So, after I wrote this I realized Hammond's acting exactly like he
does in 'The Gamekeeper' and that's not really even Hammond, but, well,
they're supposed to be acting weird, right? I own nothing, please review.
They had reached the base without much more fuss and were making their way triumphantly toward the commissary. Well, Jack was feeling rather triumphant, as was Sam, Daniel was being moody again and Teal'c was on the verge of frustration.
The halls of the SGC were eerily quiet, there were a few people scattered randomly about the complex, sitting, or lying, or wandering around aimlessly. Jack and Sam's triumphant moods were quickly dissipating. Jack offered pizza to who ever looked in need of cheering up, most of it was refused.
By the time they reached the commissary Jack felt like he was in some cheap zombie movie and each person they saw was likely to lunge at them and try to dismember him. Sam was sure that they hadn't been careful enough when getting the pizza and had somehow managed to infect all of Colorado Springs and soon the entire world would be overcome by random mood swings. Daniel didn't have any specific scenarios playing through his head, he was just sure things were bad. The fact that the pizza was beginning to get cold did not help matters at all.
The commissary was as quiet as the rest of the SGC. And the nine boxes Teal'c set on the table looked forlorn and out of place.
"Looks like we're gonna have to round people up," Jack said. "Sam you're with me, Teal'c you and Daniel check the lower levels, we'll get the upper ones." Jack knew they'd cover more ground if all four of them split up but he didn't want to come across someone who really WAS a zombie and find himself alone. So what if it took them a little longer? The worst that could happen was that the pizza became inedible, that would be pretty bad, but not as bad as being slowly masticated by a zombie. As soon as Carter and O'Neill turned their second corner they came across General Hammond.
"Sir!" Sam called.
Hammond jumped and whirled around. "You shouldn't sneak up on a superior officer Major Carter!"
"We weren't sneaking. Sir," Jack said.
"Are you defending her?" Hammond growled. "I could have you both court-martialed!"
Jack was not in a mood to put up with this. "Sir, are you hungry?"
"Hungry? Colonel O'Neill what are you suggesting?"
"We just got some pizza, thought you might like some."
"Did you violate base quarantine?" Hammond demanded.
"No sir. We had Teal'c do it for us."
"You allowed Teal'c off base?" Hammond was shocked, neither Jack nor Sam were exactly sure why.
"Yes . . . sir," Carter looked at him confused.
"No one is supposed to leave the base! We are under quarantine!"
"But Teal'c's unaffected."
"He could still be a carrier!"
"But he's not," Sam said patiently, (she seems to have a knack for that).
"He could be," Hammond insisted.
"But he's not."
"But he could be." Hammond was not in a mood to be contradicted.
"But he's not."
"How do you know that Major?" Hammond demanded. Jack began to wonder idly how much longer it would be 'till that vein on the General's head exploded.
"I think Doctor Fraiser would have told us if he was."
"She's in not in any better condition than either of you are."
"I think you're much worse off than us," Jack said.
"What are you insinuating, Colonel?" It would blow any minute now.
Jack sighed, a long drawn out sigh. "Do you want any pizza? Sir."
"Colonel—"
"Yes or no. It's not a hard question."
"You are coming very—"
"Alright! No! That's all you need to say."
"Do you have any idea—"
"That's it! Come on Carter. Let's see if we can find Sergeant Davis." Jack and Sam turned their back on General Hammond and continued down the hallway.
Hammond glared at their receding backs until they were lost from view.
*
Daniel and Teal'c found Sergeant Davis first. (I like him, okay? 'Sides the fact that I feel bad for him, I mean, 'Chevron one encoded . . . chevron two encoded.' And sometimes he doesn't even get to say that! Sorry, back to the plot, if you can call it that.) So, Daniel and Teal'c ran into Sergeant Davis, literally. He shrieked and darted off.
"Bit of an over-reaction, don't you think?" Daniel said. Teal'c was already in hot pursuit. "But then that's even more of one," Daniel muttered and trotted after Teal'c.
Teal'c quickly caught up with Sergeant Davis and placed a hand on his arm, easily restraining him.
Daniel arrived a moment later, "Well, that was needless."
"O'Neill told us to collect people."
"For what?" Davis asked, his voice quavering.
Teal'c simply raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to flinch.
"For pizza," Daniel assured him.
"What kind of pizza?" Sergeant Davis did not sound assured.
"Plain," Daniel said, glaring at Teal'c. "Nine PLAIN pizzas."
"Do I have too?"
"Yes."
"No." Daniel was still glaring. "Do whatever the hell you want." And he stormed off down the hallway.
Sergeant Davis stared after him and then glanced nervously at Teal'c.
"DanielJackson!" Teal'c called. Daniel ignored him. "We were told to stick together."
"Dr. Jackson!" Davis cried.
Daniel stopped mid-stride. Could he really leave the sergeant to contend with Teal'c alone?
He whirled around. "Teal'c, come on. Sergeant Davis, it's in the commissary if you change your mind."
"What's in the commissary?"
"The pizza, Davis, the pizza. Come ON Teal'c!"
Teal'c glared at Sergeant Davis once more and then jogged after Daniel.
Davis looked around hastily, trying not to shake. That was the longest he'd ever spent with Teal'c, besides the times he had to ride the elevator with him. But this had been much, much more nerve-wracking.
He looked around once more and then decided to go to the commissary, maybe Major Carter would be there and she could protect him.
(See, he's got feelings too!)
They had reached the base without much more fuss and were making their way triumphantly toward the commissary. Well, Jack was feeling rather triumphant, as was Sam, Daniel was being moody again and Teal'c was on the verge of frustration.
The halls of the SGC were eerily quiet, there were a few people scattered randomly about the complex, sitting, or lying, or wandering around aimlessly. Jack and Sam's triumphant moods were quickly dissipating. Jack offered pizza to who ever looked in need of cheering up, most of it was refused.
By the time they reached the commissary Jack felt like he was in some cheap zombie movie and each person they saw was likely to lunge at them and try to dismember him. Sam was sure that they hadn't been careful enough when getting the pizza and had somehow managed to infect all of Colorado Springs and soon the entire world would be overcome by random mood swings. Daniel didn't have any specific scenarios playing through his head, he was just sure things were bad. The fact that the pizza was beginning to get cold did not help matters at all.
The commissary was as quiet as the rest of the SGC. And the nine boxes Teal'c set on the table looked forlorn and out of place.
"Looks like we're gonna have to round people up," Jack said. "Sam you're with me, Teal'c you and Daniel check the lower levels, we'll get the upper ones." Jack knew they'd cover more ground if all four of them split up but he didn't want to come across someone who really WAS a zombie and find himself alone. So what if it took them a little longer? The worst that could happen was that the pizza became inedible, that would be pretty bad, but not as bad as being slowly masticated by a zombie. As soon as Carter and O'Neill turned their second corner they came across General Hammond.
"Sir!" Sam called.
Hammond jumped and whirled around. "You shouldn't sneak up on a superior officer Major Carter!"
"We weren't sneaking. Sir," Jack said.
"Are you defending her?" Hammond growled. "I could have you both court-martialed!"
Jack was not in a mood to put up with this. "Sir, are you hungry?"
"Hungry? Colonel O'Neill what are you suggesting?"
"We just got some pizza, thought you might like some."
"Did you violate base quarantine?" Hammond demanded.
"No sir. We had Teal'c do it for us."
"You allowed Teal'c off base?" Hammond was shocked, neither Jack nor Sam were exactly sure why.
"Yes . . . sir," Carter looked at him confused.
"No one is supposed to leave the base! We are under quarantine!"
"But Teal'c's unaffected."
"He could still be a carrier!"
"But he's not," Sam said patiently, (she seems to have a knack for that).
"He could be," Hammond insisted.
"But he's not."
"But he could be." Hammond was not in a mood to be contradicted.
"But he's not."
"How do you know that Major?" Hammond demanded. Jack began to wonder idly how much longer it would be 'till that vein on the General's head exploded.
"I think Doctor Fraiser would have told us if he was."
"She's in not in any better condition than either of you are."
"I think you're much worse off than us," Jack said.
"What are you insinuating, Colonel?" It would blow any minute now.
Jack sighed, a long drawn out sigh. "Do you want any pizza? Sir."
"Colonel—"
"Yes or no. It's not a hard question."
"You are coming very—"
"Alright! No! That's all you need to say."
"Do you have any idea—"
"That's it! Come on Carter. Let's see if we can find Sergeant Davis." Jack and Sam turned their back on General Hammond and continued down the hallway.
Hammond glared at their receding backs until they were lost from view.
*
Daniel and Teal'c found Sergeant Davis first. (I like him, okay? 'Sides the fact that I feel bad for him, I mean, 'Chevron one encoded . . . chevron two encoded.' And sometimes he doesn't even get to say that! Sorry, back to the plot, if you can call it that.) So, Daniel and Teal'c ran into Sergeant Davis, literally. He shrieked and darted off.
"Bit of an over-reaction, don't you think?" Daniel said. Teal'c was already in hot pursuit. "But then that's even more of one," Daniel muttered and trotted after Teal'c.
Teal'c quickly caught up with Sergeant Davis and placed a hand on his arm, easily restraining him.
Daniel arrived a moment later, "Well, that was needless."
"O'Neill told us to collect people."
"For what?" Davis asked, his voice quavering.
Teal'c simply raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to flinch.
"For pizza," Daniel assured him.
"What kind of pizza?" Sergeant Davis did not sound assured.
"Plain," Daniel said, glaring at Teal'c. "Nine PLAIN pizzas."
"Do I have too?"
"Yes."
"No." Daniel was still glaring. "Do whatever the hell you want." And he stormed off down the hallway.
Sergeant Davis stared after him and then glanced nervously at Teal'c.
"DanielJackson!" Teal'c called. Daniel ignored him. "We were told to stick together."
"Dr. Jackson!" Davis cried.
Daniel stopped mid-stride. Could he really leave the sergeant to contend with Teal'c alone?
He whirled around. "Teal'c, come on. Sergeant Davis, it's in the commissary if you change your mind."
"What's in the commissary?"
"The pizza, Davis, the pizza. Come ON Teal'c!"
Teal'c glared at Sergeant Davis once more and then jogged after Daniel.
Davis looked around hastily, trying not to shake. That was the longest he'd ever spent with Teal'c, besides the times he had to ride the elevator with him. But this had been much, much more nerve-wracking.
He looked around once more and then decided to go to the commissary, maybe Major Carter would be there and she could protect him.
(See, he's got feelings too!)