SG teams were traditionally teams of four, no more and no less. That was tradition, and General Jack O'Neill liked tradition. Regulations? Not so much. Clichés? Never. But, tradition was different. It was, well, traditional. Sure, it could be argued that it had been himself, and not Landry, who had actually broken said tradition when he let Carter, Daniel, and Teal'c call themselves SG1 without benefit of the fourth member, but that was different. He always considered himself a defacto-member of the team, always happy to take a jaunt through the old orifice if the need arose. But, this new five man team traipsing through the galaxy was not his fault. This was all on Landry.
Well, it could be argued that this whole debacle was Mitchell's fault or Daniel and Vala's for awakening the Ori to our presence and bringing Sam, um, Carter, back to the danger zone. He really liked having her safe and sound in Nevada. And, he really, really liked all those long weekends she'd spend in D.C. There were none of those now. Nope, he hadn't seen his wife in months, but that was about to change.
SG1 had finally, after years of searching, made contact with the furlings. And, much to Jack's disappointment, they did not resemble little Ewoks. Now, Jack was needed to make a little trip to P3X-something-something for a little meet and greet and hopefully an alliance against the Ori. Since all of SG1 would be going along for the ride, even though Jack had suggested giving Mitchell and Vala the time off, SG1 was going to temporarily be a six man team. Six? What do you do with an SG team that large?
Well, if Sam was correct in her thinking, you bring the egg rolls. So, Jack stopped off at their favorite Chinese place as soon as he arrived in the Springs and had egg rolls waiting when the team arrived for team night. These furlings better be worth him sharing his wife on their first night together in months.
This might be a one shot. That was my intention, but I might be tempted to continue it with a furlings adventure.