Author's note: No! it's not done yet. I couldn't end it there... and it's not
done with this chapter, either. There's going to be one more. An epilogue.
~*~
"Good morning, Sir."
"Good morning, Airman."
It was a fine morning, General Hammond decided as he walked down the corridors of the SGC. It was a beautiful day outside, there were no immediate emergencies that required his attention, and SG-1 was scheduled back today from their enforced vacation. Hammond allowed himself a smug grin at that thought. The team was so bad at relaxing, and he had come up with the perfect way to force them to have a good time. He was such a genius. Of course, it would be good to have them back. Fresh and relaxed from what had to have been the easiest assignment the four had ever faced.
In Hammond's hand he held a briefing summary for SG-1. It would be a mission to a planet they'd already been to; simply a follow-up on the last mission they'd had before they'd left for their camping assignment. Nothing too urgent, which he knew would irritate Colonel O'Neill, who loved the action and would be wanting to jump back in with both feet after such a long period of rest. Too bad. Jack would have to wait.
Still smiling at his inspiration, Hammond opened the door to the briefing room, and grinned when he saw the four of them sitting there, much as he'd pictured they would be. Carter was looking bright eyed and bushy tailed. Teal'c was looking refreshed and relaxed, which was hard to tell, really, unless you knew him. Daniel Jackson was – Hammond took a double take.
Jackson looked like hell. His face was bruised, his hair was messy, and he had a cast that covered in some kind of grime on his right wrist. He had a half healed cut on his cheek, and a large white bandage on his forehead. He didn't look refreshed at all. He looked like... Hammond's gaze went to O'Neill. And he felt his jaw drop. Daniel Jackson looked like O'Neill. The Colonel was just as bruised – no, even MORE bruised – than Daniel. He had a tense look on his face that told Hammond immediately that he wasn't feeling well, and Hammond could see why. There was a cast identical to Dr. Jackson's on O'Neill's right arm, and it too, was covered in some kind of... wait, were those names?
"Colonel O'Neill?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"I thought I ordered SG-1 onto some downtime."
"Yes, Sir."
"At a summer camp."
"Yes, Sir, you did."
"For children."
"Yes, Sir."
"Why didn't you go?"
"We did, Sir."
Hammond couldn't hide his confusion. They didn't look like they'd been spending the week sailing and relaxing on the water. They looked like they'd spent the week off world in the middle of an ambush.
"Well... what happened?"
"A boom hit me in the face."
"I fell off a horse."
"He broke his wrist."
"I learned to play Rummy."
"Teal'c hit me in the face with a basketball."
"It was unintentional, I assure you."
"The cliff broke off and fell on me."
"Not on me, just Jack and Teal'c. I was off to the side."
"I fell thirty feet, onto my head."
"No, he fell on my head."
"Technically, they believe he landed on DanielJackson's cast, which is how he broke his arm."
"Yeah, I landed on Daniel."
"That's how I cut my head."
"The harness slipped."
Hammond simply stared. First at Jack, then at Teal'c, then at Daniel. Finally, he looked at Carter, who'd been silent through the whole tirade. Carter cleared her throat, uncomfortably.
"Um... I got a little bit of a sunburn, Sir..." She said, pointing to her shoulder.
Hammond sat down in his seat, still staring, although now he was looking at O'Neill in utter disbelief. They'd been sent to a children's camp! How on Earth had so many bad things happened to them in such a placid place? He looked down at his mission briefing, and then tossed it over his shoulder in a very rare show of exasperation. They weren't in any condition to go anywhere!
"Has Doctor Fraiser seen the two of you?"
"No, Sir."
"Um, no."
"Report to the infirmary. And try not to trip over your shoe laces on the way."
"Yes, Sir."
~*~
"Good morning, Sir."
"Good morning, Airman."
It was a fine morning, General Hammond decided as he walked down the corridors of the SGC. It was a beautiful day outside, there were no immediate emergencies that required his attention, and SG-1 was scheduled back today from their enforced vacation. Hammond allowed himself a smug grin at that thought. The team was so bad at relaxing, and he had come up with the perfect way to force them to have a good time. He was such a genius. Of course, it would be good to have them back. Fresh and relaxed from what had to have been the easiest assignment the four had ever faced.
In Hammond's hand he held a briefing summary for SG-1. It would be a mission to a planet they'd already been to; simply a follow-up on the last mission they'd had before they'd left for their camping assignment. Nothing too urgent, which he knew would irritate Colonel O'Neill, who loved the action and would be wanting to jump back in with both feet after such a long period of rest. Too bad. Jack would have to wait.
Still smiling at his inspiration, Hammond opened the door to the briefing room, and grinned when he saw the four of them sitting there, much as he'd pictured they would be. Carter was looking bright eyed and bushy tailed. Teal'c was looking refreshed and relaxed, which was hard to tell, really, unless you knew him. Daniel Jackson was – Hammond took a double take.
Jackson looked like hell. His face was bruised, his hair was messy, and he had a cast that covered in some kind of grime on his right wrist. He had a half healed cut on his cheek, and a large white bandage on his forehead. He didn't look refreshed at all. He looked like... Hammond's gaze went to O'Neill. And he felt his jaw drop. Daniel Jackson looked like O'Neill. The Colonel was just as bruised – no, even MORE bruised – than Daniel. He had a tense look on his face that told Hammond immediately that he wasn't feeling well, and Hammond could see why. There was a cast identical to Dr. Jackson's on O'Neill's right arm, and it too, was covered in some kind of... wait, were those names?
"Colonel O'Neill?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"I thought I ordered SG-1 onto some downtime."
"Yes, Sir."
"At a summer camp."
"Yes, Sir, you did."
"For children."
"Yes, Sir."
"Why didn't you go?"
"We did, Sir."
Hammond couldn't hide his confusion. They didn't look like they'd been spending the week sailing and relaxing on the water. They looked like they'd spent the week off world in the middle of an ambush.
"Well... what happened?"
"A boom hit me in the face."
"I fell off a horse."
"He broke his wrist."
"I learned to play Rummy."
"Teal'c hit me in the face with a basketball."
"It was unintentional, I assure you."
"The cliff broke off and fell on me."
"Not on me, just Jack and Teal'c. I was off to the side."
"I fell thirty feet, onto my head."
"No, he fell on my head."
"Technically, they believe he landed on DanielJackson's cast, which is how he broke his arm."
"Yeah, I landed on Daniel."
"That's how I cut my head."
"The harness slipped."
Hammond simply stared. First at Jack, then at Teal'c, then at Daniel. Finally, he looked at Carter, who'd been silent through the whole tirade. Carter cleared her throat, uncomfortably.
"Um... I got a little bit of a sunburn, Sir..." She said, pointing to her shoulder.
Hammond sat down in his seat, still staring, although now he was looking at O'Neill in utter disbelief. They'd been sent to a children's camp! How on Earth had so many bad things happened to them in such a placid place? He looked down at his mission briefing, and then tossed it over his shoulder in a very rare show of exasperation. They weren't in any condition to go anywhere!
"Has Doctor Fraiser seen the two of you?"
"No, Sir."
"Um, no."
"Report to the infirmary. And try not to trip over your shoe laces on the way."
"Yes, Sir."