"Is this better?" Myles asked as he smoothed down his shirt entering Sam's
lab.
"Much more practical around here than Class A's." Jack said Myles looked up.
"Sorry Colonel, I was expecting Major Carter."
"There's a problem with one of the MALPs that Siler needed help fixing. She'll be back soon."
"I see sir." Myles replied.
"So finding your way around?"
"Slowly sir, there's so much to take in." Myles admitted.
"You get used to it." Jack picked up one of the alien devices on Sam's desk.
"Should you be touching that sir?" Myles asked.
"Carter doesn't leave things on her desk that are dangerous for me touch anymore."
"But we still like to exchange them anyway." Daniel said entering the lab, he pulled a Rubix Cube out of the drawer and exchanged it for what Jack had in his hand. "We haven't met."
"Lieutenant Commander Myles Hartman. US Navy. I'm the Navy's missile expert; I'm here to help with the Naqquadah bomb."
"Said that many times today?" Jack asked.
"Yes sir."
"Dr Daniel Jackson, head archaeologist and linguist SG-1." Daniel shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you Doctor."
"Daniel will be fine."
"Myles."
"So you're the guy who's been tagging around with Sam all morning."
"That would be me. The scuttlebutt here is obviously as good as anywhere else."
"We like to call it the grapevine. It works well. Hey Roberts?" Daniel called to the SF in the hall.
"Yes Dr Jackson." The SF entered the room.
"Lieutenant Commander Hartman, what do you know?" Roberts looked at Jack who nodded. Roberts proceeded to give a detailed history of the Commander.
"Impressive." Myles admitted.
"Thanks Roberts." Daniel said.
"Dr Jackson, your pool dues are due." Roberts reminded him.
"Ferretti left you in charge while he's off world?"
"Yes Dr Jackson."
"I'll come and find you later."
"Colonel, Commander." Roberts turned and left.
"So apart from checking people out and gambling you meet little green men for a living?"
"None of them have been green. There were those people with the white body paint who we almost killed when we crashed the UAV into their plant. And only saved them because Sam talks to her plants."
"What Jack means is most of the people we meet stem from civilisations on Earth and are therefore human." Daniel corrected.
"There are the Asguard. They are your traditional image of aliens. But they're grey not green. Roswell grey. Love the Asguard, Thor's a great buddy of mine; I'm going to take him fishing one day." Jack added.
"Jack I don't think he's going to want to fish in a fishless lake anymore than the rest of us."
"Teal'c came with me once." Jack pointed out.
"And refuses to ever again. He was bored and that's not easy for Teal'c."
"Sam came with me."
"When the NID wrecked Hawaii so you could spend the rest of your honeymoon alone. I seriously doubt that she was interested in fishing."
"True." Jack had to agree.
"Greetings O'Neill, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c entered. "I believe we have not met."
"Lieutenant Commander Myles Hartman, meet your first alien Teal'c."
"I meet General Carter earlier, but it's nice to meet you."
"Lieutenant Commander Hartman welcome to Stargate Command."
"Thank you Mr Teal'c."
"It's just Teal'c." Jack corrected. "If anyone outside asks its Teal'c Murray. By the way are Rya'c and Bray'tac still coming in on Friday?"
"Indeed."
"Have they changed the designation of my lab?" Sam asked as she leant against the door.
"I do not believe they have done so Major Carter." Teal'c replied.
"I was joking Teal'c. I see you've met the rest of SG-1 Myles."
"Yes. Colonel O'Neill and Daniel were just explaining the Colonel's desire to take Thor fishing."
"You may want to back slowly away towards the door on that one."
"Carter." Jack said.
"Trust me on this Thor has no desire to go fishing however much he likes you. They don't have fish on his planet; they eat things which can be best described as those wood bits for keeping hamster's teeth down. He wouldn't like fish."
"It's not about the fishing..." Jack started.
"It's about the act of fishing itself." Sam and Daniel fished for him.
"Can we just go to lunch now?" Sam asked.
"Myles do you want to come with us?" Jack asked. "They have Jell-O today."
"I know sir and that would be great."
"You know they have Jell-O?" Jack questioned.
"Yes sir. I've been informed it's an SG-1 thing." Myles replied.
"You took him and staked out the commissary." Jack accused of Sam.
"You always need good recon sir." She winked at him.
"I hope you got Phil to save us all Jell-O too."
"And if you're good Phil is saving us a whole chocolate cake."
"People you heard the lady there is chocolate cake waiting. Move move move."
TBC
"Much more practical around here than Class A's." Jack said Myles looked up.
"Sorry Colonel, I was expecting Major Carter."
"There's a problem with one of the MALPs that Siler needed help fixing. She'll be back soon."
"I see sir." Myles replied.
"So finding your way around?"
"Slowly sir, there's so much to take in." Myles admitted.
"You get used to it." Jack picked up one of the alien devices on Sam's desk.
"Should you be touching that sir?" Myles asked.
"Carter doesn't leave things on her desk that are dangerous for me touch anymore."
"But we still like to exchange them anyway." Daniel said entering the lab, he pulled a Rubix Cube out of the drawer and exchanged it for what Jack had in his hand. "We haven't met."
"Lieutenant Commander Myles Hartman. US Navy. I'm the Navy's missile expert; I'm here to help with the Naqquadah bomb."
"Said that many times today?" Jack asked.
"Yes sir."
"Dr Daniel Jackson, head archaeologist and linguist SG-1." Daniel shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you Doctor."
"Daniel will be fine."
"Myles."
"So you're the guy who's been tagging around with Sam all morning."
"That would be me. The scuttlebutt here is obviously as good as anywhere else."
"We like to call it the grapevine. It works well. Hey Roberts?" Daniel called to the SF in the hall.
"Yes Dr Jackson." The SF entered the room.
"Lieutenant Commander Hartman, what do you know?" Roberts looked at Jack who nodded. Roberts proceeded to give a detailed history of the Commander.
"Impressive." Myles admitted.
"Thanks Roberts." Daniel said.
"Dr Jackson, your pool dues are due." Roberts reminded him.
"Ferretti left you in charge while he's off world?"
"Yes Dr Jackson."
"I'll come and find you later."
"Colonel, Commander." Roberts turned and left.
"So apart from checking people out and gambling you meet little green men for a living?"
"None of them have been green. There were those people with the white body paint who we almost killed when we crashed the UAV into their plant. And only saved them because Sam talks to her plants."
"What Jack means is most of the people we meet stem from civilisations on Earth and are therefore human." Daniel corrected.
"There are the Asguard. They are your traditional image of aliens. But they're grey not green. Roswell grey. Love the Asguard, Thor's a great buddy of mine; I'm going to take him fishing one day." Jack added.
"Jack I don't think he's going to want to fish in a fishless lake anymore than the rest of us."
"Teal'c came with me once." Jack pointed out.
"And refuses to ever again. He was bored and that's not easy for Teal'c."
"Sam came with me."
"When the NID wrecked Hawaii so you could spend the rest of your honeymoon alone. I seriously doubt that she was interested in fishing."
"True." Jack had to agree.
"Greetings O'Neill, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c entered. "I believe we have not met."
"Lieutenant Commander Myles Hartman, meet your first alien Teal'c."
"I meet General Carter earlier, but it's nice to meet you."
"Lieutenant Commander Hartman welcome to Stargate Command."
"Thank you Mr Teal'c."
"It's just Teal'c." Jack corrected. "If anyone outside asks its Teal'c Murray. By the way are Rya'c and Bray'tac still coming in on Friday?"
"Indeed."
"Have they changed the designation of my lab?" Sam asked as she leant against the door.
"I do not believe they have done so Major Carter." Teal'c replied.
"I was joking Teal'c. I see you've met the rest of SG-1 Myles."
"Yes. Colonel O'Neill and Daniel were just explaining the Colonel's desire to take Thor fishing."
"You may want to back slowly away towards the door on that one."
"Carter." Jack said.
"Trust me on this Thor has no desire to go fishing however much he likes you. They don't have fish on his planet; they eat things which can be best described as those wood bits for keeping hamster's teeth down. He wouldn't like fish."
"It's not about the fishing..." Jack started.
"It's about the act of fishing itself." Sam and Daniel fished for him.
"Can we just go to lunch now?" Sam asked.
"Myles do you want to come with us?" Jack asked. "They have Jell-O today."
"I know sir and that would be great."
"You know they have Jell-O?" Jack questioned.
"Yes sir. I've been informed it's an SG-1 thing." Myles replied.
"You took him and staked out the commissary." Jack accused of Sam.
"You always need good recon sir." She winked at him.
"I hope you got Phil to save us all Jell-O too."
"And if you're good Phil is saving us a whole chocolate cake."
"People you heard the lady there is chocolate cake waiting. Move move move."
TBC