"Colonel O'Neill?" Hammond sighed as he called Jack's attention back to the
briefing he was trying to run – again.
"Sorry, Sir." Jack jerked his head back up, and widened his eyes, trying to look for all the world as if he were interested in what was going on around him. But he was tired. And a tired Jack is a very unfocused Jack – especially when it comes to a briefing, when he was usually not paying attention anyways. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
Hammond scowled, and Daniel looked sharply at the General once more. When he'd entered the room for the briefing only half an hour before, the archeologist had been surprised to see Hammond sporting a bruise on his cheek – close enough to his eye that it had even give him the appearance of a black eye. Of course, he couldn't really ask what had happened – for a number of reasons. Instead, he'd sat down, and waited for the briefing to start.
Then Sam had walked in, followed closely by Jack, and Daniel saw that Sam, too, was slightly injured. Her hand was bandaged, in a similar manner to Daniel's own. Of course, Daniel's hand had been injured punching the bouncer at the Shamrock, and Daniel doubted that Carter had punched Hammond.
As the briefing continued, though, Daniel knew he was missing something. Something that Jack knew, but he didn't. Hammond wasn't as firm with O'Neill as he normally was. He called him to attention a few times – Jack looked like he was ready to fall asleep any minute – but the General probably should have chewed him out good for such an obvious lack of attention, and instead he'd simply scowl, or sighed a sigh of long suffering. Which made Daniel even more suspicious. He couldn't wait for the briefing to end so he could corner Jack and find out what was going on.
"Try to pay attention, Colonel," Hammond said, giving one of the sighs. "Doctor Fraiser's going to be here shortly, and you're going to have to understand what she tells you about the G'werians, or you're going to be lost when she takes you to meet them."
"Yes, Sir." He almost immediately zoned out again as Sam finished telling them about the planet Janet Fraiser had been visiting in a medical exchange program of sorts.
"SG-4 found an herb on P56-998," Sam said, looking over at Jack, who was counting the little painted flowers on his paper drinking cup, "that appears to be able to help control bleeding by clotting blood ten times faster than if we rely on our..." She trailed off when Janet Fraiser knocked lightly on the door.
The doctor was looking far more tanned than normal, and very relaxed for her 5-day break from the trials and tribulations of putting up with the people of the SGC. Not that she didn't love them, and her job – she did! – but it was nice to get away, and the sun had been wonderfully bright and warm, and the oceans on P56-998 were warm and there was plenty of time from her studies to swim and relax.
"Sorry I'm late, Sir."
"No problem, Doctor."
Janet started to sit down next to Daniel, and then realized he looked rather battered. His cheek was bruised, and his right hand was bandaged. He looked like he'd been in a fight. But she knew him better than that.
"What happened to you?" She asked, forgetting that this was a briefing. She was, after all, a doctor, and Daniel was one of her friends.
He scowled, and cast a guilty look over at Jack. A look that Janet followed, and she saw that O'Neill, too, looked a little beat up. Nothing serious, but there was a nasty bruise on his jaw, and he, too, had a bandage on his hand.
"Did Colonel O'Neill beat you up?"
Jack scowled. Fraiser had meant to ask the question softly, but her surprise had made the question a little louder than intended.
"I didn't beat him up, Doc." Jack said. "I should have, though."
"What? Why?"
She looked at Hammond, and saw that he, too, was bruised. A quick glance at Sam proved that her hand was bandaged similarly to Jack's and Daniel's and – yes – even Hammond had bruises on his knuckles she could see, although his weren't bandaged.
"What in the world happened?" Janet asked, voicing the question that Daniel had wanted to ask Sam and the General, but didn't want to have anyone ever ask Jack, since that would just remind O'Neill he was mad at him, still.
Everyone in the room scowled, and Fraiser would have laughed if not for the fact that they were all beat up-looking. She turned to Teal'c, and saw a scowl on his normally immobile face as well, although no bruises. Of course, he had Junior, so there very well could have been some.
"How was the trip, Doc?"
"It was fine, Colonel, thank you." She said. She wasn't going to be swayed from her original question, though. She turned to Teal'c, knowing he was the one to get the information out of. "What happened to them?"
"I am uncertain what happened to General Hammond and Major Carter. Daniel Jackson and O'Neill were involved in a brawl." Teal'c didn't have any reason to keep this a secret.
"Really? A brawl?" Janet smiled slightly, wondering what she'd missed.
"Oh, don't think it's that easy, Teal'c," Jack aid, scowling at the Jaffa. "Let's not forget what you did to the guy that groped you. You started your own little brawl, don't forget to mention that."
Teal'c scowled.
"Someone groped you?" Janet asked, amazed. THAT seemed unlikely.
"It was a misunderstanding."
"You pinned his hand to the bar with a knife," Daniel said, more than happy to have the attention on Teal'c – and off HIM. "That's a pretty big misunderstanding."
"For groping you?" Janet asked. That seemed a little extreme. Even for Teal'c. Jack? Well... maybe not so extreme for Jack, who had the nastiest temper Janet had seen in some time, but Teal'c was usually as cool as the other side of the pillow.
Teal'c scowled again, and was clearly not going to answer any more of her questions.
"Doctor? What did you find out about the people of P56-998? Are they fully human? Can their herb thing be used for the people here on Earth?" Hammond wanted to get the attention back on the briefing, and off the injuries, before she decided to ask what had happened to him.
If it had been anyone else, she would have ignored his question and continued her own grilling, but Hammond was a General, after all, and Fraiser backed down. Although the look she gave the others plainly said she wasn't finished with them.
"Yes, Sir. They're human stock, and I'd like to run a few more tests on them, but I do think that we can find many applications for this herb. And even better; it's very abundant there, and they're more than willing to share it with us."
Jack started counting the hairs on the back of his hand.
"Sorry, Sir." Jack jerked his head back up, and widened his eyes, trying to look for all the world as if he were interested in what was going on around him. But he was tired. And a tired Jack is a very unfocused Jack – especially when it comes to a briefing, when he was usually not paying attention anyways. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
Hammond scowled, and Daniel looked sharply at the General once more. When he'd entered the room for the briefing only half an hour before, the archeologist had been surprised to see Hammond sporting a bruise on his cheek – close enough to his eye that it had even give him the appearance of a black eye. Of course, he couldn't really ask what had happened – for a number of reasons. Instead, he'd sat down, and waited for the briefing to start.
Then Sam had walked in, followed closely by Jack, and Daniel saw that Sam, too, was slightly injured. Her hand was bandaged, in a similar manner to Daniel's own. Of course, Daniel's hand had been injured punching the bouncer at the Shamrock, and Daniel doubted that Carter had punched Hammond.
As the briefing continued, though, Daniel knew he was missing something. Something that Jack knew, but he didn't. Hammond wasn't as firm with O'Neill as he normally was. He called him to attention a few times – Jack looked like he was ready to fall asleep any minute – but the General probably should have chewed him out good for such an obvious lack of attention, and instead he'd simply scowl, or sighed a sigh of long suffering. Which made Daniel even more suspicious. He couldn't wait for the briefing to end so he could corner Jack and find out what was going on.
"Try to pay attention, Colonel," Hammond said, giving one of the sighs. "Doctor Fraiser's going to be here shortly, and you're going to have to understand what she tells you about the G'werians, or you're going to be lost when she takes you to meet them."
"Yes, Sir." He almost immediately zoned out again as Sam finished telling them about the planet Janet Fraiser had been visiting in a medical exchange program of sorts.
"SG-4 found an herb on P56-998," Sam said, looking over at Jack, who was counting the little painted flowers on his paper drinking cup, "that appears to be able to help control bleeding by clotting blood ten times faster than if we rely on our..." She trailed off when Janet Fraiser knocked lightly on the door.
The doctor was looking far more tanned than normal, and very relaxed for her 5-day break from the trials and tribulations of putting up with the people of the SGC. Not that she didn't love them, and her job – she did! – but it was nice to get away, and the sun had been wonderfully bright and warm, and the oceans on P56-998 were warm and there was plenty of time from her studies to swim and relax.
"Sorry I'm late, Sir."
"No problem, Doctor."
Janet started to sit down next to Daniel, and then realized he looked rather battered. His cheek was bruised, and his right hand was bandaged. He looked like he'd been in a fight. But she knew him better than that.
"What happened to you?" She asked, forgetting that this was a briefing. She was, after all, a doctor, and Daniel was one of her friends.
He scowled, and cast a guilty look over at Jack. A look that Janet followed, and she saw that O'Neill, too, looked a little beat up. Nothing serious, but there was a nasty bruise on his jaw, and he, too, had a bandage on his hand.
"Did Colonel O'Neill beat you up?"
Jack scowled. Fraiser had meant to ask the question softly, but her surprise had made the question a little louder than intended.
"I didn't beat him up, Doc." Jack said. "I should have, though."
"What? Why?"
She looked at Hammond, and saw that he, too, was bruised. A quick glance at Sam proved that her hand was bandaged similarly to Jack's and Daniel's and – yes – even Hammond had bruises on his knuckles she could see, although his weren't bandaged.
"What in the world happened?" Janet asked, voicing the question that Daniel had wanted to ask Sam and the General, but didn't want to have anyone ever ask Jack, since that would just remind O'Neill he was mad at him, still.
Everyone in the room scowled, and Fraiser would have laughed if not for the fact that they were all beat up-looking. She turned to Teal'c, and saw a scowl on his normally immobile face as well, although no bruises. Of course, he had Junior, so there very well could have been some.
"How was the trip, Doc?"
"It was fine, Colonel, thank you." She said. She wasn't going to be swayed from her original question, though. She turned to Teal'c, knowing he was the one to get the information out of. "What happened to them?"
"I am uncertain what happened to General Hammond and Major Carter. Daniel Jackson and O'Neill were involved in a brawl." Teal'c didn't have any reason to keep this a secret.
"Really? A brawl?" Janet smiled slightly, wondering what she'd missed.
"Oh, don't think it's that easy, Teal'c," Jack aid, scowling at the Jaffa. "Let's not forget what you did to the guy that groped you. You started your own little brawl, don't forget to mention that."
Teal'c scowled.
"Someone groped you?" Janet asked, amazed. THAT seemed unlikely.
"It was a misunderstanding."
"You pinned his hand to the bar with a knife," Daniel said, more than happy to have the attention on Teal'c – and off HIM. "That's a pretty big misunderstanding."
"For groping you?" Janet asked. That seemed a little extreme. Even for Teal'c. Jack? Well... maybe not so extreme for Jack, who had the nastiest temper Janet had seen in some time, but Teal'c was usually as cool as the other side of the pillow.
Teal'c scowled again, and was clearly not going to answer any more of her questions.
"Doctor? What did you find out about the people of P56-998? Are they fully human? Can their herb thing be used for the people here on Earth?" Hammond wanted to get the attention back on the briefing, and off the injuries, before she decided to ask what had happened to him.
If it had been anyone else, she would have ignored his question and continued her own grilling, but Hammond was a General, after all, and Fraiser backed down. Although the look she gave the others plainly said she wasn't finished with them.
"Yes, Sir. They're human stock, and I'd like to run a few more tests on them, but I do think that we can find many applications for this herb. And even better; it's very abundant there, and they're more than willing to share it with us."
Jack started counting the hairs on the back of his hand.