"Teal'c my man just who I was looking for." Jack said as he saw him coming
out of his room.
"How may I assist you O'Neill?"
"Do you know anything about apologising to women? Or spying on Generals?"
"To which women or General are you referring?" Teal'c asked.
"Can we take this inside?"
"As you wish." He bowed his head and opened the door and closed it when they both entered.
"The women is Major Carter and the General is Hammond."
"Why would you wish to spy on General Hammond?" Teal'c asked logically.
"I need to know what type of cake he likes."
"Would it not be wise to ask the people who work in the commissary which cake he has a preference to?"
"Never thought of that, good idea Teal'c. Any ideas on apologising to Carter?"
"For what are you apologising O'Neill?"
"For be me and not appreciating all the work she does here." He picked something up and began fiddling with it.
"On this planet is it not the military policy to reward people with medals?"
"But how does that wor. You just gave me an idea thanks Teal'c."
"You're welcome O'Neill"
~ ~ ~
"Come in Colonel," Hammond said as he saw Jack waiting in his doorway. "How's the paperwork going?"
"Its all complete, I have something else I would like to discuss with you and it may involve a call to the President."
"You'd better sit down then Jack. What is it you'd like to discuss?"
"General, it's about Major Carter." He handed him a report.
"What's this?" Hammond said looking at the neatly type folder.
"Evidence sir. It's all collated and in chronological order."
"Jack are you feeling okay?" Hammond asked, usually getting Jack to do any paperwork was a miracle but to actually have a folder which was organised and comprehensive report on something that wasn't assigned to him was a miracle.
"I'm fine sir, if you'd read the last page you'd see my recommendation." Hammond turned to the last page of the folder and read the recommendation.
"You'd like me to recommend to the President that we create a new medal specifically for the SGC."
"Yes sir, they have created new medals for all the major battles, Desert Storm, Vietnam and I'd like recommend a set specifically for the SGC personnel as we are a front line base."
"I see, maybe you'd like to explain this." Hammond was interrupted by a knock on the door, "Come." He closed the folder in front of him.
"Sorry, General am I interrupting?" Sam asked.
"It's nothing important Major, what have you found?" Hammond asked.
"General, the tests show the atmosphere is slowly becoming more toxic as time goes by, I'd recommend that the mission be scrubbed completely."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes, sir, I can show you the test results. I'll write an official report General but at this time that would be my recommendation."
"Inform Teal'c and Dr Jackson that SG-1 are on stand down until your next mission on Monday."
"Yes sir. With your permission I'll go and complete that report for you sir."
"Dismissed Major."
"General, Colonel." With that Sam left and closed the door.
"Now back to this recommendation."
"General, I think this a necessary measure and should be recommended to the President."
"Before Major Carter interrupted us I was going to say maybe you should recommend this to the President yourself, you still have an open invitation to the White House and I'll call ahead and have a meeting set up for you. You have time now as you're on downtime so I'd go and suggest you pack."
"You want me to make a recommendation to the President? Sir I'm not best person to speak diplomatically about anything."
"You seem to manage well enough and the Asgard felt that you were good enough to represent Earth at the protected planet treaty meeting. You'll do fine Colonel."
"Yes sir." Jack rose and headed to the door.
"Colonel." Jack turned. "You may need this." Hammond handed him the folder.
"Yes sir."
"Good luck Jack."
~ ~ ~
"Sam, I think I need your help." Daniel said walking into her lab with a pill of folders.
"As long as it's not got to do with Colonel O'Neill sure sit down." She said typing away at the her computer.
"He's not here anyway, since we're on downtime he's gone off for a few days."
"Just typical Jack O'Neill, can't get out of the place quick enough." She said still typing try to sound even tempered but Daniel could detect the tone in her voice.
"Wow I thought Ferretti was lying when he said you were giving out death stare, Jack probably left so he didn't have to face your wrath while he figures out what he did to upset you."
"I'm not as angry with him as I was it just happened to be on a day where I started getting really bad PMS. So, what can I help you with?"
"This translation I've been doing it appears to be a lot of numbers, I think it's some kind of mathematical equation I thought you might take a look at it."
"Sure." She looked at the numbers Daniel had translated and tried to see if they matched any equation she knew. "So did he go fishing as usual?"
"I don't think so, He just came and said he was taking off for a few days and he would see us when he got back."
"Oh, can I keep these for a few hours I'd like to run the numbers through the computer see if it can pick up a pattern I'm not seeing."
"Sure, I'll finish translating the rest of the text and bring over as soon as I'm done."
"Thanks."
~ ~ ~
"Colonel O'Neill?" Some asked as soon as he had entered the White House.
"Yes sir." Jack automatically replied.
"I'm Thomas Hunt the President's personnel aid, the President is detained in a security briefing at the moment but if you come with me I'll show you where you can wait." Jack followed silently. "You can wait here, take a seat." Jack nodded and sat down, his hat under his arm. "Can I get you something to drink while you're waiting?"
"No thank you." Jack replied.
"He shouldn't be more than a few minutes." Jack nodded.
Jack waited patiently for twenty minutes before the security advisors left the Oval Office.
"Mr President, Colonel O'Neill is here." Jack heard Thomas tell the President.
"Send him in. I want no interrupts for an hour unless someone declares war on us." "Yes sir." Thomas exited the room.
"Colonel, you can go in now." Jack rose and walked into the office.
"Colonel O'Neill it's good to see you again. I trust things are going well."
"Yes sir."
"Please take a seat, I understand from General Hammond that you have a proposal to put forward."
"Yes sir."
"Well I only have an hour free in my schedule today, lets get started."
~ ~ ~
"Sam I've finished the translation, here are the last of the numbers."
"Thanks let me input them and see if it helps. Did any of the translation say what it was an equation for?"
"No, the only word that appears is equals and then the numbers four and two."
"Hang on did you say 42?" Sam swung round to look at him.
"Yes, why does it mean something to you?"
"Did you ever read 'A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?'" Sam asked.
"No." He shook his head.
"They made us read it when I was in High School. In the book someone ask what the meaning of life is a computer calculates that the meaning of life is 42."
"You're telling me that this equation proves a fictitious answer to a question man has been asking for all eternity."
"Daniel, half the people we deal with most of the world believes are fictitious or at least at the widest realms of science fiction."
"But you think this equation is the meaning of life?"
"Probably not, I was just saying, the computer hasn't come up with anything yet so I'll finish inputting the numbers and I should have some results for you by the morning."
"Thanks."
"Major Carter." General Hammond said walking into her lab.
"General Hammond sir, what can I do for you?" Sam asked jumping to her feet.
"The Air Force Academy would like you to give a lecture sometime this week, if you have the time."
"Yes sir, Thursday would be a good day sir."
"Very well I'll inform them. Have you had any luck with your translation Doctor Jackson?"
"I've finished it appears to be a mathematical equation, that why I asked Sam to help me the result seems to be 42."
"The meaning of life." Hammond nodded. Sam smiled.
"Has everyone read that book except me?" Daniel groaned.
"My daughter bought it for me as a joke when she found out I was going to run a base dealing with deep space radar telemetry. I finally got round to reading the time I had the flu." Daniel frowned.
"Don't worry Daniel I'm sure it's an equation for something else. We'll just have to figure what." Sam said reassuringly.
"I'll let you get back to it. If you find anything I'll be in my office." Hammond turned to leave.
"General." Sam said stopping him.
"Yes Major."
"Sir, do you know where Colonel O'Neill was planning on spending his down time; I need to apologise for something I did?" Sam said hesitantly.
"He's gone out of town for a few days to do something for me. He should be back by Friday I'm sure you can catch him then."
"Yes sir. Thank you."
"By the way do you know why Jack asked me to tell Cassie chocolate?" Daniel asked.
"Yes, don't worry I'll tell her."
~ ~ ~
"Well Jack that sounds like an interesting idea." The President said as he finished mulling over Jack's proposal. "Would you care to tell me how you came up with the suggestion?"
"Yes sir. I had a slight slip of the tongue sir and implied that the only reason that we needed Major Carter at the base was to think up situations to save to world."
"How is Major Carter? From all reports she's been doing an excellent job."
"She's fine sir, slight annoyed at me but she's fine." Jack replied. "The idea came about when someone reminded me of all the things that she does to keep the base running that we all take for granted. I looked her records and the her reports, Mr President I feel that she isn't getting enough recognition for all the work she does. I feel that by creating this medal and awarding it to her it would be a recognition of all the works she does for the base and the world."
"I see. Thomas." The President called out.
"Yes sir?" Thomas said opening the door.
"Find an hour in the schedule tomorrow and set up a meeting for me with Colonel O'Neill and General Ryan."
"Head of the Air Force General Ryan?" Thomas questioned.
"Yes, oh and the Chair of the Joint Chiefs."
"Yes sir, you have a briefing on the State of the Union speech with the senior staff in ten minutes."
"Thank you Thomas. Colonel if you go with Thomas he'll organise a time and we'll discuss this further."
"Yes sir, thank you."
~ ~ ~
"Sam, give up on that already." Daniel said coming into Sam's lab it was almost 2100. "We've got all week and I don't think that equation is going to tell us anything with the rest of the text gone it's never going to make any sense."
"There is something in this but I can't tell what." Sam murmured before furiously typing at the keyboard.
"Give it up, Teal'c and I are going out and getting drunk, well I'm going to get drunk Teal'c is going to supervise, are you coming?"
"Yeah. Let me switch this off them we can go and complain about something?"
"How unappreciative of our jobs Jack is?" He offered.
"I'm not angry with him Daniel, I was slightly annoyed this morning, like I said before he caught me on a bad day. I know he appreciates what we do, he just doesn't say it very often. It's a military thing you learn to close off emotions because of the atrocities you see. The Colonel seen a lot and with Charlie, he just closed off more. He seems to get more open then something bad happens to one of us and he closes off again it's the wall he deals with things. We just have to deal with because he's our friend and my CO."
"You've thought about this a lot haven't you?" Daniel said leaning against the wall.
"I learned to deal with military men locking their emotions away, when my Mom die dad closed off so it was just Mark and me, until I joined the Air Force which Mark still resents. You get used it, I think this morning I figured I could hide behind being professional but it wouldn't work. SG1 don't operate like that we work so well together because we're friends and we can predict what each other are thinking. I was being stupid thinking otherwise, besides Teal'c brought me some chocolate which definitely lifted my mood."
"You're saying Jack could have apologised by bringing you chocolate?"
"As my CO, he doesn't have to bring me anything, but as my friend chocolate is always a good way to apologise, despite the fact he did nothing wrong. I know I've got this being 'one of the boys' thing down, but I'm still a woman and it's proven that chocolate has a calming effect on women."
"I see useful thing to know. Do you think chocolate would work on Janet?"
"Daniel, a smile would work with Janet. Come on let's go and get drunk."
"How may I assist you O'Neill?"
"Do you know anything about apologising to women? Or spying on Generals?"
"To which women or General are you referring?" Teal'c asked.
"Can we take this inside?"
"As you wish." He bowed his head and opened the door and closed it when they both entered.
"The women is Major Carter and the General is Hammond."
"Why would you wish to spy on General Hammond?" Teal'c asked logically.
"I need to know what type of cake he likes."
"Would it not be wise to ask the people who work in the commissary which cake he has a preference to?"
"Never thought of that, good idea Teal'c. Any ideas on apologising to Carter?"
"For what are you apologising O'Neill?"
"For be me and not appreciating all the work she does here." He picked something up and began fiddling with it.
"On this planet is it not the military policy to reward people with medals?"
"But how does that wor. You just gave me an idea thanks Teal'c."
"You're welcome O'Neill"
~ ~ ~
"Come in Colonel," Hammond said as he saw Jack waiting in his doorway. "How's the paperwork going?"
"Its all complete, I have something else I would like to discuss with you and it may involve a call to the President."
"You'd better sit down then Jack. What is it you'd like to discuss?"
"General, it's about Major Carter." He handed him a report.
"What's this?" Hammond said looking at the neatly type folder.
"Evidence sir. It's all collated and in chronological order."
"Jack are you feeling okay?" Hammond asked, usually getting Jack to do any paperwork was a miracle but to actually have a folder which was organised and comprehensive report on something that wasn't assigned to him was a miracle.
"I'm fine sir, if you'd read the last page you'd see my recommendation." Hammond turned to the last page of the folder and read the recommendation.
"You'd like me to recommend to the President that we create a new medal specifically for the SGC."
"Yes sir, they have created new medals for all the major battles, Desert Storm, Vietnam and I'd like recommend a set specifically for the SGC personnel as we are a front line base."
"I see, maybe you'd like to explain this." Hammond was interrupted by a knock on the door, "Come." He closed the folder in front of him.
"Sorry, General am I interrupting?" Sam asked.
"It's nothing important Major, what have you found?" Hammond asked.
"General, the tests show the atmosphere is slowly becoming more toxic as time goes by, I'd recommend that the mission be scrubbed completely."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes, sir, I can show you the test results. I'll write an official report General but at this time that would be my recommendation."
"Inform Teal'c and Dr Jackson that SG-1 are on stand down until your next mission on Monday."
"Yes sir. With your permission I'll go and complete that report for you sir."
"Dismissed Major."
"General, Colonel." With that Sam left and closed the door.
"Now back to this recommendation."
"General, I think this a necessary measure and should be recommended to the President."
"Before Major Carter interrupted us I was going to say maybe you should recommend this to the President yourself, you still have an open invitation to the White House and I'll call ahead and have a meeting set up for you. You have time now as you're on downtime so I'd go and suggest you pack."
"You want me to make a recommendation to the President? Sir I'm not best person to speak diplomatically about anything."
"You seem to manage well enough and the Asgard felt that you were good enough to represent Earth at the protected planet treaty meeting. You'll do fine Colonel."
"Yes sir." Jack rose and headed to the door.
"Colonel." Jack turned. "You may need this." Hammond handed him the folder.
"Yes sir."
"Good luck Jack."
~ ~ ~
"Sam, I think I need your help." Daniel said walking into her lab with a pill of folders.
"As long as it's not got to do with Colonel O'Neill sure sit down." She said typing away at the her computer.
"He's not here anyway, since we're on downtime he's gone off for a few days."
"Just typical Jack O'Neill, can't get out of the place quick enough." She said still typing try to sound even tempered but Daniel could detect the tone in her voice.
"Wow I thought Ferretti was lying when he said you were giving out death stare, Jack probably left so he didn't have to face your wrath while he figures out what he did to upset you."
"I'm not as angry with him as I was it just happened to be on a day where I started getting really bad PMS. So, what can I help you with?"
"This translation I've been doing it appears to be a lot of numbers, I think it's some kind of mathematical equation I thought you might take a look at it."
"Sure." She looked at the numbers Daniel had translated and tried to see if they matched any equation she knew. "So did he go fishing as usual?"
"I don't think so, He just came and said he was taking off for a few days and he would see us when he got back."
"Oh, can I keep these for a few hours I'd like to run the numbers through the computer see if it can pick up a pattern I'm not seeing."
"Sure, I'll finish translating the rest of the text and bring over as soon as I'm done."
"Thanks."
~ ~ ~
"Colonel O'Neill?" Some asked as soon as he had entered the White House.
"Yes sir." Jack automatically replied.
"I'm Thomas Hunt the President's personnel aid, the President is detained in a security briefing at the moment but if you come with me I'll show you where you can wait." Jack followed silently. "You can wait here, take a seat." Jack nodded and sat down, his hat under his arm. "Can I get you something to drink while you're waiting?"
"No thank you." Jack replied.
"He shouldn't be more than a few minutes." Jack nodded.
Jack waited patiently for twenty minutes before the security advisors left the Oval Office.
"Mr President, Colonel O'Neill is here." Jack heard Thomas tell the President.
"Send him in. I want no interrupts for an hour unless someone declares war on us." "Yes sir." Thomas exited the room.
"Colonel, you can go in now." Jack rose and walked into the office.
"Colonel O'Neill it's good to see you again. I trust things are going well."
"Yes sir."
"Please take a seat, I understand from General Hammond that you have a proposal to put forward."
"Yes sir."
"Well I only have an hour free in my schedule today, lets get started."
~ ~ ~
"Sam I've finished the translation, here are the last of the numbers."
"Thanks let me input them and see if it helps. Did any of the translation say what it was an equation for?"
"No, the only word that appears is equals and then the numbers four and two."
"Hang on did you say 42?" Sam swung round to look at him.
"Yes, why does it mean something to you?"
"Did you ever read 'A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?'" Sam asked.
"No." He shook his head.
"They made us read it when I was in High School. In the book someone ask what the meaning of life is a computer calculates that the meaning of life is 42."
"You're telling me that this equation proves a fictitious answer to a question man has been asking for all eternity."
"Daniel, half the people we deal with most of the world believes are fictitious or at least at the widest realms of science fiction."
"But you think this equation is the meaning of life?"
"Probably not, I was just saying, the computer hasn't come up with anything yet so I'll finish inputting the numbers and I should have some results for you by the morning."
"Thanks."
"Major Carter." General Hammond said walking into her lab.
"General Hammond sir, what can I do for you?" Sam asked jumping to her feet.
"The Air Force Academy would like you to give a lecture sometime this week, if you have the time."
"Yes sir, Thursday would be a good day sir."
"Very well I'll inform them. Have you had any luck with your translation Doctor Jackson?"
"I've finished it appears to be a mathematical equation, that why I asked Sam to help me the result seems to be 42."
"The meaning of life." Hammond nodded. Sam smiled.
"Has everyone read that book except me?" Daniel groaned.
"My daughter bought it for me as a joke when she found out I was going to run a base dealing with deep space radar telemetry. I finally got round to reading the time I had the flu." Daniel frowned.
"Don't worry Daniel I'm sure it's an equation for something else. We'll just have to figure what." Sam said reassuringly.
"I'll let you get back to it. If you find anything I'll be in my office." Hammond turned to leave.
"General." Sam said stopping him.
"Yes Major."
"Sir, do you know where Colonel O'Neill was planning on spending his down time; I need to apologise for something I did?" Sam said hesitantly.
"He's gone out of town for a few days to do something for me. He should be back by Friday I'm sure you can catch him then."
"Yes sir. Thank you."
"By the way do you know why Jack asked me to tell Cassie chocolate?" Daniel asked.
"Yes, don't worry I'll tell her."
~ ~ ~
"Well Jack that sounds like an interesting idea." The President said as he finished mulling over Jack's proposal. "Would you care to tell me how you came up with the suggestion?"
"Yes sir. I had a slight slip of the tongue sir and implied that the only reason that we needed Major Carter at the base was to think up situations to save to world."
"How is Major Carter? From all reports she's been doing an excellent job."
"She's fine sir, slight annoyed at me but she's fine." Jack replied. "The idea came about when someone reminded me of all the things that she does to keep the base running that we all take for granted. I looked her records and the her reports, Mr President I feel that she isn't getting enough recognition for all the work she does. I feel that by creating this medal and awarding it to her it would be a recognition of all the works she does for the base and the world."
"I see. Thomas." The President called out.
"Yes sir?" Thomas said opening the door.
"Find an hour in the schedule tomorrow and set up a meeting for me with Colonel O'Neill and General Ryan."
"Head of the Air Force General Ryan?" Thomas questioned.
"Yes, oh and the Chair of the Joint Chiefs."
"Yes sir, you have a briefing on the State of the Union speech with the senior staff in ten minutes."
"Thank you Thomas. Colonel if you go with Thomas he'll organise a time and we'll discuss this further."
"Yes sir, thank you."
~ ~ ~
"Sam, give up on that already." Daniel said coming into Sam's lab it was almost 2100. "We've got all week and I don't think that equation is going to tell us anything with the rest of the text gone it's never going to make any sense."
"There is something in this but I can't tell what." Sam murmured before furiously typing at the keyboard.
"Give it up, Teal'c and I are going out and getting drunk, well I'm going to get drunk Teal'c is going to supervise, are you coming?"
"Yeah. Let me switch this off them we can go and complain about something?"
"How unappreciative of our jobs Jack is?" He offered.
"I'm not angry with him Daniel, I was slightly annoyed this morning, like I said before he caught me on a bad day. I know he appreciates what we do, he just doesn't say it very often. It's a military thing you learn to close off emotions because of the atrocities you see. The Colonel seen a lot and with Charlie, he just closed off more. He seems to get more open then something bad happens to one of us and he closes off again it's the wall he deals with things. We just have to deal with because he's our friend and my CO."
"You've thought about this a lot haven't you?" Daniel said leaning against the wall.
"I learned to deal with military men locking their emotions away, when my Mom die dad closed off so it was just Mark and me, until I joined the Air Force which Mark still resents. You get used it, I think this morning I figured I could hide behind being professional but it wouldn't work. SG1 don't operate like that we work so well together because we're friends and we can predict what each other are thinking. I was being stupid thinking otherwise, besides Teal'c brought me some chocolate which definitely lifted my mood."
"You're saying Jack could have apologised by bringing you chocolate?"
"As my CO, he doesn't have to bring me anything, but as my friend chocolate is always a good way to apologise, despite the fact he did nothing wrong. I know I've got this being 'one of the boys' thing down, but I'm still a woman and it's proven that chocolate has a calming effect on women."
"I see useful thing to know. Do you think chocolate would work on Janet?"
"Daniel, a smile would work with Janet. Come on let's go and get drunk."
