Author's note: Hi everyone! I'm back! I am very, very, very, very, very, sorry with how long this took. It was an accumulation of schoolwork, family tragedies and a move that interfered. (Plus the Muse hates me! ) So anyway, without much ado. Here's chapter two! Oh yeah… I don't own anything Stargate SG-1 related (no matter how much I want to.) And I don't own milk. (Don't have any either.)
Coffee and Disembodied Voices Chapter 2: Paper Fort?
Jack O'Neill sat in his newly found office; he had just wandered into it. It was empty of people and filled with papers, and was building a paper fort, he already had one wall built and was starting on the second.
"Teal'c! Buddy!" He yelled out the door, spotting the Jaffa walking past the door. Teal'c came in.
"You require my assistance O'Neill?"
"Come on in! Sit down! You will now be taught a wonderful human tradition, the art of the paper fort!"
"You are quite certain this is allowed O'Neill?"
"Oh, sure! Its just an empty office, besides I run the base!"
Teal'c inclined his head and took a seat beside the grinning Brigadier General, who handed him a stack of papers and a plastic baggie full of rubber bands.
"Ok, grab a stack or papers, tie them together with the rubber bands and then put it on the wall to build it! It needs to be just as high as the other one. Got it?"
"Is it not 'Got Milk' O'Neill?"
"Just work Teal'c."
The two got to work
About three hours and three walls later, the pair was standing in the middle of a paper room.
"It looks great!" Jack was ecstatic. "Look at it! All this paper put to good use for a change!"
"Indeed O'Neill, however, I see a problem."
"A problem? Nooooooo. How could there be a problem with this?"
"How are we to make our departure?"
O'Neill paused, thinking.
"Oh…um…we'll make a little hole and we can crawl through!"
"Would it not be easier to take away one wall O'Neill?"
Jack looked at the Jaffa had grown three extra heads.
"No! The fort is perfect! Tearing it down would be bad! Very…bad!"
Teal'c said nothing, then…
"O'Neill-"
"NO!"
"I-"
"Nuh uh!"
"When-"
"Never."
"However-"
"Not happening!"
"If-"
"The walls aren't coming down!"
Suddenly there was a joyful laughing somewhere in the room. Jack turned around and around looking for the source of the noise, while Teal'c merely cocked his eyebrow. Not finding anything, Jack turned to Teal'c.
"You're sure you can't talk out of one side of your mouth like a puppeteer can you?"
"What is a puppeteer O'Neill?"
"… I'll take that as a no." Jack turned and faced the open air.
"Um. Hi! I'm Jack O'Neill, this is Teal'c…"
The laughing stopped.
"Um, hello?"
"Is there anyone there?" Teal'c added.
There was a gust of wind and the wall nearest the office door collapsed, cascading papers their feet and floated in the air.
"My wall!" Jack cried.
"Did that not seem odd O'Neill?" Teal'c questioned.
"Well yeah that was odd, I built that wall really well-"
"The laughing voice O'Neill."
"That! Oh…yeah that was plain weird."
"Should we tell someone?"
"Nah…they'll probably tell us to get our heads checked. It's probably just a practical joke. Besides, whoever we tell will want to know what we were doing in here."
"Indeed, a form of amusement."
There was a slight pause.
"You know what we need? Pie. Lets go get some pie." Jack quickly changed the subject, trying not to hint that he was slightly spooked, clapped Teal'c on the shoulder and let the way out.
Teal'c paused for a moment, looking about the room, then followed.
End Chapter Two
Author's footnote: I've already written the third and fourth chapters so you don't have to wait as long as time! Read and review! Please… pretty please……
