Chapter 8:
Jack walked into the mess hall, scanning the room for familiar faces.
"Sir!"
Carter called out.
"Over here!"
She was sitting at a table with Janet and Teal'c, all dressed smartly, the officers were dressed in their blue dress and Teal'c was dressed smartly. Jack slipped in beside Sam. He greeted her with a loving smile, which she returned and then he smiled amiably at the others.
"You look refreshed."
Doctor Janet Fraiser commented, looking at the freshly showered Colonel.
"Um,"
He tapped the table with his restless fingers.
"Yes actually."
He looked up at her from his slouched position.
"Much better."
He straightened up, sighing then promptly sprawled his arms out in front of him, resting his chin on the table.
"What's the matter?"
Sam asked, leaning down to look at him. Jack turned his head to face her; he smiled at her concerned expression and fought back a yawn. He reminded her of a small boy, just come home from school, very tired but wouldn't admit he was in hope of being able to stay up longer.
"Tired?"
She questioned. He reluctantly nodded his head, trying to hide another yawn with his forearm, failing to do so he sat up and stretched his arms out above and behind him.
"We gotta debrief Hammond in ten anyway, I'll get some sleep after that."
He decided, lowering his arms and folding him on the table, resting his head on top of them. Sam smiled sympathetically.
Jack walked into the mess hall, scanning the room for familiar faces.
"Sir!"
Carter called out.
"Over here!"
She was sitting at a table with Janet and Teal'c, all dressed smartly, the officers were dressed in their blue dress and Teal'c was dressed smartly. Jack slipped in beside Sam. He greeted her with a loving smile, which she returned and then he smiled amiably at the others.
"You look refreshed."
Doctor Janet Fraiser commented, looking at the freshly showered Colonel.
"Um,"
He tapped the table with his restless fingers.
"Yes actually."
He looked up at her from his slouched position.
"Much better."
He straightened up, sighing then promptly sprawled his arms out in front of him, resting his chin on the table.
"What's the matter?"
Sam asked, leaning down to look at him. Jack turned his head to face her; he smiled at her concerned expression and fought back a yawn. He reminded her of a small boy, just come home from school, very tired but wouldn't admit he was in hope of being able to stay up longer.
"Tired?"
She questioned. He reluctantly nodded his head, trying to hide another yawn with his forearm, failing to do so he sat up and stretched his arms out above and behind him.
"We gotta debrief Hammond in ten anyway, I'll get some sleep after that."
He decided, lowering his arms and folding him on the table, resting his head on top of them. Sam smiled sympathetically.