Colonel O'Neill arrives at seven, SG-1's default time for evening meetings
and get-togethers. In fact, he's a little early.
I open the door and welcome him in. He takes off his jacket and follows me into the living room.
"So, when's this star due?" he asks me.
"Actually, sir, it's not a star, it's a-"
"Ah-ah!" he says quickly, holding up his hand. "No science, Carter! Just answer the question."
I laugh.
"In about 19 minutes, sir." I begin into the kitchen. "The usual?" I ask.
"Yup," Jack replied. I take two cans of beer from the fridge. He enters the kitchen and I hand him a can.
"Now," I say, "we have a choice."
"Oh?"
"The upstairs room with the scientific stuff and the telescope" - he groans - "or, outside, on the lawn, in the fresh night air."
"Outside," he says quickly.
"Alright," I grin.
I lead the way outside into the garden.
"Nice view you got here," the Colonel says as we sit down on the grass. "Nice grass, too."
"Uhuh," I agree, taking a swig of beer. We sit, and wait for the shooting star.
I open the door and welcome him in. He takes off his jacket and follows me into the living room.
"So, when's this star due?" he asks me.
"Actually, sir, it's not a star, it's a-"
"Ah-ah!" he says quickly, holding up his hand. "No science, Carter! Just answer the question."
I laugh.
"In about 19 minutes, sir." I begin into the kitchen. "The usual?" I ask.
"Yup," Jack replied. I take two cans of beer from the fridge. He enters the kitchen and I hand him a can.
"Now," I say, "we have a choice."
"Oh?"
"The upstairs room with the scientific stuff and the telescope" - he groans - "or, outside, on the lawn, in the fresh night air."
"Outside," he says quickly.
"Alright," I grin.
I lead the way outside into the garden.
"Nice view you got here," the Colonel says as we sit down on the grass. "Nice grass, too."
"Uhuh," I agree, taking a swig of beer. We sit, and wait for the shooting star.