Remarital Bliss - Chapter 2
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Koshan squirmed for the twentieth time in the last forty minutes and cleared his throat.
"Koshan, you okay? We can go find something more interesting to do," Jack offered, looking up from his paperwork.
"Oh no, no. This is most interesting!"
Jack was not convinced.
"I really don't mind. We can go find Sam and Kalara and get something to eat if you'd like. You don't even need to worry about Samantha-darling's cooking; we've got a commissary here."
Still Koshan was not satisfied.
"I-I am just a little worried," he replied vaguely. "You, you and Major O'Neill have a child, do you not?"
"Well, yes. Uh um, Little Georgie. Named him after the General. Ahem."
"But I have not seen him. Do you not wish to spend time with your child?"
"Well, well yes. You see, it's just that this is a serious place of work. We're not allowed to bring Little Georgie with us. It could be dangerous. So, uh, we have a sitter watch him while we're away. And we call him all the time. The sitter holds the phone to his ear. He mostly just babbles, but I like to think we're building a strong father/son connection."
Jack gave himself a mental pat on the back . . .
"How wonderful! Then you will call him now? Don't let me get in your way! Please, please. Say hello to Little Georgie."
. . . and a mental slap to his head.
"Why of course, we'll just do that right now."
Jack reached over, picked up the phone, and hit the speed dial casting a furtive glance in Koshan's direction . ~General Hammond speaking.~
Jack cringed inwardly.
*Deep breath, Jack. Deep breath.*
"Hey there little guy! You miss me? How's my Little Georgie doing?"
~Jack, is that you?~
"Oh I miss my Little Georgie! Yes I do. Yes I do. You are just the cutie- wutiest! Yes you are!"
~Colonel O'Neill! What is the meaning of this!~
Knock. Knock.
"Hello, Jack-dearest. Hello, Koshan. I hope Kalara and I aren't disturbing you."
Jack put his hand over the phone.
"Samantha, sweet lamb of my heart! You're just in time to talk to our darling baby, Little Georgie! Quick, don't keep him waiting. You know how distraught he gets when he doesn't hear from his mommy."
Jack practically threw the receiver at her. Sam threw a hateful glance at Jack. She'd left him to do paperwork, for crying out loud.
"H-Hello? Little Georgie?" Sam raised an eyebrow at the name. "This is mommy. How's my sweet pumpkin doing today?"
~Major Carter!! I want you and Colonel O'Neill in my office this instant!~
"Now, now Little Georgie, there's no need to fuss. Your daddy and I will be with you as soon as we can. We just love you so much! But your mean Grandpa George cancelled Mommy's and Daddy's downtime, so we won't be home for a few days. We'll talk to you later, okay?"
~Major Carter, I'm counting to ten.~
"Bye bye now."
She hung up the phone.
"Oh Jack, sunshine of my life," Sam began through clenched teeth. "I forgot to mention earlier that the General would like to see us. Immediately."
"Oh, how nice. We mustn't keep the dear man waiting. Koshan, Kalara, why don't you walk with us, and we'll leave you to visit Teal'c while we talk with the General."
"Lovely!"
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Teal'c slapped a piece of unidentifiable meat on his plate, Koshan babbling happily behind him.
"It must give you such great pleasure to witness, everyday, the love between Colonel and Major O'Neill." Koshan and Kalara shared a loving glance and sigh.
"Indeed it does."
"And when Colonel O'Neill danced the Krubawala drum dance with such vigor. You could just see the pride beaming off of Major O'Neill's face. Beautiful!"
"I am sure."
They took their seats. Teal'c kept his mouth full to avoid conversation.
Koshan continued his story of the Muhana Kuwala when he suddenly noticed the curious glances being thrown their way.
"Please, please," he motioned to the others in the commissary to draw near. "I will tell you of Colonel and Major O'Neill's version of the Teralaki love song about the grichi's endless search for its mate through the harsh, cold, starless night. Always searching, always longing, never finding the love Colonel and Major O'Neill have clearly found with each other!" he wiped his eyes. He did not need to ask twice.
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"Wow, I can't believe the General was so mad."
"Yeah, you'd think he'd be a little more understanding considering the circumstances."
"Oh well, at least now he knows to expect these calls."
"I still can't believe you called our baby Little Georgie."
"Yeah, but did you notice how the General softened up when we told him?"
They rounded the corner to the commissary.
"And then the Colonel gave a mighty leap, landing on the rare kookielookie bird. They fought, they struggled, feathers flying in all directions until we could not see enough to tell who was gaining the upper hand. And then just as we were about to give up hope," Koshan paused for effect causing his audience to lean in even closer. "Then, through the feathers falling like snow, the Colonel emerged, victorious!"
A collective breath was released. A few eyes were discretely wiped.
"That was so beautiful," the commissary cook sighed still holding onto her ladle.
Jonas caught sight of Jack and Sam and waved them over to the middle of the room where everyone was closely seated.
"Hey guys, Koshan's just about to tell us about the ceremonial mud bath."
"Oh, I think Koshan's told you quite enough already."
"O'Neill, I am finding Koshan's retelling of the Muhana Kuwala to be quite moving."
Teal'c turned back to Koshan.
"Please continue."
Jack sighed in defeat.
"Airman, pass that popcorn."
"Now, as I was explaining, it wasn't exactly mud in the bath . . ."
This could get interesting.
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Koshan squirmed for the twentieth time in the last forty minutes and cleared his throat.
"Koshan, you okay? We can go find something more interesting to do," Jack offered, looking up from his paperwork.
"Oh no, no. This is most interesting!"
Jack was not convinced.
"I really don't mind. We can go find Sam and Kalara and get something to eat if you'd like. You don't even need to worry about Samantha-darling's cooking; we've got a commissary here."
Still Koshan was not satisfied.
"I-I am just a little worried," he replied vaguely. "You, you and Major O'Neill have a child, do you not?"
"Well, yes. Uh um, Little Georgie. Named him after the General. Ahem."
"But I have not seen him. Do you not wish to spend time with your child?"
"Well, well yes. You see, it's just that this is a serious place of work. We're not allowed to bring Little Georgie with us. It could be dangerous. So, uh, we have a sitter watch him while we're away. And we call him all the time. The sitter holds the phone to his ear. He mostly just babbles, but I like to think we're building a strong father/son connection."
Jack gave himself a mental pat on the back . . .
"How wonderful! Then you will call him now? Don't let me get in your way! Please, please. Say hello to Little Georgie."
. . . and a mental slap to his head.
"Why of course, we'll just do that right now."
Jack reached over, picked up the phone, and hit the speed dial casting a furtive glance in Koshan's direction . ~General Hammond speaking.~
Jack cringed inwardly.
*Deep breath, Jack. Deep breath.*
"Hey there little guy! You miss me? How's my Little Georgie doing?"
~Jack, is that you?~
"Oh I miss my Little Georgie! Yes I do. Yes I do. You are just the cutie- wutiest! Yes you are!"
~Colonel O'Neill! What is the meaning of this!~
Knock. Knock.
"Hello, Jack-dearest. Hello, Koshan. I hope Kalara and I aren't disturbing you."
Jack put his hand over the phone.
"Samantha, sweet lamb of my heart! You're just in time to talk to our darling baby, Little Georgie! Quick, don't keep him waiting. You know how distraught he gets when he doesn't hear from his mommy."
Jack practically threw the receiver at her. Sam threw a hateful glance at Jack. She'd left him to do paperwork, for crying out loud.
"H-Hello? Little Georgie?" Sam raised an eyebrow at the name. "This is mommy. How's my sweet pumpkin doing today?"
~Major Carter!! I want you and Colonel O'Neill in my office this instant!~
"Now, now Little Georgie, there's no need to fuss. Your daddy and I will be with you as soon as we can. We just love you so much! But your mean Grandpa George cancelled Mommy's and Daddy's downtime, so we won't be home for a few days. We'll talk to you later, okay?"
~Major Carter, I'm counting to ten.~
"Bye bye now."
She hung up the phone.
"Oh Jack, sunshine of my life," Sam began through clenched teeth. "I forgot to mention earlier that the General would like to see us. Immediately."
"Oh, how nice. We mustn't keep the dear man waiting. Koshan, Kalara, why don't you walk with us, and we'll leave you to visit Teal'c while we talk with the General."
"Lovely!"
* * *
Teal'c slapped a piece of unidentifiable meat on his plate, Koshan babbling happily behind him.
"It must give you such great pleasure to witness, everyday, the love between Colonel and Major O'Neill." Koshan and Kalara shared a loving glance and sigh.
"Indeed it does."
"And when Colonel O'Neill danced the Krubawala drum dance with such vigor. You could just see the pride beaming off of Major O'Neill's face. Beautiful!"
"I am sure."
They took their seats. Teal'c kept his mouth full to avoid conversation.
Koshan continued his story of the Muhana Kuwala when he suddenly noticed the curious glances being thrown their way.
"Please, please," he motioned to the others in the commissary to draw near. "I will tell you of Colonel and Major O'Neill's version of the Teralaki love song about the grichi's endless search for its mate through the harsh, cold, starless night. Always searching, always longing, never finding the love Colonel and Major O'Neill have clearly found with each other!" he wiped his eyes. He did not need to ask twice.
* * *
"Wow, I can't believe the General was so mad."
"Yeah, you'd think he'd be a little more understanding considering the circumstances."
"Oh well, at least now he knows to expect these calls."
"I still can't believe you called our baby Little Georgie."
"Yeah, but did you notice how the General softened up when we told him?"
They rounded the corner to the commissary.
"And then the Colonel gave a mighty leap, landing on the rare kookielookie bird. They fought, they struggled, feathers flying in all directions until we could not see enough to tell who was gaining the upper hand. And then just as we were about to give up hope," Koshan paused for effect causing his audience to lean in even closer. "Then, through the feathers falling like snow, the Colonel emerged, victorious!"
A collective breath was released. A few eyes were discretely wiped.
"That was so beautiful," the commissary cook sighed still holding onto her ladle.
Jonas caught sight of Jack and Sam and waved them over to the middle of the room where everyone was closely seated.
"Hey guys, Koshan's just about to tell us about the ceremonial mud bath."
"Oh, I think Koshan's told you quite enough already."
"O'Neill, I am finding Koshan's retelling of the Muhana Kuwala to be quite moving."
Teal'c turned back to Koshan.
"Please continue."
Jack sighed in defeat.
"Airman, pass that popcorn."
"Now, as I was explaining, it wasn't exactly mud in the bath . . ."
This could get interesting.
