This chapter's short (well, they all are) but work is getting in the way.
"I can't believe you blew it."
Jack was startled by the voice of Harry Maybourne coming from behind him. He had been so lost in his reverie that the outside world had ceased to exist. 'Way to go O'Neill. You're supposed to be on a mission here.' he silently admonished himself. If Maybourne could creep up on him, then anybody could. "Just leave it alone, Harry."
"You do realise that if you don't fix things, she's probably going to ask for a transfer, right?"
The noise that Jack let out sounded closer to a cat being strangled than to a laugh, but the situation was hardly amusing. "She already has."
"Ah, well, hmmm…"
"What's the matter Maybourne - no smart ass reply?" He really wasn't in the mood for Maybourne's two cents.
"Well, I just so happen to feel that Earth stands a better chance of defeating the Goauld with you both in the same team, that's all."
"Gee, thanks." He said in his usual sarcastic way.
"You're an ass, Jack!
"Where the hell did that come from?" Jack was really beginning to lose his cool.
"I'm just stating a fact." Harry defended himself.
"Well, don't!" he snapped back.
"Fine, but you need to get back to the party. Gahni wants to make a speech."
He couldn't believe the nerve of Maybourne. For a man who has once been against their every move, he had sure done a one-eighty. Before Jack could chew the man out he was already gone, heading back to the party. Deciding that, in interest of the SGC, it was best if he returned for the Chief's talk, he rose and moved off in the same direction.
More to come...