The sound of someone knocking on his door roused him out of his thoughts. Come in, he yelled. Mrs Landingham entered the Oval office.

Mr. President, Colonel O'Neill is here with his team.

Ah, yes. Send them in please. I'd like no disruptions in this meeting. If there's something urgent send Leo in.

Yes Sir. Mrs. Landingham returned to her office.

You can go in now Colonel O'Neill. Jack acknowledged by a nod of his head as he and SG-1 entered the Oval.

Colonel O'Neill, it's good to meet you at least. The President said extending his hand.

Thank you Sir. This is...

Captain Samantha Carter, Sir.

Doctor Daniel Jackson

...and this is...Murray. President Bartlett shook hands with each of them as they introduced themselves until he reached Tealc. The man introduced to him as Murray did not reach out his hand but merely bowed his head towards the President. Bartlett tilted his head towards him in return. He then motioned to the lounge area as he moved to take a seat. SG1 followed suit.

I've enjoyed reading your reports Colonel, they're fascinating.

Permission to speak freely Sir?

Sure! Go ahead.

I'm glad someone enjoys reading them just as much as I hate writing them.

Colonel! Sam scolded him. President Bartlett chuckled as knew he was in for a treat just from watching this little interaction.

Knock it off Carter. So, whatcha wanna know Sir?

Well, I wanted to thank you all, especially Murray for his quick responses and courage shown during the foothold situation.

Thank you Sir, but my responses were not courageous.

Awe, T, if it weren't for you we'd all still be strung up in the gate room.

Indeed. President Bartlett chuckled again. He'd read from his reports that it was Murray's favourite word.

Mr. President is there anything you'd like to discuss. Daniel Jackson asked. He felt like he was being over-looked, somewhat.

As a matter of fact, there is Doctor Jackson. I read from these reports that you speak 23 languages. Is that correct? Daniel blushed.

Yes Sir.

Well, what are they?

English, French, Russian, German, a few ancient dialects, Ba-tok... Daniel started to trail off, as he realised that most of the other languages were only spoken off-world.

Well, that is a few. We're having the State Dinner next week; I'd like you to join me.

Ah, as an interpreter?

Yeah, but I think you guys need to enjoy yourselves a bit.

I must decline your offer Mr. President. I am sure I would not feel comfortable at such an occasion.

Come on T, it'll be fun.

No, I think we should let him visit his family, Sir. Carter came to Tealc's defensive sensing his concern.

Really? Think of all the salmon.

Colonel! Think about it! Carter's sharp response while pointing to her forehead, finally made it clip in Jack's mind.

Ah... yeah, I gotcha. Yeah, Carter, that sounds like a great idea. T hasn't seen his family in a while Mr. President.

How long?

It has been many moons Mr. President.

Well then, you better be getting back to your family then Murray. The rest of you are welcome to stay in the Residence.

Thank you Sir. We better be getting back. All those damn reports to write don't write themselves. We'd rather accompany Murray back to meet up with his family, although we'll be back. Jack replied grinning at the President. President Bartlett rose to his feet as did SG1.

Thank you for coming, I appreciate your time.

Not a problem Sir. We look forward to the State Dinner. They all shook hands again; Tealc and the President nodding to one another.

As SG1 left the Oval office, President Bartlett walked towards his desk and sat down. Thinking over the short introduction he just had, he chuckled at the similarities he'd just witnessed between the Colonel and Captain, just as he'd seen between Leo and Margaret, and Josh and Donna.