.
Each time she woke up she was momentarily confused and wasn't sure where she was. The events of the past two weeks were muddled in her pain and drug-filled mind.
They would patiently re-explain to her that she was back in the SGC infirmary. She would stare at them with a puzzled, quizzical look, but then she'd lie back and it was obvious that she'd simply decided to trust them.
====o0o==== End Part 15 ====o0o====
.
Part 16: The Timeline
.
The task forces had wrapped up their work, compiled their reports and finished the timelines. Including the one for a certain Major. The official broad-scale timeline had been copied and included in various reports in professional fashion. And, General Hammond was very, very proud of what the men and women under his command had accomplished in such a short time. He grimaced whenever he realized that the committee members and bureaucrats above him would not truly be able to fathom the heroism and dedication of those who currently served at the SGC.
That special timeline, for one certain Major, had also been copied and transformed into professional graphics for inclusion in her reports and the reports that pertained to her actions.
For now, however, Hammond was in the briefing room, perusing the overwritten timelines that had compiled and collaged and merged into the cacophony of printed and scrawled notes and inserts on the now-crowded white-board.
Amazing.
He shook his head and thanked the heavens above that events had ended favorably.
Amazing.
"Sir?" O'Neill entered the briefing room and came to stand at the General's side.
"Jack," Hammond replied informally from his reverie.
"Pretty mind-blowing, isn't it, sir?" Jack asked him with a grin and a raise of his eyebrows that said 'Whacha gonna do, but go with the flow?'
"Yes, son… mind-blowing… couldn't have put it better myself," Hammond shook his head and allowed a small grin of his own.
"Sir, I know that the task-forces are finished and most of the reports are written…, but, I was hoping to keep this," and he gestured at the overwritten whiteboard, "until Carter can see it?"
"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem, Colonel," Hammond continued staring at the board. "I was actually thinking that we may need a new whiteboard in here, Colonel. I think that this one is no longer useable…What do you think?"
He looked at his CO solemnly, "Sir, I believe that you are correct. These dry-erase pens only erase cleanly if the 'ink' is removed within 10 minutes or so of application. This ink has been here for weeks… and has undoubtedly permanently bonded with the whiteboard surface. Even if the ink does come off, there will undoubtedly be that nasty 'after-image' effect wherever the ink was."
Hammond looked at his 2IC in disbelief. Did that oration just come from O'Neill?
And Jack was grinning at his CO mischievously, "Just trying to fill a little of Carter's shoes while she's not able to, sir."
"You know full well that Major Carter would never have gone on about dry erase makers and whiteboards," Hammond admonished Jack with a grin and a shake of his head. "I think that you just miss teasing her… and, you know, it's really not fair to be teasing her when she's not here to defend herself…"
O'Neill tried to look chastised, but failed miserably, "I'm just glad that she's going to be OK, sir."
"Same here, son," Hammond agreed. "Same here."
And he looked back at the whiteboard.
And he decided.
They would not erase it.
They would 'retire' this board.
And keep it as a record and as a tribute to what had been accomplished… and a tribute to those who'd made the sacrifices to ensure success.
.
====o0o==== End Part 16 ====o0o====
.
Each time she woke up she was momentarily confused and wasn't sure where she was. The events of the past two weeks were muddled in her pain and drug-filled mind.
They would patiently re-explain to her that she was back in the SGC infirmary. She would stare at them with a puzzled, quizzical look, but then she'd lie back and it was obvious that she'd simply decided to trust them.
====o0o==== End Part 15 ====o0o====
.
Part 16: The Timeline
.
The task forces had wrapped up their work, compiled their reports and finished the timelines. Including the one for a certain Major. The official broad-scale timeline had been copied and included in various reports in professional fashion. And, General Hammond was very, very proud of what the men and women under his command had accomplished in such a short time. He grimaced whenever he realized that the committee members and bureaucrats above him would not truly be able to fathom the heroism and dedication of those who currently served at the SGC.
That special timeline, for one certain Major, had also been copied and transformed into professional graphics for inclusion in her reports and the reports that pertained to her actions.
For now, however, Hammond was in the briefing room, perusing the overwritten timelines that had compiled and collaged and merged into the cacophony of printed and scrawled notes and inserts on the now-crowded white-board.
Amazing.
He shook his head and thanked the heavens above that events had ended favorably.
Amazing.
"Sir?" O'Neill entered the briefing room and came to stand at the General's side.
"Jack," Hammond replied informally from his reverie.
"Pretty mind-blowing, isn't it, sir?" Jack asked him with a grin and a raise of his eyebrows that said 'Whacha gonna do, but go with the flow?'
"Yes, son… mind-blowing… couldn't have put it better myself," Hammond shook his head and allowed a small grin of his own.
"Sir, I know that the task-forces are finished and most of the reports are written…, but, I was hoping to keep this," and he gestured at the overwritten whiteboard, "until Carter can see it?"
"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem, Colonel," Hammond continued staring at the board. "I was actually thinking that we may need a new whiteboard in here, Colonel. I think that this one is no longer useable…What do you think?"
He looked at his CO solemnly, "Sir, I believe that you are correct. These dry-erase pens only erase cleanly if the 'ink' is removed within 10 minutes or so of application. This ink has been here for weeks… and has undoubtedly permanently bonded with the whiteboard surface. Even if the ink does come off, there will undoubtedly be that nasty 'after-image' effect wherever the ink was."
Hammond looked at his 2IC in disbelief. Did that oration just come from O'Neill?
And Jack was grinning at his CO mischievously, "Just trying to fill a little of Carter's shoes while she's not able to, sir."
"You know full well that Major Carter would never have gone on about dry erase makers and whiteboards," Hammond admonished Jack with a grin and a shake of his head. "I think that you just miss teasing her… and, you know, it's really not fair to be teasing her when she's not here to defend herself…"
O'Neill tried to look chastised, but failed miserably, "I'm just glad that she's going to be OK, sir."
"Same here, son," Hammond agreed. "Same here."
And he looked back at the whiteboard.
And he decided.
They would not erase it.
They would 'retire' this board.
And keep it as a record and as a tribute to what had been accomplished… and a tribute to those who'd made the sacrifices to ensure success.
.
====o0o==== End Part 16 ====o0o====
.