Thanks if you've persevered this long! I swear this is the last non-
excitement chapter!
******* Jack smoothly entered the briefing room; he could see Sam with one hand on her face trying to cover up her blushing spell, and the other hand trying to pull down her skirt. Jack gave her a teasing look, her eyes dropped to his legs. Jack winced and hurried to his chair.
Daniel entered in shortly after, still in the robot. or brave little toaster costume. He sat as far away from Jack as possible.
"Right then, Colonel", sounded the General. Jack bit his lip; he looked around the room for a distraction. How could he take the scarecrow from the wizard of Oz seriously, let alone as a figure of authority? Hammond noticed O'Neill's face expand with a boyish grin; even Sam was having trouble looking in the general's direction.
"Colonel, if I may start!" Sam turned her face into a scowl and looked disapprovingly at the Colonel to try and shift the attention from the length of her tight green dress.
"Now I have called you here urgently." began the large old scarecrow.
"Because the GDO we sent out to PX4 579 has showed. well I won't explain it." the lights flickered off and all attention was directed to the screen at the head of the room.
"I'll show you," the general whispered, pointing a silvery remote to the screen. Instantly, a set of pictures, accompanied by a film in the right hand corner, and a net in the left set the company in aw. Daniel lifted up his glasses, unable to believe what he was looking at. His tin amour rattled as he did so. All focus seemed to drop from the room to this picture. The GDO was showing pictures of a chamber inside a gigantic tower. The tower was spiral bound and was made purely of hazel brown stone. But that wasn't the aspect that sucked the drama out of the room and the breath from Daniels lungs- it was the carvings on the wall. They were beautiful and elegant like the writings of no other race in existence. The words twisted together like thin vines. The tower was no wider than the briefing room and the flight of stairs lining the room upwards. oh my god.thought Daniel. "On for crying out loud!" screeched the colonel turning away "Won't * someone * flick off the Disney channel?" He faced the dull walls at the foot of the room, his back to the images. "It-it- it's- it. it's real, Jack" stuttered Daniel to the grump Colonels back. "What you seeing is the image from about half way up the tower. Which as you all can see is roughly 100 meters or so" enlightened the general "There's a large pine. well pine looking door at the top, with a star carved into it and similar writings" "Sir" Jack snapped irritably as he turned back "You can't seriously believe that stone steps can hover in mid air- no can you?" "The GDO is resting on one now Jack" Jack inspected the tower closer. It couldn't, it's impossible. At that thought the writings began to shimmer silver and a voice soothed his ears. He had no idea what the voice had said but it sounded like poetry. His eyes fell to the table, the voice kept whispering something. he couldn't hear what it was. he could get it out of his head.
Sam glanced across the table armed with a smirk wondering why Jack had given his mouth a rest. She looked slyly and saw his head almost slamming into the table. He looked like he'd just sucked on a lemon. she turned back. It was about time he experienced a hangover. She could hear a groan coming from him. She grinned extensively. until he moaned with even more pain. more pain than before. "Err. Sammmmmm." mumbled Daniel nervously putting his arm on her fire side and nudging her. It was Teal'c who eventually shuffled over to him (still unfamiliar with the concept "morning after the night before") and rested a confide hand on his should, "O'Neill?" Jack eyes sprang open and his body loosened. He gazed into Teal'cs' dark eyes. He was panting and lost for breath. His eyes darted the room, looking for the cause of his sudden loss of mental capacity. Teal'c glanced at his shivering friend, "Are you feeling ok, O'Neill?"
Jacks heart sprang into his throat, he was so strung a pin drop would have had the same effect.
"Yeah" he said. The writings on the picture were fading. He looked upon them with a great need in his chocolate eyes.
"General?" he swirled to face the large man and coughed for attention
"Are you ok, Colonel O'Neill?" he narrowed his eyes whilst he spoke- as if he was demanding the whole truth
"Yes, sir" lied Jack anyway
"Well since that settled. You will head out in one hour to study the planet and it's. culture"
"GENERAL!" protested O'Neill, sending his chair noisily back as he got up
"Yes, Colonel" he replied firmly, not as a friend but as a higher ranking officer
"We can't go there"
Jack was now testing his patience and all view was resting on the slim man in tights
"Why not, can I ask?"
"Err,." he mumbled, before striking and idea.
His eyes lit up, "It's too damn late and it's probably an optical illusion"
"But Jack!" sounded Daniel from below him. Jack looked at the begging in Daniels eyes. He was looking up at the Colonel like a small child who was on the brink of having his dream banished. But it wasn't up to Jack.
The General crossed the floor to face O'Neill, his shoes clumped heavier with every step.
"Your going O'Neill, do I make myself clear?"
Jack opened his trap for another round of slanging
"Or I'll hold you in contempt for disobeying a * direct * ORDER!" fumed the General. Jack felt extremely down sized. He grabbed his cold tumbled chair and sat down diminished. He couldn't bear to view the looks on everyone else's faces.
The general attempted to calm the note in his voice,
"My orders are to have you explore every beneficial planet. If these people can levitate objects and write in a style earlier than that used by the nox." Jack would have grunted, but he wanted his head to remain on his shoulders.
". Maybe this race will have technology to fight off the Goa'uld" Dr Jackson's heart sang silently. Jack thought smoke was going to pour out form his ears. The usual words, Oh for crying out loud, were swimming about in his head.
The general stood still, anticipating further protest.
But there was none to be had. When he saw that everyone understood him, he dismissed everyone.
As Jack reached to doorframe, the general stopped him.
"As punishment for falling a sleep in my office, and attempting to defy me, your punishment. for our amusement." The old general felt a smile play on his lips. Jack shuddered to think about the next line.
"You must wear that. dreadful Robin Hood outfit for your embarkation. You may pack your uniform, but you may only don it when you are off world. Ok"
Jack nodded, silently ashamed and feeling like he shouldn't have entered that damn card game and lost the bet in the first place.
From outside, Carter was giggling like a schoolgirl.
************ Any reviews would be nice, so I know I'm not talking to myself!
Bad reviews of sin will be met with a grin. I'll be re-paid for them in my next life (
******* Jack smoothly entered the briefing room; he could see Sam with one hand on her face trying to cover up her blushing spell, and the other hand trying to pull down her skirt. Jack gave her a teasing look, her eyes dropped to his legs. Jack winced and hurried to his chair.
Daniel entered in shortly after, still in the robot. or brave little toaster costume. He sat as far away from Jack as possible.
"Right then, Colonel", sounded the General. Jack bit his lip; he looked around the room for a distraction. How could he take the scarecrow from the wizard of Oz seriously, let alone as a figure of authority? Hammond noticed O'Neill's face expand with a boyish grin; even Sam was having trouble looking in the general's direction.
"Colonel, if I may start!" Sam turned her face into a scowl and looked disapprovingly at the Colonel to try and shift the attention from the length of her tight green dress.
"Now I have called you here urgently." began the large old scarecrow.
"Because the GDO we sent out to PX4 579 has showed. well I won't explain it." the lights flickered off and all attention was directed to the screen at the head of the room.
"I'll show you," the general whispered, pointing a silvery remote to the screen. Instantly, a set of pictures, accompanied by a film in the right hand corner, and a net in the left set the company in aw. Daniel lifted up his glasses, unable to believe what he was looking at. His tin amour rattled as he did so. All focus seemed to drop from the room to this picture. The GDO was showing pictures of a chamber inside a gigantic tower. The tower was spiral bound and was made purely of hazel brown stone. But that wasn't the aspect that sucked the drama out of the room and the breath from Daniels lungs- it was the carvings on the wall. They were beautiful and elegant like the writings of no other race in existence. The words twisted together like thin vines. The tower was no wider than the briefing room and the flight of stairs lining the room upwards. oh my god.thought Daniel. "On for crying out loud!" screeched the colonel turning away "Won't * someone * flick off the Disney channel?" He faced the dull walls at the foot of the room, his back to the images. "It-it- it's- it. it's real, Jack" stuttered Daniel to the grump Colonels back. "What you seeing is the image from about half way up the tower. Which as you all can see is roughly 100 meters or so" enlightened the general "There's a large pine. well pine looking door at the top, with a star carved into it and similar writings" "Sir" Jack snapped irritably as he turned back "You can't seriously believe that stone steps can hover in mid air- no can you?" "The GDO is resting on one now Jack" Jack inspected the tower closer. It couldn't, it's impossible. At that thought the writings began to shimmer silver and a voice soothed his ears. He had no idea what the voice had said but it sounded like poetry. His eyes fell to the table, the voice kept whispering something. he couldn't hear what it was. he could get it out of his head.
Sam glanced across the table armed with a smirk wondering why Jack had given his mouth a rest. She looked slyly and saw his head almost slamming into the table. He looked like he'd just sucked on a lemon. she turned back. It was about time he experienced a hangover. She could hear a groan coming from him. She grinned extensively. until he moaned with even more pain. more pain than before. "Err. Sammmmmm." mumbled Daniel nervously putting his arm on her fire side and nudging her. It was Teal'c who eventually shuffled over to him (still unfamiliar with the concept "morning after the night before") and rested a confide hand on his should, "O'Neill?" Jack eyes sprang open and his body loosened. He gazed into Teal'cs' dark eyes. He was panting and lost for breath. His eyes darted the room, looking for the cause of his sudden loss of mental capacity. Teal'c glanced at his shivering friend, "Are you feeling ok, O'Neill?"
Jacks heart sprang into his throat, he was so strung a pin drop would have had the same effect.
"Yeah" he said. The writings on the picture were fading. He looked upon them with a great need in his chocolate eyes.
"General?" he swirled to face the large man and coughed for attention
"Are you ok, Colonel O'Neill?" he narrowed his eyes whilst he spoke- as if he was demanding the whole truth
"Yes, sir" lied Jack anyway
"Well since that settled. You will head out in one hour to study the planet and it's. culture"
"GENERAL!" protested O'Neill, sending his chair noisily back as he got up
"Yes, Colonel" he replied firmly, not as a friend but as a higher ranking officer
"We can't go there"
Jack was now testing his patience and all view was resting on the slim man in tights
"Why not, can I ask?"
"Err,." he mumbled, before striking and idea.
His eyes lit up, "It's too damn late and it's probably an optical illusion"
"But Jack!" sounded Daniel from below him. Jack looked at the begging in Daniels eyes. He was looking up at the Colonel like a small child who was on the brink of having his dream banished. But it wasn't up to Jack.
The General crossed the floor to face O'Neill, his shoes clumped heavier with every step.
"Your going O'Neill, do I make myself clear?"
Jack opened his trap for another round of slanging
"Or I'll hold you in contempt for disobeying a * direct * ORDER!" fumed the General. Jack felt extremely down sized. He grabbed his cold tumbled chair and sat down diminished. He couldn't bear to view the looks on everyone else's faces.
The general attempted to calm the note in his voice,
"My orders are to have you explore every beneficial planet. If these people can levitate objects and write in a style earlier than that used by the nox." Jack would have grunted, but he wanted his head to remain on his shoulders.
". Maybe this race will have technology to fight off the Goa'uld" Dr Jackson's heart sang silently. Jack thought smoke was going to pour out form his ears. The usual words, Oh for crying out loud, were swimming about in his head.
The general stood still, anticipating further protest.
But there was none to be had. When he saw that everyone understood him, he dismissed everyone.
As Jack reached to doorframe, the general stopped him.
"As punishment for falling a sleep in my office, and attempting to defy me, your punishment. for our amusement." The old general felt a smile play on his lips. Jack shuddered to think about the next line.
"You must wear that. dreadful Robin Hood outfit for your embarkation. You may pack your uniform, but you may only don it when you are off world. Ok"
Jack nodded, silently ashamed and feeling like he shouldn't have entered that damn card game and lost the bet in the first place.
From outside, Carter was giggling like a schoolgirl.
************ Any reviews would be nice, so I know I'm not talking to myself!
Bad reviews of sin will be met with a grin. I'll be re-paid for them in my next life (