SGC Infirmary, 0800 Hours
"Well Teal'c, I can't find a thing wrong with you," Doctor Janet Frasier said, at the end of his examination.
Teal'c's eyebrows drew together in a dark look.
"I did not believe that you would, Doctor Frasier. Jaffa do not suffer from excessive flatulence."
Janet's lips twitched as she struggled not to laugh. She shot a quick look down at her hands as she removed her sterile gloves.
"If you ask me, Teal'c, I think you've been on the receiving end of one Colonel's O'Neill's little jokes."
Teal'c bowed his head in acknowledgement.
"It would appear that way."
"So…" Janet said carefully, pursing her lips. "What are you going to do?"
Visions of the security camera footage from last year popped into her head. The sight of Colonel O'Neill walking the length of the SGC - from his office to the SG team locker rooms - in order to pick up a spare pair of BDUs, wearing nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of cartoon boxers, was...memorable…to say the least.
The footage of him climbing out of his original set of BDU's whilst they were super-glued to the chair in his office, had never been made public. Thanks in part, to some judicious bribery on the Colonel's behalf. Unfortunately for him, but happily for the rest of the SGC, he'd overlooked extending said bribe to include the section of tape which showed the walk from his office to the locker room.
Teal'c gave her a grave look, a little smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
"Doctor Frasier, I require your assistance."
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