"General Hammond?" Sam said slightly in shock as she opened the door two
days later.
"Major."
"Sorry sir, please come in." Sam stepped back to let him in the door.
"Thank you." Sam started to bundle up the blanket and pillows on the couch and stack the papers, which littered the table.
"Sorry sir, the Colonel wasn't exactly expecting guests."
"So I see. Where is Jack anyway?" Hammond asked.
"I think he's taking a shower. I'll go and get him. Would you like some coffee sir?" Sam asked.
"Yes please." Sam went and put on the coffee before going and knocking on Jack's en-suite bathroom door.
"Colonel?"
"Yeah?" He called back.
"Sir, General Hammond is here." She called through the door.
"I'll be right out."
"Yes sir." Sam went back to finish making the coffee and took the General a cup. "Here you are sir, the Colonel will be right out."
"I thought you would have dispensed with the Colonel's and sirs. You've been living here almost a week."
"No sir."
"I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind if you dispensed with the formality."
"I know he wouldn't but the only times I've ever called him anything other than Colonel or sir was when Jollinar called out to him when she was trying to convince him that she was a Tok'ra and when we were trapped in Antarctica and we thought we were dying and he thought I was Sara and he was actually still trapped in an Iraqi prison. The alternate reality me's don't really count."
"I wouldn't even try George, she'll counter argue it every time." Jack said as he entered the lounge. He'd put on a pair of jeans and a loosely buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, he was rubbing his hair dry with a towel.
"How are you doing Jack?" Hammond asked.
"Fine, except these nice bright red spots."
"Good." Jack was still rubbing furiously at the back of his head and neck.
"Colonel, give me the towel." Sam said holding out her hand. Jack looked at her questioningly. "Sir, I'm not stupid I know what you're doing."
"Trying to dry my hair?" He offered.
"Colonel, you're hair is fine. You're scratching the spots on the back of your neck and in your hair. Sir, we had this conversation lots of times, so please give me the towel and stop scratching because I really don't want to have to tape the oven mitts on in front of the General."
"Fine." He handed her the towel.
"Good." She took a step closer and felt his forehead with the back of her hand. "You still have a temperature."
"Maybe because I just had a shower." He suggested.
"I don't think so. I'll get you some Tylenol and juice. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"I thought I wasn't supposed to drink coffee, Doc said something about me sleeping?"
"She did, but I don't think she wanted you to fall asleep on the General so would you like a cup?"
"Yes please."
"Sit down Colonel, and I'll get it." Sam left Jack and the General alone.
"This is what I've had to put up with the last week." Jack commented.
"It seems Sam had everything under control."
"Are we sure the academy doesn't need a new drill Sgt?"
"I think she's over qualified Jack, besides which she's a valuable asset to the SGC and SG-1."
"Are you sure she can't get transferred?" Jack said half seriously.
"I heard that sir." Sam said.
"You were meant to." He called.
"General, that science team we were talking about. I think an archaeologist and a Jaffa for security reasons would be very useful."
"You're trying to steal my whole team?" Jack accused.
"It would give Daniel longer to research his artefacts." Sam said. "I'm sure there are some very good people who would love to be to a part of SG- 1." Sam continued knowing she was riling him."
"Carter." He snapped. The General smiled knowing what she was doing.
"Sir, take your pill and drink your coffee. General, can you stay for a while I need to run to the store."
"Of course Sam. I actually need you to leave, which is why I came. I need you to go to the base, we've been having some problems with the gate, all the teams are on Earth and the gate is shut down. Sgt Siler and the maintenance teams have run diagnostics but don't have any ideas what the problem is."
"I have an idea what it is. It's something I've been expecting for a while now, which is why I wanted to do the overhaul. But I've written a new series of subroutines that should fix the problem."
"Too smart for her own good." Jack muttered.
"It's going to take at least eight hours by the time I've run all the test. General would you like me to call someone else to come and sit with the Colonel?"
"I can stay Major, Jack and I need to discuss some things anyway."
"Yes sir. General, who did you leave in charge of the base because I'll need their permission to open the gate."
"Colonel Davidson. He knows you're coming and have my permission to do what ever is needed to fix the gate. You just need to pre-warn him when you're going to open the gate."
"Yes sir." Sam proceeded to give the General some instructions before saying goodbye and leaving.
TBC
A/N: I don't have an Internet connection or for that matter my computer at the moment so I'm having to use my university's system. So more chapters won't be posted until Monday. P.S shippy moments are coming just as soon as I write them.
"Major."
"Sorry sir, please come in." Sam stepped back to let him in the door.
"Thank you." Sam started to bundle up the blanket and pillows on the couch and stack the papers, which littered the table.
"Sorry sir, the Colonel wasn't exactly expecting guests."
"So I see. Where is Jack anyway?" Hammond asked.
"I think he's taking a shower. I'll go and get him. Would you like some coffee sir?" Sam asked.
"Yes please." Sam went and put on the coffee before going and knocking on Jack's en-suite bathroom door.
"Colonel?"
"Yeah?" He called back.
"Sir, General Hammond is here." She called through the door.
"I'll be right out."
"Yes sir." Sam went back to finish making the coffee and took the General a cup. "Here you are sir, the Colonel will be right out."
"I thought you would have dispensed with the Colonel's and sirs. You've been living here almost a week."
"No sir."
"I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind if you dispensed with the formality."
"I know he wouldn't but the only times I've ever called him anything other than Colonel or sir was when Jollinar called out to him when she was trying to convince him that she was a Tok'ra and when we were trapped in Antarctica and we thought we were dying and he thought I was Sara and he was actually still trapped in an Iraqi prison. The alternate reality me's don't really count."
"I wouldn't even try George, she'll counter argue it every time." Jack said as he entered the lounge. He'd put on a pair of jeans and a loosely buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, he was rubbing his hair dry with a towel.
"How are you doing Jack?" Hammond asked.
"Fine, except these nice bright red spots."
"Good." Jack was still rubbing furiously at the back of his head and neck.
"Colonel, give me the towel." Sam said holding out her hand. Jack looked at her questioningly. "Sir, I'm not stupid I know what you're doing."
"Trying to dry my hair?" He offered.
"Colonel, you're hair is fine. You're scratching the spots on the back of your neck and in your hair. Sir, we had this conversation lots of times, so please give me the towel and stop scratching because I really don't want to have to tape the oven mitts on in front of the General."
"Fine." He handed her the towel.
"Good." She took a step closer and felt his forehead with the back of her hand. "You still have a temperature."
"Maybe because I just had a shower." He suggested.
"I don't think so. I'll get you some Tylenol and juice. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"I thought I wasn't supposed to drink coffee, Doc said something about me sleeping?"
"She did, but I don't think she wanted you to fall asleep on the General so would you like a cup?"
"Yes please."
"Sit down Colonel, and I'll get it." Sam left Jack and the General alone.
"This is what I've had to put up with the last week." Jack commented.
"It seems Sam had everything under control."
"Are we sure the academy doesn't need a new drill Sgt?"
"I think she's over qualified Jack, besides which she's a valuable asset to the SGC and SG-1."
"Are you sure she can't get transferred?" Jack said half seriously.
"I heard that sir." Sam said.
"You were meant to." He called.
"General, that science team we were talking about. I think an archaeologist and a Jaffa for security reasons would be very useful."
"You're trying to steal my whole team?" Jack accused.
"It would give Daniel longer to research his artefacts." Sam said. "I'm sure there are some very good people who would love to be to a part of SG- 1." Sam continued knowing she was riling him."
"Carter." He snapped. The General smiled knowing what she was doing.
"Sir, take your pill and drink your coffee. General, can you stay for a while I need to run to the store."
"Of course Sam. I actually need you to leave, which is why I came. I need you to go to the base, we've been having some problems with the gate, all the teams are on Earth and the gate is shut down. Sgt Siler and the maintenance teams have run diagnostics but don't have any ideas what the problem is."
"I have an idea what it is. It's something I've been expecting for a while now, which is why I wanted to do the overhaul. But I've written a new series of subroutines that should fix the problem."
"Too smart for her own good." Jack muttered.
"It's going to take at least eight hours by the time I've run all the test. General would you like me to call someone else to come and sit with the Colonel?"
"I can stay Major, Jack and I need to discuss some things anyway."
"Yes sir. General, who did you leave in charge of the base because I'll need their permission to open the gate."
"Colonel Davidson. He knows you're coming and have my permission to do what ever is needed to fix the gate. You just need to pre-warn him when you're going to open the gate."
"Yes sir." Sam proceeded to give the General some instructions before saying goodbye and leaving.
TBC
A/N: I don't have an Internet connection or for that matter my computer at the moment so I'm having to use my university's system. So more chapters won't be posted until Monday. P.S shippy moments are coming just as soon as I write them.