They'd begun a habit a couple years ago, he and the doctor. Everytime SG-1 was on a mission, they would take an hour or so to share a coffee in his office. To help pass the time he supposed. The flagship team of the stargate program was a favorite of them both.
So they would sit and talk. Talk about anything and everything that came to their minds. His grandchildren. Her daughter. Past experiences. Simple talk that created a world outside their own. A place where they were free from the burdens they carried.
And then they would get the call. SG-1 was returning. He would head down to greet them; she would rush to the infirmary to prepare for their wounds.
He and she were rarely needed for off-world missions, but they were the two that kept the Stargate program functioning. He commanded them; she healed them. And each would again be a comfort to the other.
General Hammond closed the folder thinking of what story he could tell to make her laugh.
Doctor Frasier put some medical files away thinking of the next time she would get to make him smile.