AN: Just a little escape from reality for a moment, hope you enjoy...
SUMMARY: Jack has a request for General Hammond, but what has him so excited. K rated fluff. Jack/Hammond and just a little Walter. Humour/Friendship.
THE GIFT OF GIVING
Jack bounced in front of the polished wooden desk. "I don't care how much it costs General, just send it to them. Hell I'll even pay for it myself."
"You would pay for the shipment yourself?" Hammond asked incredulously his eyebrows creasing his forehead as he did the sums. The number was not small.
Jack just looked at him, his face set. Why was this request such an issue? "If I have to." he stated defiantly and pulled off his cap. He hadn't even realised he was still wearing it. They had just came back through the 'gate and determined that his idea should be followed through he had dumped his pack at the feet of his confused team and charged up the steps into his superiors office. He had not even remembered to knock the door and now his CO was seemingly annoyed with his behaviour. The last twenty-four hours had seen him flying very close to the wind and this latest action probably didn't help but he had promised. They had been delighted, overjoyed in fact. "I promised them, Sir." he told him earnestly. Now that his elation was wearing off he was feeling a little foolish. "I promised her." he said a little quieter.
Hammond looked his 2IC up and down. The man, though suddenly a little sheepish still had that look of determination that meant no matter what argument he put up Jack O'Neill was going to get his own way. "Fine Colonel." he sighed. "I'll get Walter to organise a shipment to go through straight away."
Jack knocked one fist on top of the other. "Thank you so much General, this will mean a lot to them." He turned to leave hurriedly but stopped short in the doorway. "It means a lot to me too, Sir." His face flushed at the sudden and unexpected rush of honest. What in hell had possessed him to say that?
Major General Hammond smiled to himself as his most troublesome but somehow still his most reliable officer's footsteps disappeared into the distance. Hell the man was a pain but a damned good one to have about. He sighed and set about putting things in motion.
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Walter was sitting at his desk, just after finishing the standard post-activation diagnostic when his phone rang. "General Hammond, Sir...yes Sir, a relief package." He picked up his pen but stopped when he heard the man in charge's words. "Say again Sir?" he looked round at the other tech on duty who simply frowned at his surprised expression. "Ah...okay General I'll get that organised straight away Sir." He was about to hang up but changed his mind. "General Hammond Sir, just to clarify. You want me to send a whole pallet of...art supplies...to Orban?"
"That's correct Walter." the voice on the other end told him "To Merrin and her friends, courtesy of Colonel Jack O'Neill."
END
AN: Hope you enjoyed that little piece of fluff. Thoughts welcome.