A/N: This ones for Bren. It's the best I can do ;)
General O'Neill materialized in front of them. The general and…
It wasn't until they broke off their kiss to come up for air that Colonel Young got a good look at the woman in the general's arms. The hot blonde who looked suspiciously like…
"I said five minutes Walter… Not one. Not two… Five."
The aide looked neither surprised nor apologetic. "Yes, sir. I told them five."
Still glaring, O'Neill continued, "And why…"
Walter started to shrug but the woman spoke first. "Our transponders must have been close enough their signals merged."
Damn. He'd been right.
Way to go, O'Neill.