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"Woah," Jack said. "I didn't realize there were this many people on base." Which, may I remind you, is a reasonable thing to say, because most of the SG teams were off looking for the Tok'ra-leader-person.
The Commissary almost looked busy. Both Dr. Fraiser and General Hammond had taken it upon themselves (after yet another mood-swing) to round up people as well, so whoever SG-1 hadn't gotten to was there anyway.
Siler sniffed, caught the scent of pizza and darted towards the center of the room.
"Hey!" Jack shouted, Siler continued on, heedless.
The nine boxes of pizza had already been started, and were about half gone. This annoyed Jack, and he was about to say something about it when Sergeant Davis came rushing over. "Thank god you're here, keep an eye out for Teal'c. He's in a strange mood."
"That's weird," Sam said.
Davis looked at her puzzled.
"He's the one who's supposed to be unaffected."
Davis shrugged, and inched even closer to Sam as Daniel and Teal'c appeared in the doorway.
Teal'c looked impressed, (at least for Teal'c) and Daniel glared. "They started without us?"
"That's what I was going to say!" Jack said.
"That hardly seems fair," Daniel responded.
"You'd think after we went to all this work."
"They'd at least offer us the first slice."
"Left the base and managed not to get anyone infected."
Sam tried to interject, "We don't know that for sure—"
Daniel picked up where Jack had left off, "Used OUR money to get the pizza."
"And then we were kind enough to share it," Jack said.
"Made sure everyone got a slice."
This time it was Teal'c's turn to argue the point. "You left Dr. Fraiser in her office without—"
Jack wouldn't let him finish, "And even considered toppings before deciding to pick something everyone would enjoy."
Sam frowned, "Actually Teal'c was the one who picked the toppings—"
Daniel nodded at Jack and added, "We could've just stayed in the isolation room."
"Where THEY put us."
"The people now enjoying the fruits of our labor."
"They didn't think to wait," Daniel shook his head, sounding truly dismayed.
Teal'c tried again to interject, "It was getting cold. If they had—"
There was no way Jack was going to let him ruin their rather enjoyable self-righteous frustration, "It would have been the least they could do."
The four of them most likely would have continued on like this until another mood-swing hit them, but at that point General Hammond walked up.
"SG-1, I commend you on a job well done. It really was a rather brilliant idea, wasn't it?"
Jack beamed, "Yes sir, it was."
"Thank you, Colonel."
"Your wel—wait, what?"
"Thank you. I'm proud of my idea."
Jack glared. "YOUR idea?"
"Yes."
Carter had witnessed the same—oh, alright, ALMOST the same—exchange less than an hour earlier, was he going to threaten court-martial again? Sam didn't want to wait and see. "Sir, I've been meaning to discuss with you the allocation of missions to the SG teams," she said swiftly, grabbing General Hammond's elbow and leading him away from Jack.
Jack glared after Hammond. "No one is showing any appreciation for what we went through."
"Horrible traffic," Daniel said, beginning the criticism anew.
"Unhelpful employees," that was Teal'c, he had succumbed, joining their rant.
Jack and Daniel grinned at him and the three of them went to join Sam at the half-eaten pizza . . . and the camera pulls back to show everyone in the commissary, happy and sated, at least, until the virus runs its course, everything returns to normal and things start going wrong again.
Well, thanks for reading! See you next time—whenever that is.
"Woah," Jack said. "I didn't realize there were this many people on base." Which, may I remind you, is a reasonable thing to say, because most of the SG teams were off looking for the Tok'ra-leader-person.
The Commissary almost looked busy. Both Dr. Fraiser and General Hammond had taken it upon themselves (after yet another mood-swing) to round up people as well, so whoever SG-1 hadn't gotten to was there anyway.
Siler sniffed, caught the scent of pizza and darted towards the center of the room.
"Hey!" Jack shouted, Siler continued on, heedless.
The nine boxes of pizza had already been started, and were about half gone. This annoyed Jack, and he was about to say something about it when Sergeant Davis came rushing over. "Thank god you're here, keep an eye out for Teal'c. He's in a strange mood."
"That's weird," Sam said.
Davis looked at her puzzled.
"He's the one who's supposed to be unaffected."
Davis shrugged, and inched even closer to Sam as Daniel and Teal'c appeared in the doorway.
Teal'c looked impressed, (at least for Teal'c) and Daniel glared. "They started without us?"
"That's what I was going to say!" Jack said.
"That hardly seems fair," Daniel responded.
"You'd think after we went to all this work."
"They'd at least offer us the first slice."
"Left the base and managed not to get anyone infected."
Sam tried to interject, "We don't know that for sure—"
Daniel picked up where Jack had left off, "Used OUR money to get the pizza."
"And then we were kind enough to share it," Jack said.
"Made sure everyone got a slice."
This time it was Teal'c's turn to argue the point. "You left Dr. Fraiser in her office without—"
Jack wouldn't let him finish, "And even considered toppings before deciding to pick something everyone would enjoy."
Sam frowned, "Actually Teal'c was the one who picked the toppings—"
Daniel nodded at Jack and added, "We could've just stayed in the isolation room."
"Where THEY put us."
"The people now enjoying the fruits of our labor."
"They didn't think to wait," Daniel shook his head, sounding truly dismayed.
Teal'c tried again to interject, "It was getting cold. If they had—"
There was no way Jack was going to let him ruin their rather enjoyable self-righteous frustration, "It would have been the least they could do."
The four of them most likely would have continued on like this until another mood-swing hit them, but at that point General Hammond walked up.
"SG-1, I commend you on a job well done. It really was a rather brilliant idea, wasn't it?"
Jack beamed, "Yes sir, it was."
"Thank you, Colonel."
"Your wel—wait, what?"
"Thank you. I'm proud of my idea."
Jack glared. "YOUR idea?"
"Yes."
Carter had witnessed the same—oh, alright, ALMOST the same—exchange less than an hour earlier, was he going to threaten court-martial again? Sam didn't want to wait and see. "Sir, I've been meaning to discuss with you the allocation of missions to the SG teams," she said swiftly, grabbing General Hammond's elbow and leading him away from Jack.
Jack glared after Hammond. "No one is showing any appreciation for what we went through."
"Horrible traffic," Daniel said, beginning the criticism anew.
"Unhelpful employees," that was Teal'c, he had succumbed, joining their rant.
Jack and Daniel grinned at him and the three of them went to join Sam at the half-eaten pizza . . . and the camera pulls back to show everyone in the commissary, happy and sated, at least, until the virus runs its course, everything returns to normal and things start going wrong again.
Well, thanks for reading! See you next time—whenever that is.