SGC Gate Room 0900 Hours

Jack O'Neill stood in the gate-room waiting impatiently for the gate to burst in the life and restrained the desire to surreptitiously rub his backside. Funny how the Doc had decided they were all due for a bunch of inoculations today. Suspicious how administering all of them seemed to require him dropping his pants. Why the hell couldn't she just stick him in the arm like a normal person? He gingerly shifted his weight from one leg to the other and winced.

'Ow.'

If he'd known about this earlier, he'd have left it to the last possible second before heading up for his pre-mission exam. Maybe next year he'd hide all her needles. Let her try and jab him in the ass then… He looked over at the rest of his team. Daniel and Carter were looking just as uncomfortable as him and Teal'c – well, he looked as stoic as always. Of course he'd been and gone by the time they'd sobered up enough to show their faces in the infirmary.

He narrowed his eyes in thought. Maybe Teal'c and the Doc were working together. Yeah, wouldn't surprise him…she was still bitter about the mysteriously disappearing pen-light incident, two years ago. He shifted his weight back again and cringed. One thing was for sure, there wouldn't be many sit-down rest breaks on this trip.

"Chevron seven locked!"

Davis' voice intruded on his thoughts and he looked up in time to see the gate engage. The wormhole formed with it's obligatory kawoosh! Spilling out into the middle of the room in a turbulent swirl of blue and white, before snapping back to shimmer sedately in the centre of the gate.

Jack grinned. That never got old. He looked up at the control room, awaiting the word before heading through. The intercom clicked on, there was a moment's hesitation, then his CO's voice echoed throughout the gate-room.

"SG-1 you have a go."

Jack waved a lazy salute in acknowledgement and stepped onto the ramp.

"Let's go, campers!"

Back in the control room, General Hammond watched them vanish through the wormhole with a small amount of trepidation. He'd been in two minds as to whether or not he should let them go. The thought that the base was probably safer with them several million miles away right now, had clinched it. Jack was an accomplished team leader. He wouldn't let any high-jinks endanger the mission. Hammond was confident. Absolutely. Besides, how much trouble could they possibly find on a deserted planet?

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