Day Seven: Teal'c___
(This part written by Layton Colt)
The 'Time Out' for O'Neill and Daniel Jackson has proved ineffectual. I had seen this method used on the Tauri's television to correct misbehaving children. However, they are still fighting.
Daniel Jackson is glaring at O'Neill, and O'Neill seems to be whispering some nonsense under his breath. The song that does not end?
Soon, after his glaring did not receive a response for O'Neill, Daniel Jackson also began to whisper strange words. Who is Henry the Eighth?
"Oh you have got to stop," Major Carter moans. She looks over at our two teammates. "If you don't want me to have Teal'c put you back in that room-- you will both stop."
O'Neill looks over at her in a way I have come to interpret as, 'Who is the Colonel here?' "Major?" he snaps.
"I'm sorry, sir," Major Carter says with a shake of her head. "But I have to keep these systems running--and I can't do that with you two trying to annoy each other."
Daniel Jackson looks guilty at this. "I'm sorry, Sam. I wasn't thinking about that, I'll stop."
"I know that, Daniel, but things here are bad enough without the two of you at each other's throats," Major Carter tells him gently. "It isn't like I haven't seen you both in your boxers before," she continues. "There was that time on PX435, with the alien alcohol, and Colonel, you were dared by Ferretti and just stripped right down in the 'gateroom--only three weeks ago."
I remember this event quite clearly. General Hammond had been at his home. I do not believe O'Neill would have done such a thing had he been present-- and am grateful that General Hammond spends little time away from base.
"That was different," O'Neill says promptly. "This is personal." He moves his eyes to Daniel Jackson, who rolls his.
"Fine then," Major Carter says impatiently. "Be mad at each other. Just STOP singing the song that doesn't end. I hear it one more time and I might have to shoot something." Major Carter is looking at O'Neill as she says this. We all know what the something she might have to shoot is.
O'Neill looks as though he may again remind Major Carter of her rank, but there is admiration in his eyes and he simply nods.
"Thank you," Major Carter says to them. I nod my approval. Major Carter has handled the situation quite nicely. Perhaps her method will prove more effective than my own.
O'Neill has turned again to glare at Daniel Jackson. Daniel Jackson will not meet his eyes. Their fight makes little sense to me--but then, the actions of the Tauri rarely do. Especially the actions of the three Tauri here with me now.
"Would you STOP that?" Daniel Jackson asks without turning to look at O'Neill.
"Stop what?" O'Neill demands. "I'm not doing anything."
"Stop looking at me like that," Daniel Jackson demands.
Major Carter sighs. It appears her method was also ineffective.
"I'm not looking at you," O'Neill returns.
"In fact you are, O'Neill," I say.
Daniel Jackson gives O'Neill a smile then, and the only way to describe it is smug, though this is not usually a trait I would associate with Daniel Jackson.
"That's IT! You've been pushing every last one of my buttons since we got on this god forsaken ship! You want to take me?"
Daniel Jackson snorts. "Don't be so sure I can't."
"Really? And what are you going to do? You aren't wearing any shoes."
I was not aware that pointing out one is barefoot could be used as an insult. Most intriguing.
Daniel Jackson glares at O'Neill, but does not speak.
O'Neill grins. His grin is definitely smug. "That's what I thought," he says. He then turns to head back to the pilot's seat. As he walks away, he begins to hum and sing. "99 bottles of beer . . ."
Daniel Jackson is moving before myself or Major Carter can call out for him to stop. He crashes into O'Neill and the two fall into the wall, Daniel Jackson's elbow connecting solidly with one of the control panels.
Beside me, Major Carter's eyes go wide with horror. O'Neill has recovered from Daniel Jackson's surprise attack, and pushed him again against the wall, causing more sparks to fly from the small panel.
"No . . ." Major Carter whispers. "No . . ."
O'Neill pulls Daniel Jackson into a headlock just as the system behind them crashes. There is a small explosion, and orange and blue sparks fly up around them. Daniel Jackson and O'Neill freeze, looking slowly towards the damage they have caused.
I raise an eyebrow.
O'Neill removes his arm from around Daniel Jackson's neck, and Daniel Jackson allows himself to fall to a sitting position on the floor.
"NO," Major Carter cries disbelievingly. "That's the control panel for temperature control." She turns angrily to Daniel Jackson and O'Neill.
I am reminded of a saying we have on Chulak, a Shelp-itzle caught in the ring device of a Tel'tak.
"Well, fix it then," O'Neill says brazenly.
Major Carter glares at him. "No, sir. I can't. Not if you want this ship to keep flying. I have to fix the thrusters before I can fix this. Of course, I WAS going to fix the thrusters before I went to sleep."
Daniel Jackson winces. "Sam, I--"
"Not now, Daniel," Major Carter snaps. "I have to get back to work," she tells them.
"We can help," Daniel Jackson says instantly.
"No, thank you," Major Carter says. "You've done enough. Teal'c?"
"I would be happy to assist you, Major Carter," I say.
She gives me a brief smile and then heads back to the area she is working on. As she kneels down, I hear a mumbled comment about the next place they'll end up being the escape pods.
I raise an eyebrow. Major Carter's methods are indeed interesting. I will remember that if Daniel Jackson and O'Neill should cause us any more trouble.
As I hold a set of spare crystals for Major Carter, I turn to glance at O'Neill and Daniel Jackson. Both are sitting against the wall, side by side, their ongoing disagreements apparently on hold for the moment.
"This is your fault," I hear O'Neill say.
If I was prone to Tauri displays of emotion, I would have sighed or rolled my eyes. As it is, I raised an eyebrow.
"My fault?" Daniel Jackson whispers back harshly. "MY fault?"
"I believe that's what I said, yes," O'Neill replies condescendingly.
I turn to look at them both once more, to assure myself Daniel Jackson has not attacked O'Neill again. They are still sitting side by side.
"Well, I may be mistaken, but I could swear this whole thing started because of YOU. 'You kids up for a game of strip poker?'"
"You could have said no," O'Neill snaps.
"I did. Twice."
"I didn't know you to be one swayed by peer pressure," O'Neill snapped.
"Peer. A person who has equal standing with another or a group of others as in rank, standing, or age," Daniel Jackson recites in a sing song voice. "This wasn't peer pressure, Jack. I was taught to respect my elders--so I was humoring you."
"Oh you just wait till we're on Earth, Danny boy," O'Neill says with a grin. "When your Jaffa bodyguard isn't around." I raise my eyebrow at this.
"But, Jack," Daniel Jackson says incredulously. "When we're back on Earth I'll have SHOES."
I can see Major Carter growing increasingly agitated. I am sure that if O'Neill and Daniel Jackson do not stop immediately, I may indeed be requested to place them in the escape pods.
"Perhaps you two should go to opposite quarters," I say.
O'Neill's eyes widen. "You're separating us?"
"But, Teal'c," Daniel Jackson begins.
I hold up a hand. "Major Carter and I must work. You are distracting us."
"Fine," O'Neill says. "Happy to."
With that O'Neill leaves for his assigned quarters. Daniel Jackson sighs and raises himself up. He picks up his deck of playing cards, and returns to the back of the vessel. He sits down and begins to place the cards down in a large circle.
He is being quiet now, and so Major Carter and I return to our work. It is not long however, before we hear the quiet murmur. "This is the song that doesn't end . . ."
I find this song most unpleasant, as Major Carter appears to, and we turn to stare at Daniel Jackson. He looks up at us sheepishly and winces.
"Sorry," he says before returning to his cards.
I raise my eyebrow, while Major Carter says something under her breath. We then return to our work.
As I help her to place in one of the crystals my symbiote stirs restlessly. It is suddenly very hot, and we still have much work to do.
TBC--next part by FCOL.
(This part written by Layton Colt)
The 'Time Out' for O'Neill and Daniel Jackson has proved ineffectual. I had seen this method used on the Tauri's television to correct misbehaving children. However, they are still fighting.
Daniel Jackson is glaring at O'Neill, and O'Neill seems to be whispering some nonsense under his breath. The song that does not end?
Soon, after his glaring did not receive a response for O'Neill, Daniel Jackson also began to whisper strange words. Who is Henry the Eighth?
"Oh you have got to stop," Major Carter moans. She looks over at our two teammates. "If you don't want me to have Teal'c put you back in that room-- you will both stop."
O'Neill looks over at her in a way I have come to interpret as, 'Who is the Colonel here?' "Major?" he snaps.
"I'm sorry, sir," Major Carter says with a shake of her head. "But I have to keep these systems running--and I can't do that with you two trying to annoy each other."
Daniel Jackson looks guilty at this. "I'm sorry, Sam. I wasn't thinking about that, I'll stop."
"I know that, Daniel, but things here are bad enough without the two of you at each other's throats," Major Carter tells him gently. "It isn't like I haven't seen you both in your boxers before," she continues. "There was that time on PX435, with the alien alcohol, and Colonel, you were dared by Ferretti and just stripped right down in the 'gateroom--only three weeks ago."
I remember this event quite clearly. General Hammond had been at his home. I do not believe O'Neill would have done such a thing had he been present-- and am grateful that General Hammond spends little time away from base.
"That was different," O'Neill says promptly. "This is personal." He moves his eyes to Daniel Jackson, who rolls his.
"Fine then," Major Carter says impatiently. "Be mad at each other. Just STOP singing the song that doesn't end. I hear it one more time and I might have to shoot something." Major Carter is looking at O'Neill as she says this. We all know what the something she might have to shoot is.
O'Neill looks as though he may again remind Major Carter of her rank, but there is admiration in his eyes and he simply nods.
"Thank you," Major Carter says to them. I nod my approval. Major Carter has handled the situation quite nicely. Perhaps her method will prove more effective than my own.
O'Neill has turned again to glare at Daniel Jackson. Daniel Jackson will not meet his eyes. Their fight makes little sense to me--but then, the actions of the Tauri rarely do. Especially the actions of the three Tauri here with me now.
"Would you STOP that?" Daniel Jackson asks without turning to look at O'Neill.
"Stop what?" O'Neill demands. "I'm not doing anything."
"Stop looking at me like that," Daniel Jackson demands.
Major Carter sighs. It appears her method was also ineffective.
"I'm not looking at you," O'Neill returns.
"In fact you are, O'Neill," I say.
Daniel Jackson gives O'Neill a smile then, and the only way to describe it is smug, though this is not usually a trait I would associate with Daniel Jackson.
"That's IT! You've been pushing every last one of my buttons since we got on this god forsaken ship! You want to take me?"
Daniel Jackson snorts. "Don't be so sure I can't."
"Really? And what are you going to do? You aren't wearing any shoes."
I was not aware that pointing out one is barefoot could be used as an insult. Most intriguing.
Daniel Jackson glares at O'Neill, but does not speak.
O'Neill grins. His grin is definitely smug. "That's what I thought," he says. He then turns to head back to the pilot's seat. As he walks away, he begins to hum and sing. "99 bottles of beer . . ."
Daniel Jackson is moving before myself or Major Carter can call out for him to stop. He crashes into O'Neill and the two fall into the wall, Daniel Jackson's elbow connecting solidly with one of the control panels.
Beside me, Major Carter's eyes go wide with horror. O'Neill has recovered from Daniel Jackson's surprise attack, and pushed him again against the wall, causing more sparks to fly from the small panel.
"No . . ." Major Carter whispers. "No . . ."
O'Neill pulls Daniel Jackson into a headlock just as the system behind them crashes. There is a small explosion, and orange and blue sparks fly up around them. Daniel Jackson and O'Neill freeze, looking slowly towards the damage they have caused.
I raise an eyebrow.
O'Neill removes his arm from around Daniel Jackson's neck, and Daniel Jackson allows himself to fall to a sitting position on the floor.
"NO," Major Carter cries disbelievingly. "That's the control panel for temperature control." She turns angrily to Daniel Jackson and O'Neill.
I am reminded of a saying we have on Chulak, a Shelp-itzle caught in the ring device of a Tel'tak.
"Well, fix it then," O'Neill says brazenly.
Major Carter glares at him. "No, sir. I can't. Not if you want this ship to keep flying. I have to fix the thrusters before I can fix this. Of course, I WAS going to fix the thrusters before I went to sleep."
Daniel Jackson winces. "Sam, I--"
"Not now, Daniel," Major Carter snaps. "I have to get back to work," she tells them.
"We can help," Daniel Jackson says instantly.
"No, thank you," Major Carter says. "You've done enough. Teal'c?"
"I would be happy to assist you, Major Carter," I say.
She gives me a brief smile and then heads back to the area she is working on. As she kneels down, I hear a mumbled comment about the next place they'll end up being the escape pods.
I raise an eyebrow. Major Carter's methods are indeed interesting. I will remember that if Daniel Jackson and O'Neill should cause us any more trouble.
As I hold a set of spare crystals for Major Carter, I turn to glance at O'Neill and Daniel Jackson. Both are sitting against the wall, side by side, their ongoing disagreements apparently on hold for the moment.
"This is your fault," I hear O'Neill say.
If I was prone to Tauri displays of emotion, I would have sighed or rolled my eyes. As it is, I raised an eyebrow.
"My fault?" Daniel Jackson whispers back harshly. "MY fault?"
"I believe that's what I said, yes," O'Neill replies condescendingly.
I turn to look at them both once more, to assure myself Daniel Jackson has not attacked O'Neill again. They are still sitting side by side.
"Well, I may be mistaken, but I could swear this whole thing started because of YOU. 'You kids up for a game of strip poker?'"
"You could have said no," O'Neill snaps.
"I did. Twice."
"I didn't know you to be one swayed by peer pressure," O'Neill snapped.
"Peer. A person who has equal standing with another or a group of others as in rank, standing, or age," Daniel Jackson recites in a sing song voice. "This wasn't peer pressure, Jack. I was taught to respect my elders--so I was humoring you."
"Oh you just wait till we're on Earth, Danny boy," O'Neill says with a grin. "When your Jaffa bodyguard isn't around." I raise my eyebrow at this.
"But, Jack," Daniel Jackson says incredulously. "When we're back on Earth I'll have SHOES."
I can see Major Carter growing increasingly agitated. I am sure that if O'Neill and Daniel Jackson do not stop immediately, I may indeed be requested to place them in the escape pods.
"Perhaps you two should go to opposite quarters," I say.
O'Neill's eyes widen. "You're separating us?"
"But, Teal'c," Daniel Jackson begins.
I hold up a hand. "Major Carter and I must work. You are distracting us."
"Fine," O'Neill says. "Happy to."
With that O'Neill leaves for his assigned quarters. Daniel Jackson sighs and raises himself up. He picks up his deck of playing cards, and returns to the back of the vessel. He sits down and begins to place the cards down in a large circle.
He is being quiet now, and so Major Carter and I return to our work. It is not long however, before we hear the quiet murmur. "This is the song that doesn't end . . ."
I find this song most unpleasant, as Major Carter appears to, and we turn to stare at Daniel Jackson. He looks up at us sheepishly and winces.
"Sorry," he says before returning to his cards.
I raise my eyebrow, while Major Carter says something under her breath. We then return to our work.
As I help her to place in one of the crystals my symbiote stirs restlessly. It is suddenly very hot, and we still have much work to do.
TBC--next part by FCOL.