"So why the Navy?" Daniel asked.
"Third generation. I spent my childhood moving Navy bases every couple of years. I don't want to do anything else."
"I can relate to that." Sam said.
"You wanted to join NASA." Jack pointed out.
"This is way better than NASA. Besides it's not like we haven't been in the space shuttle."
"Plus the Tok'ra and Goa'uld ships are so much cooler." Daniel added.
"Exactly. Besides this is a lot more fun than waiting for a mission roster and if I had joined NASA we wouldn't have met."
"So back to Myles." Daniel said before they could get into a debate. "What kind of missiles?"
"Slammer missiles, ballistic missiles, Nuke's basically anything that makes a big bang and causes lots of devastation."
"Is that what you always wanted to do?" Sam asked.
"No I wanted to fly tomcats, but by the time I got through Annapolis there was a slight change of plans."
"Good afternoon Dr Fraiser." Teal'c said spotting Janet.
"Afternoon Teal'c."
"Hey Doc want some cake?" Jack offered.
"No. You shouldn't either you need to watch your cholesterol. I think Sam would prefer it if you were still alive in ten years time."
"I thought you said my knees would give out before my heart." Jack reminded her.
"It still doesn't hurt to be prudent sir."
"Well my theory is with save Earth therefore Earth should keep Daniel in coffee, Sam in blue Jell-O, Teal'c in everything he eats and me in cake."
"How about we cut a deal sir? Only one piece a day and I'll get off your back."
"We'll start tomorrow." Jack shook her hand. Myles chuckled.
"Sorry I should have introduced you." Sam apologised. "Janet I'd like you to meet Lieutenant Commander Myles Hartman. Myles, Major Dr Janet Fraiser, base CMO and Earth's expert on the weird and wonderful diseases the galaxy likes to give us."
"And a fan of giant needles." Jack muttered.
"Only when you misbehave sir. If you're well behaved you get the small needles."
"It's nice to meet you in any case." Myles said.
"You too. Sam can I have a quick word with you in private?" Janet asked.
"Sure. Guys excuse me minute." Sam got up and followed Janet to the other side. "So what's up?"
"So that's the cute Naval Commander Marianne came and told me about."
"Yeah. He's the Navy's missile expert why?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong but when he got here he was in his Class A dress uniform."
"Yes..." Sam replied not sure where Janet was going with that.
"And you didn't think to bring him by BEFORE you made him change?" She asked.
"Sorry, the class A's weren't really practical so I had him change. But on the plus side I did invite him to the wedding on Saturday so he'll be in uniform then."
"Did you tell Jack yet?" She asked.
"No. I will do though. It will be a good chance for him to meet everyone since he's going to be here for a while."
"For future reference, cute guys in uniform who aren't Air Force bring by."
"And cute civilians too." Sam added.
"Those too." Janet smiled.
"So you dragged me away for girl talk?"
"No. I need you to tell Jacob that Cassie picked a song. It took her three weeks but she picked one."
"A song for what?" Sam asked.
"The first dance."
"It took her three weeks to pick a song?"
"She wanted to pick something that encapsulated your relationship."
"So what did she pick?" Sam asked.
"That would be a secret. Can you just tell Jacob?"
"Sure."
"I better get back, SG-7 is due back and someone is bound to have done something that needs my expertise."
"You could always be optimistic that everyone will be fine."
"That would be like saying Daniel could go three months without getting injured."
"I see your point." Sam smiled. "I'll see you later." Janet left and Sam went and retook her seat.
"Sorry to interrupt, sirs." Lieutenant Kelfman stood at the end of the table. "Major Carter, we have a slight..."
"You broke it again didn't you Justin?" Sam asked.
"It's not broken technically ma'am, just misaligned."
"Gotta love those technicalities." Jack said with a bemused smile.
"Daniel can you get Myles a copy of the Naqquadah research?" Sam asked.
"Sure."
"Let's go fix it Justin." She got up. "I'll see you later sir, guys."
TBC
"Third generation. I spent my childhood moving Navy bases every couple of years. I don't want to do anything else."
"I can relate to that." Sam said.
"You wanted to join NASA." Jack pointed out.
"This is way better than NASA. Besides it's not like we haven't been in the space shuttle."
"Plus the Tok'ra and Goa'uld ships are so much cooler." Daniel added.
"Exactly. Besides this is a lot more fun than waiting for a mission roster and if I had joined NASA we wouldn't have met."
"So back to Myles." Daniel said before they could get into a debate. "What kind of missiles?"
"Slammer missiles, ballistic missiles, Nuke's basically anything that makes a big bang and causes lots of devastation."
"Is that what you always wanted to do?" Sam asked.
"No I wanted to fly tomcats, but by the time I got through Annapolis there was a slight change of plans."
"Good afternoon Dr Fraiser." Teal'c said spotting Janet.
"Afternoon Teal'c."
"Hey Doc want some cake?" Jack offered.
"No. You shouldn't either you need to watch your cholesterol. I think Sam would prefer it if you were still alive in ten years time."
"I thought you said my knees would give out before my heart." Jack reminded her.
"It still doesn't hurt to be prudent sir."
"Well my theory is with save Earth therefore Earth should keep Daniel in coffee, Sam in blue Jell-O, Teal'c in everything he eats and me in cake."
"How about we cut a deal sir? Only one piece a day and I'll get off your back."
"We'll start tomorrow." Jack shook her hand. Myles chuckled.
"Sorry I should have introduced you." Sam apologised. "Janet I'd like you to meet Lieutenant Commander Myles Hartman. Myles, Major Dr Janet Fraiser, base CMO and Earth's expert on the weird and wonderful diseases the galaxy likes to give us."
"And a fan of giant needles." Jack muttered.
"Only when you misbehave sir. If you're well behaved you get the small needles."
"It's nice to meet you in any case." Myles said.
"You too. Sam can I have a quick word with you in private?" Janet asked.
"Sure. Guys excuse me minute." Sam got up and followed Janet to the other side. "So what's up?"
"So that's the cute Naval Commander Marianne came and told me about."
"Yeah. He's the Navy's missile expert why?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong but when he got here he was in his Class A dress uniform."
"Yes..." Sam replied not sure where Janet was going with that.
"And you didn't think to bring him by BEFORE you made him change?" She asked.
"Sorry, the class A's weren't really practical so I had him change. But on the plus side I did invite him to the wedding on Saturday so he'll be in uniform then."
"Did you tell Jack yet?" She asked.
"No. I will do though. It will be a good chance for him to meet everyone since he's going to be here for a while."
"For future reference, cute guys in uniform who aren't Air Force bring by."
"And cute civilians too." Sam added.
"Those too." Janet smiled.
"So you dragged me away for girl talk?"
"No. I need you to tell Jacob that Cassie picked a song. It took her three weeks but she picked one."
"A song for what?" Sam asked.
"The first dance."
"It took her three weeks to pick a song?"
"She wanted to pick something that encapsulated your relationship."
"So what did she pick?" Sam asked.
"That would be a secret. Can you just tell Jacob?"
"Sure."
"I better get back, SG-7 is due back and someone is bound to have done something that needs my expertise."
"You could always be optimistic that everyone will be fine."
"That would be like saying Daniel could go three months without getting injured."
"I see your point." Sam smiled. "I'll see you later." Janet left and Sam went and retook her seat.
"Sorry to interrupt, sirs." Lieutenant Kelfman stood at the end of the table. "Major Carter, we have a slight..."
"You broke it again didn't you Justin?" Sam asked.
"It's not broken technically ma'am, just misaligned."
"Gotta love those technicalities." Jack said with a bemused smile.
"Daniel can you get Myles a copy of the Naqquadah research?" Sam asked.
"Sure."
"Let's go fix it Justin." She got up. "I'll see you later sir, guys."
TBC