"Come in." Dr Lowell called as Sam knocked on the door. "Hello Sam please
come in and sit down."
"Hello Emily, it's been a while."
"Umm. Can I ask you a question before we start?"
"Sure." Sam asked hesitantly.
"What is it you do here exactly? I mean I've had a guard since I've got here and I'm not allowed anywhere further down the mountain."
"Apart from telling you we analysis deep space radar telemetry the rest is highly classified."
"I have high clearance."
"Emily you're clearance would never be high enough trust me. Just accept deep space radar telemetry as your answer."
"Okay. This is an interesting office, must belong to an interesting man."
"Interesting one would be one way of describing him."
"What's Colonel O'Neill like?"
"A big kid most of the time, but he's always aware of his surroundings and knows how to take control of a situation and make people listen to him. He's well respected; he has good values and doesn't like paperwork or being in the infirmary. He's good at what he does and he doesn't take people screwing up well. He doesn't like my doohickeys or technobabble or history. He likes fishing and his Game boy and hockey and barbeques and he's good with kids."
"Doohickeys or technobabble?"
"Doohickeys are Colonel O'Neill's term for my scientific instruments and gadgets, it's stuck and technobabble is his term for any form of scientific explanation. But you're not here to talk about Colonel O'Neill." Sam explained.
"No, I'm not."
"You're here because General Hammond is concern after I had an overly emotional day yesterday and suggested I might as for a transfer back to the Pentagon. He wants you to access my mental state." She continued.
"Yes." Emily confirmed.
"I suppose he's got a point. We'd better get started."
~
The red light started to flash in Jack's office an hour later. Sam waited for half a second before realising they wouldn't make an announcement with someone without clearance to hear about it.
"Emily, I've got to go stay here we'll finish this later." Sam got to.
"Sam, we're still talking."
"That light means I'll be needed. Stay here, I'll have an SF standard guard, if you need anything just ask." Sam opened the door to crashed into Jack. "Sorry sir."
"Carter, they need you in the."
"I'm just going sir. I'll get an SF to."
"Hammond asked me to stay."
"Yes sir. I'd better make introductions. Dr Emily Lowell, Colonel Jack O'Neill. She likes your office sir. Excuse me." Sam ran off in the direction of the control room.
"How does she know she's needed?" Emily asked as Jack closed the door.
"Red light." He pointed to the light. "When it flashes it usually means she's needed for something, she's good at fixing most of the problems round here. Some of the software she designed herself so she's the expert."
"Would you like your chair back Colonel?" Emily asked.
"No stay where you are, I just need to get something out my desk drawer." He lent over and took out his yoyo out and started playing with it." Emily watched him. "Are you going to say something or are you just going to watch? Or are you going analyse me?"
"Would you like me too?" Emily offered.
"No. I have enough problems with Mackenzie."
"Sam described you pretty well."
"Really what did she say?" Jack asked intrigued.
"Sorry Colonel that falls under Dr / patient confidentiality."
"She told you I'm a big kid."
"I can't comment on that. I can tell you she respects you."
"It's nice to know your girlfriend will respect you in the morning." Jack joked. Emily raised an eyebrow. "She didn't tell you about that then."
"No. You are aware it's against Air Force Regulation."
"Not here it's not."
"Really and why would that be?"
"Because it says so in the regulation handbook. Look Dr Livet."
"Lowell. Emily." She corrected.
"Whatever. Don't go fishing for information or we'll have to kill you. This place is so classified that everyone is watched when they leave."
"You're not serious?"
"No, I'm not serious, but don't fish for information about the base, we don't take well to it."
"So would you like to talk about your reasoning for calling Sam's scientific equipment doohickeys?"
"You know how much of that stuff she has. My job doesn't require me to know what it does or what it's called so the technical definition of doohickeys covers it."
"I see." Emily nodded.
TBC
"Hello Emily, it's been a while."
"Umm. Can I ask you a question before we start?"
"Sure." Sam asked hesitantly.
"What is it you do here exactly? I mean I've had a guard since I've got here and I'm not allowed anywhere further down the mountain."
"Apart from telling you we analysis deep space radar telemetry the rest is highly classified."
"I have high clearance."
"Emily you're clearance would never be high enough trust me. Just accept deep space radar telemetry as your answer."
"Okay. This is an interesting office, must belong to an interesting man."
"Interesting one would be one way of describing him."
"What's Colonel O'Neill like?"
"A big kid most of the time, but he's always aware of his surroundings and knows how to take control of a situation and make people listen to him. He's well respected; he has good values and doesn't like paperwork or being in the infirmary. He's good at what he does and he doesn't take people screwing up well. He doesn't like my doohickeys or technobabble or history. He likes fishing and his Game boy and hockey and barbeques and he's good with kids."
"Doohickeys or technobabble?"
"Doohickeys are Colonel O'Neill's term for my scientific instruments and gadgets, it's stuck and technobabble is his term for any form of scientific explanation. But you're not here to talk about Colonel O'Neill." Sam explained.
"No, I'm not."
"You're here because General Hammond is concern after I had an overly emotional day yesterday and suggested I might as for a transfer back to the Pentagon. He wants you to access my mental state." She continued.
"Yes." Emily confirmed.
"I suppose he's got a point. We'd better get started."
~
The red light started to flash in Jack's office an hour later. Sam waited for half a second before realising they wouldn't make an announcement with someone without clearance to hear about it.
"Emily, I've got to go stay here we'll finish this later." Sam got to.
"Sam, we're still talking."
"That light means I'll be needed. Stay here, I'll have an SF standard guard, if you need anything just ask." Sam opened the door to crashed into Jack. "Sorry sir."
"Carter, they need you in the."
"I'm just going sir. I'll get an SF to."
"Hammond asked me to stay."
"Yes sir. I'd better make introductions. Dr Emily Lowell, Colonel Jack O'Neill. She likes your office sir. Excuse me." Sam ran off in the direction of the control room.
"How does she know she's needed?" Emily asked as Jack closed the door.
"Red light." He pointed to the light. "When it flashes it usually means she's needed for something, she's good at fixing most of the problems round here. Some of the software she designed herself so she's the expert."
"Would you like your chair back Colonel?" Emily asked.
"No stay where you are, I just need to get something out my desk drawer." He lent over and took out his yoyo out and started playing with it." Emily watched him. "Are you going to say something or are you just going to watch? Or are you going analyse me?"
"Would you like me too?" Emily offered.
"No. I have enough problems with Mackenzie."
"Sam described you pretty well."
"Really what did she say?" Jack asked intrigued.
"Sorry Colonel that falls under Dr / patient confidentiality."
"She told you I'm a big kid."
"I can't comment on that. I can tell you she respects you."
"It's nice to know your girlfriend will respect you in the morning." Jack joked. Emily raised an eyebrow. "She didn't tell you about that then."
"No. You are aware it's against Air Force Regulation."
"Not here it's not."
"Really and why would that be?"
"Because it says so in the regulation handbook. Look Dr Livet."
"Lowell. Emily." She corrected.
"Whatever. Don't go fishing for information or we'll have to kill you. This place is so classified that everyone is watched when they leave."
"You're not serious?"
"No, I'm not serious, but don't fish for information about the base, we don't take well to it."
"So would you like to talk about your reasoning for calling Sam's scientific equipment doohickeys?"
"You know how much of that stuff she has. My job doesn't require me to know what it does or what it's called so the technical definition of doohickeys covers it."
"I see." Emily nodded.
TBC