Disclaimer: Okay, she's back in a good mood. Of course, everyone thinks
that she's unconscious, (except Daniel)
Prodigal Son...er...Daughter
Chapter Eight
Teal'la watched Jack as he watched his television, waiting for him to get comfortable. She had already removed the vent covering from the ceiling and was waiting for the proper time for her to drop through and scare the ever- living hell out of him.
When he had gotten tired of the Simpsons, he rose, crossing to his desk. Teal'la took full advantage of this opportunity, dropping through silently and waiting for him to turn around.
"O'NEILL!" she yelled, and the papers he had grabbed fell unnoticed to the floor as he grabbed his chest and leaned on the desk. Teal'la had followed the papers' example and was now rolling on the floor, laughing until tears came to her eyes. He recovered from his mini heart attack and stared at her.
After a moment, she was down to giggling madly, and looked up at him, wiping away the wetness from her face as she propped herself up on her elbows. Nothing quite as interesting as a teenaged girl with a bruised face laughing her ass off.
"You should've seen your face." she said, and tried to emulate his expression, failing as the giggles returned full force. Jack sighed, flopping back in his chair as the door opened and Janet entered, looking frantic.
"Colonel, have you see-"She stopped abruptly when she saw Teal'la, in the middle of hysterics on Jacks office floor. Teal'la gave a short, informal salute, as soon as she was able to calm down enough to keep her giggles contained.
"Hey Janet." she said, and Janet waved, first relieved, and then annoyed.
"She certainly lives up to her genetics," she muttered as she left, referring to how hard it was to keep any of them in the infirmary for *any* length of time. Teal'la snorted, sitting up and looked at O'Neill. She threw her arms wide and smirked.
"I'm better." she said, helpfully.
"I see that." he snapped. "Was it really necessary to further the progress of my gray hairs?"
She pushed her own hair behind her ears, purposely drawing his attention to the swatches of gray hair that grew in front of them.
"Yup." she answered smartly. "Sir." she added, with an impetuous smirk.
He shook his head. Then he looked at her.
"So, how you feeling?" he asked. She shrugged.
"Mending. I don't hate Daniel anymore." At least, not this one.
"Always a plus." Jack agreed. "Hs anybody else fallen victim to your practical jokes?"
"I was thinking about paying a visit to Farretti, but he might have a heart- attack." she said with a shrug. He shook his head.
"You what, wanted to scare someone and my name jumped to mind?" he asked, only slightly annoyed. "You didn't think about scaring Carter or Teal'c, or, God forbid, Hammond?"
She thought about it and shook her head.
"Nope. Besides, you deserved it. You called me a spoiled whiny pouty brat. Remember?" He groaned, rolling his eyes. She smirked, getting to her feet. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" she quipped. He looked at her.
"Watch your language." he said, tiredly. She smiled.
"So, what time is it? Passed out about three times today, lost all track of time." she said. He sighed and looked at his watch.
"Seven a.m." he replied, and she raised an eyebrow. "You were out for the whole night."
"Oh." she said, tilting her head. "Pie."
And with that rather sudden given directive, she left, walking barefooted down the stone corridors and towards the commissary, ignoring the frantic glances that she was getting from people. She was barefoot, wearing a slightly more beat up version of Jack's jacket, and no hat. People were more than a little uncomfortable.
She arrived at the commissary and headed almost immediately for the counter, smiling at the cook behind the glass. He pulled out the half empty tin of pumpkin cheesecake and handed it to her. She took it and turned to go, stopping.
"Whipped cream?" she asked, hopefully, and he smirked, handing her a container of the stuff. She smiled happily and looked around. Carter was there, sitting with her back to the teenager. Teal'la smirked, walking towards her. When she was close enough, Teal'la took her fork and put it at the base of Carter's back. "This is a stick-up." she said, in a badly imitated gangster voice. Carter jumped, and the girl grinned.
"God, Teal'la you scared me." Carter confessed, holding a hand over her heart. Teal'la smirked proudly.
"I know." she intoned proudly. "I'm planning on getting Teal'c next. Think I can do it?"
"I think he might take a swing at you before he realizes it's you." Carter warned. Teal'la nodded.
"I know that too." she said.
"Teal'la." came the base tones behind her.
With a squawk, Teal'la jumped half out of her skin, and then let her head drop onto the table with a 'thump', hand clutching the skin over her heart. Carter chuckled, shaking her head. Teal'la lifted her head after a moment and looked at Teal'c, who looked rather smug as he sat by her, bearing his own lunch.
"Touché, Teal'c." she conceded, and he nodded, eyebrow raised. "Who knew that Jaffa were excellent pranksters. You and I should work together sometime." she proposed.
"Indeed." was the reply. She smirked, contenting herself with her pie for a moment.
"I have to leave tomorrow." she said, and they looked at her. She shrugged. "Pre-arranged schedule. I go through the Stargate, stay three days, come back home, using the same code I left with."
Carter looked at Teal'c and then back at Teal'la as Daniel rolled up.
"Hey guys," he said. and was soon followed by Jack, who toted a pair of familiar boots and socks. He handed them to Teal'la, who began to don them, nodding her thanks through a mouthful of cheesecake.
They talked for the rest of the morning, until they were called for a pre- mission briefing, which Teal'la was invited to join.
And she did.
Prodigal Son...er...Daughter
Chapter Eight
Teal'la watched Jack as he watched his television, waiting for him to get comfortable. She had already removed the vent covering from the ceiling and was waiting for the proper time for her to drop through and scare the ever- living hell out of him.
When he had gotten tired of the Simpsons, he rose, crossing to his desk. Teal'la took full advantage of this opportunity, dropping through silently and waiting for him to turn around.
"O'NEILL!" she yelled, and the papers he had grabbed fell unnoticed to the floor as he grabbed his chest and leaned on the desk. Teal'la had followed the papers' example and was now rolling on the floor, laughing until tears came to her eyes. He recovered from his mini heart attack and stared at her.
After a moment, she was down to giggling madly, and looked up at him, wiping away the wetness from her face as she propped herself up on her elbows. Nothing quite as interesting as a teenaged girl with a bruised face laughing her ass off.
"You should've seen your face." she said, and tried to emulate his expression, failing as the giggles returned full force. Jack sighed, flopping back in his chair as the door opened and Janet entered, looking frantic.
"Colonel, have you see-"She stopped abruptly when she saw Teal'la, in the middle of hysterics on Jacks office floor. Teal'la gave a short, informal salute, as soon as she was able to calm down enough to keep her giggles contained.
"Hey Janet." she said, and Janet waved, first relieved, and then annoyed.
"She certainly lives up to her genetics," she muttered as she left, referring to how hard it was to keep any of them in the infirmary for *any* length of time. Teal'la snorted, sitting up and looked at O'Neill. She threw her arms wide and smirked.
"I'm better." she said, helpfully.
"I see that." he snapped. "Was it really necessary to further the progress of my gray hairs?"
She pushed her own hair behind her ears, purposely drawing his attention to the swatches of gray hair that grew in front of them.
"Yup." she answered smartly. "Sir." she added, with an impetuous smirk.
He shook his head. Then he looked at her.
"So, how you feeling?" he asked. She shrugged.
"Mending. I don't hate Daniel anymore." At least, not this one.
"Always a plus." Jack agreed. "Hs anybody else fallen victim to your practical jokes?"
"I was thinking about paying a visit to Farretti, but he might have a heart- attack." she said with a shrug. He shook his head.
"You what, wanted to scare someone and my name jumped to mind?" he asked, only slightly annoyed. "You didn't think about scaring Carter or Teal'c, or, God forbid, Hammond?"
She thought about it and shook her head.
"Nope. Besides, you deserved it. You called me a spoiled whiny pouty brat. Remember?" He groaned, rolling his eyes. She smirked, getting to her feet. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" she quipped. He looked at her.
"Watch your language." he said, tiredly. She smiled.
"So, what time is it? Passed out about three times today, lost all track of time." she said. He sighed and looked at his watch.
"Seven a.m." he replied, and she raised an eyebrow. "You were out for the whole night."
"Oh." she said, tilting her head. "Pie."
And with that rather sudden given directive, she left, walking barefooted down the stone corridors and towards the commissary, ignoring the frantic glances that she was getting from people. She was barefoot, wearing a slightly more beat up version of Jack's jacket, and no hat. People were more than a little uncomfortable.
She arrived at the commissary and headed almost immediately for the counter, smiling at the cook behind the glass. He pulled out the half empty tin of pumpkin cheesecake and handed it to her. She took it and turned to go, stopping.
"Whipped cream?" she asked, hopefully, and he smirked, handing her a container of the stuff. She smiled happily and looked around. Carter was there, sitting with her back to the teenager. Teal'la smirked, walking towards her. When she was close enough, Teal'la took her fork and put it at the base of Carter's back. "This is a stick-up." she said, in a badly imitated gangster voice. Carter jumped, and the girl grinned.
"God, Teal'la you scared me." Carter confessed, holding a hand over her heart. Teal'la smirked proudly.
"I know." she intoned proudly. "I'm planning on getting Teal'c next. Think I can do it?"
"I think he might take a swing at you before he realizes it's you." Carter warned. Teal'la nodded.
"I know that too." she said.
"Teal'la." came the base tones behind her.
With a squawk, Teal'la jumped half out of her skin, and then let her head drop onto the table with a 'thump', hand clutching the skin over her heart. Carter chuckled, shaking her head. Teal'la lifted her head after a moment and looked at Teal'c, who looked rather smug as he sat by her, bearing his own lunch.
"Touché, Teal'c." she conceded, and he nodded, eyebrow raised. "Who knew that Jaffa were excellent pranksters. You and I should work together sometime." she proposed.
"Indeed." was the reply. She smirked, contenting herself with her pie for a moment.
"I have to leave tomorrow." she said, and they looked at her. She shrugged. "Pre-arranged schedule. I go through the Stargate, stay three days, come back home, using the same code I left with."
Carter looked at Teal'c and then back at Teal'la as Daniel rolled up.
"Hey guys," he said. and was soon followed by Jack, who toted a pair of familiar boots and socks. He handed them to Teal'la, who began to don them, nodding her thanks through a mouthful of cheesecake.
They talked for the rest of the morning, until they were called for a pre- mission briefing, which Teal'la was invited to join.
And she did.