the second one...), so you'll all have to wait like patient little people... like I know you all are (yeah, right!). Anyways, enjoy.
Major General Jack O'Neill was bored. Really, really, really bored. Being a Major General in the US Air Force running the Stargate Programme sure looked flashy on paper (at least to those who had clearance), but it could get seriously boring. Jack picked up the mission report on SG-17s mission to P3X-whatever for the gazillionth time and tried to read it. Somehow, they had managed to write a 15 page long report on a mission during which nothing happened to a planet with nothing on it. Jack wondered why they simply couldn't have written something along the lines off: 'There are a lot of trees, and nothing else. We walked around for a while and then went back home.' But no, they just had to write 15 pages. Of course, next time he needed to torture someone, Jack knew whom to turn to. After reading three pages of SG-17s reports, any man would volunteer any information.
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Jack couldn't take it. He tossed the report on his desk for the gazillionth and first time, and picked up the next paper in his pile. A requisition for more paperclips to the SGC. 'What the hell?' Jack thought. 'Why do I need to sign this?' He shrugged and signed it anyways. Next paper. Long report on the latest Gate malfunction. No way he was reading that. No one but Carter understood all of this. Heck, whoever had written this report probably didn't understand half of it. Jack sighed, tossed the report on top of the SG-17 report, leaned back, and started rolling his thumbs. He had three quarters of an hour to kill until he had to call the President.
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Jack pressed 4 on the speed dial and waited. And waited. Finally the President picked up. Wonder what took so long…
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Fifteen minutes later, a whole forty-five minutes before he was expecting to be done talking to the President, Jack was done talking to the President. 'Well, now maybe I can drag myself way through that damned SG-17 report,' Jack thought to himself.
Ten seconds later he threw the report on his desk for the gazillionth and second time, picked up the phone and hit 3 on the speed dial. He needed to have a word with Hank about SG-17.
'Landry.'
'Tell SG-17 that if they ever write another report like that again, I'll send them to the most distant, remote planet in the Galaxy.'
'So they can come back and write a report about it, Jack?' General Landry responded. Silence.
'Without a GDO,' Jack finally said.
'Heck, at least you didn't have to sit through an entire debriefing with them,' Landry said. Silence.
'There's that,' Jack admitted. 'Just, next time, tell them to keep it short and sweet.
'Will do, Jack. Now, what can I do for you?' Landry asked.
'Not much. When's Daniel due to leave with SG-21?'
'In about… thirty minutes.'
'OK, talk to you later, Hank,' Jack said.
'Have fun in DC.'
'Funny.'
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Jack hit 2 on the speed dial and waited for someone on the other end of the line to pick up. 'Jackson,' the reply finally came.
'Spacemonkey!' Jack exclaimed. 'Off to explore the Galaxy without me?'
'Hi Jack. And yes, I am. I need to go gear up now, if you don't mind.'
'What, you don't wanna entertain bored ol' me?' Jack asked with mock hurt in his voice.
'No.'
'I'm hurt, Daniel.'
'I'm sure you are. Bye Jack.'
'Bye Daniel. Try not to die, please.'
'I'll do my best,' Daniel said, hanging up the phone. Jack let out a sigh. Now what? It was only 11 o'clock and he was bored silly.
There was, of course, always number 1 on his speed dial, but as he reached for it, he hesitated for a second, and instead decided to force his way through SG-17s report.
To, of course, be continue.