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"Dr. Frasier!" Dr. Frasier looked up from her desk at the sound of her name and . . . what? I'm running out of strange moods to put people in. What shall Dr. Frasier do?
Uhhhh, her lower lip trembled. There we go!
"Dr. Frasier, are you feeling unwell?" Teal'c asked.
She shook her head bravely at Daniel and Teal'c, who were standing in the door to her office. "I'm fine."
"You do not appear to be Dr. Frasier," Teal'c said.
"Well, I am," she insisted.
"You want pizza?" Daniel was oblivious to the fact that Dr. Frasier was near tears.
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes," she resumed staring at the blank legal pad in front of her.
"We've got a lot of it."
Dr. Frasier ignored him.
"She does not want any DanielJackson."
"We have to find SOMEONE to eat it, it's already getting cold."
"She does not want any!"
"Are you sure, Janet?"
Dr. Frasier jumped slightly at the sound of her first name. "What?" she asked, looking at them confused.
"Are you sure you don't want any pizza?"
"Yes."
"It's plain old pizza, there's lots of it, all from Jack's second favorite pizza place," Daniel sounded oh-so excited about it.
"I have work to do," Dr. Frasier said. "If you haven't noticed we're all under the influence—pizza! You went off base! We're under quarantine! Do you have any idea what that means? High and mighty SG-1 breaking the rules again. Don't you think you should take a moment and think about other people for a change?"
Daniel tried to stop her tirade, to make an excuse. It was impossible, she simply talked over him, which Daniel did not appreciate at all, he began to rant right back at her.
"You want the whole base to starve to death? The food in the commissary's all gone bad—"he didn't know this for a fact, but, he didn't really care.
"We don't know what this virus can do! It might be deadly—"
"You said we should just let it run its course, you want the whole SGC dead—?"
"It could become more dangerous if it spread. We don't know what the long-term effects are. If—"Dr. Frasier was shouting at the top of her lungs.
"You're overreacting, we were careful. We had Teal'c along he wouldn't—"Daniel's face was beginning to get red.
"You're just too good for the rest of us aren't you? Earth's flag team, you don't have to follow the rules the rest of—"
"You know how many times the earth would have been destroyed if we DID play by the rules? The Goa'uld would be on you in a snap and we wouldn't be there because—"
"You're all alike, think about your own glory before the needs of others. It would—"
Teal'c found this exchange—well, it wasn't an exchange because neither of them was listening to a word the other was saying but . . . anyway, Teal'c found it amusing for a little while, now it was just annoying, after attempting to intervene twice he turned on his heel and strode out of Dr. Frasier's office.
"I should—"Daniel stopped abruptly, "Hey! Teal'c! I'll be back," he said, glaring at Dr. Frasier and then ran after Teal'c. "We're supposed to stick together," Daniel's voice trailed off down the hallway.
Dr. Frasier smiled grimly to herself and began scribbling on her legal pad.
Jack stared at her blankly.
"You stay here," Sam said and snuck down the hall toward the Sergeant. She couldn't say why—of course, at this point no one could—but she felt that they needed to surprise Sergeant Siler, if they didn't sneak up on him he might disappear.
"Carter!" Jack called. "Do you really think you should be giving me orders?"
"Damn," Carter muttered, and then realized that Siler seemed oblivious to O'Neill's call, maybe there was still a chance.
She continued creeping toward him, at a few feet away she reached down to pull out her Zat and was reminded that she didn't have one. "Crap." This was not going at all like she'd hoped.
Jack shook his head, he wasn't sure what Carter was trying to do but he knew it wasn't working. He sighed and trotted down the corridor, "Sergeant Siler! You want some pizza?"
Siler was still oblivious to the fact that either of them was there.
"Sh!" Carter snapped.
"Aw, leave him alone. Siler!"
Siler jumped. "Sir!"
Carter humphed and leaned against the wall sulkily.
"You want some pizza?"
"Pizza, sir?"
"Yeah, there's some in the commissary."
Siler looked at the two of them puzzled, "Where'd it come from sir?"
"Little green men."
"The Asgard brought us pizza?"
"The Asgard are gray, Sergeant."
"You've called them green before," Carter snapped.
"I have not!" Jack sounded sincerely offended.
Carter shook her head in exasperation and stared at the ceiling.
"Where did it come from? Sir," Siler asked again, Carter and O'Neill were being even more confusing than usual.
"'Pete's'," Jack said. "It won't bite, Siler."
"Why would it bite, sir?"
"Siler, do you want pizza or not?"
"Yes, sir, I would."
"Alright!" Jack crowed. "Point one for the home team." Clapping Siler on the back he headed him toward the commissary. Carter slunk along behind them.