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Jack could handle a lot.
His military training hadn't been a cakewalk. He'd spent a good chunk of his life in the air, breaking velocities other men could only dream about on the best of days. He'd zipped across the galaxy, making the impossible possible. Hell, he'd been tortured, even killed, and bounced back stronger than ever.
Jack could handle a lot. But...
"Teal'c. That's it. I'm not going on those damn teacups anymore." He clutched the railing leading to the ride, ungrateful memories of the times he'd balked with Charlie and Sara entering his mind.
Teal'c smiled. It was a cruel, vicious smile. "Are you unable to continue, O'Neill?"
"Fifty," Jack reminded him. "Fifty times is not normal."
"Then perhaps you are not strong enough."
Jack scowled at him. "One. Just one more. And then we are so out of here."
Teal'c smiled again. It was a cruel, victorious smile.
Dammit. Jack could handle a lot. But he also knew how to spin.
"You know who would love this ride?" Jack asked, following Teal'c onto the platform. "I hear Carter and Daniel..."
THE END