// And now to the fun stuff! Thanks to everyone for being patient with me. I love my reviewers!
// See previous chapter for details and stuff
// Authors note: I won't be continuing 'Finding Carter' anymore. Sorry, I just don't think I can deliver
// that sort of thing again. Inspired by its success, however, I will try to do more stories in this format.
// And, before I forget, props to Ruthie, whose series inspired 'Finding Carter'; thanks for the inspiration.
Chapter 3
"Hey Carter?"
"Yes sir?" Carter looked up from her experiment, surprised to see the colonel sitting there across from
her. When had he come in here?
"Do you know who took my yo-yo?"
She scrunched up her face in concentration for a moment. "What makes you think I'd know where it is, sir?"
"Well, I don't think you could have any LESS of an idea than I do as to who took it, since I'm completely
clueless on this matter. I usually keep it in-" He suddenly stopped, eyeing Sam suspiciously. "You wouldn't go
looking THERE, would you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, sir. But I assure you, I didn't take your yo-yo." 'I think.'
"Oh, okay." He muttered under his breath, "Damn. I wouldn't mind if it was you."
She looked up from her experiment, again. "What?"
He gave her an odd look in return. "What?"
"What?"
"What what"
'Damn, what was she asking him about again?' "What was what, sir?"
"Uh, I don't know."
"Oh. Okay." Sam went back to preparing her experiment with the naquadah generator. It was the 18th time
this hour she had done so.
About a minute or so went by until...
"Carter?"
"Yes sir?"
"Weren't we just on PV8-366-"
"-About to enter that big alien building?"
"Yeah."
"I think so." She looked around the room. "So, what are we doing here?"
Jack looked up distractedly. "Huh?"
"What are we doing here, sir?"
Jack looked confused. 'Where am I? Oh, this is Carter's lab. And Carter's in it. Therefore…' "I'm bugging
you, Carter."
"You are?"
"Yeah, of course." He grinned mischievously.
"Oh, well please stop it, then."
"Okay, I will." 'As soon as I can remember what I've been doing to bug her. Ooh, where's my yo-yo; that will
work. Jack O'Neill, master of yo-yo combat.'
He was about to search for his toy when he heard, "AAAH!" Carter jumped up out of her chair, evoking a similar
reaction from Jack.
"Oh, it's you sir. Sorry, you startled me."
"Yeah me, too." He paused for a moment. "Hey, wait a minute, what are you fooling around with on my desk?"
'Huh, I'm in HIS quarters?' Carter looked around. This was HER quarters. "Sir, this isn't your desk, or your
quarters. It's mine."
"Really?" He took a look around. "Oh, so it is. Hey, wait a minute, what am I doing here, anyway?"
Carter was spared from that little bit of brain wracking by a knock on her doors to her quarters. She recognized
the knock: it was Janet. "It's open, Janet."
"What's open, Carter?"
"Huh?"
"What's open?"
"…Uh, I don't-"
"The door, colonel," announced Dr. Janet Frasier as she escorted the remaining two members of SG-1 into Carter's
lab. "I hope you don't mind, but it will be easier for us to keep an eye on you four if SG-1 is all in one spot."
Daniel and Teal'c plopped themselves into two of the remaining three chairs in her lab, the former looking
absolutely exhausted, the other energized beyond belief. He eyes darted about like a hummingbird while his feet tapped
the floor with the speed of a Morse code sender. Never before had Jack seen Teal'c twiddle his thumbs, which he now did
with the speed of a 747 turbine engine. The big Jaffa had been in a state of kel-noreem for over 38 hours, making him
VERY rested and, therefore, possessing a LOT of energy.
Daniel, on the other hand, had bloodshot eyes and a multitude of paper cuts lining his fingers. He also seemed
particularly irate. It seems that he kept forgetting to drink coffee and was in withdrawl. Oddly enough, this affected
his hand-eye coordination, leading to the aforementioned cuts.
The petite doctor visibly braced herself for the questions she knew were coming.
"Doc?"
"Yes, colonel?"
"You here to stab me with another needle?"
Dr. Frasier frowned, a little put off. "Why would you think that, Colonel?"
"Because that's what you do? Besides, I can't remember what I've been doing for the past…whatever. Don't you have
to treat me for that?"
"Actually Colonel, I was just about to inform the four of you of the tests I ran."
This caught Daniel's attention. "Tests?" He looked down at his fingers. "Oh no. No, no more tests. My ten
little friends can't take it any more!"
"Daniel, calm down," Sam tried to ease his nerves.
"Calmyourself,DanielJackson," said a hyped up Teal'c in one fast exhalation. He was now tapping the theme to Star
Wars with his heels over and over again at high speed. "Youmustlearntorelaxandbecomelikethetreeinthewind:flexiblebutstrong,
willingtobendbreakingyourselfagainstthewindsoftimeandadversity."
"Daniel," Frasier was using her best friendly doctor voice now, "get down off the chair, I'm not going to hurt you."
"No, no, just leave me alone with my report." He started to take a rolled up, rumpled, dirty file of papers out of
his pocket.
"Daniel, that's what gave you those cuts in the first place. Hand them over before your digits become infected,"
Frasier was now in full bad-ass doctor mode, while the rest of SG-1 watched the exchange with amusement.
"WAAAHH! DISEASED PAPERS!" He threw them in the air, causing Jack to yelp and fall backwards off his chair, hitting
one of the shelves lined with Carters doo-hickeys. He was suddenly covered in a miniature solar sail, the chassis of an
experimental UAV, and a box labeled 'Dangerous: toxic chemicals,' which burst open to reveal about one-hundred and fifty
Snickers bars.
"Ah HA!" O'Neill grinned triumphantly. "So THAT'S where you keep these treats!"
Dr. Frasier threw her hands up in resignation. "All right, might as well get this over with. None of you can be
helped with Earth medicine, so we're sending a message to the Tok'ra, see if they can help." She dusted her hands together.
"There, a doctor's duty to inform her patients is complete. I'm out of here."
Janet stopped briefly to remind the airman outside that under NO circumstances would SG-1 be allowed to leave without
the move being cleared by either General Hammond or herself. She got as far as the end of the hall when she heard the
inevitable, "Guys, get AWAY from MY CHOCHOLATE!"
TBC
// Next time, SG-1 visits the cafeteria!
// See previous chapter for details and stuff
// Authors note: I won't be continuing 'Finding Carter' anymore. Sorry, I just don't think I can deliver
// that sort of thing again. Inspired by its success, however, I will try to do more stories in this format.
// And, before I forget, props to Ruthie, whose series inspired 'Finding Carter'; thanks for the inspiration.
Chapter 3
"Hey Carter?"
"Yes sir?" Carter looked up from her experiment, surprised to see the colonel sitting there across from
her. When had he come in here?
"Do you know who took my yo-yo?"
She scrunched up her face in concentration for a moment. "What makes you think I'd know where it is, sir?"
"Well, I don't think you could have any LESS of an idea than I do as to who took it, since I'm completely
clueless on this matter. I usually keep it in-" He suddenly stopped, eyeing Sam suspiciously. "You wouldn't go
looking THERE, would you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, sir. But I assure you, I didn't take your yo-yo." 'I think.'
"Oh, okay." He muttered under his breath, "Damn. I wouldn't mind if it was you."
She looked up from her experiment, again. "What?"
He gave her an odd look in return. "What?"
"What?"
"What what"
'Damn, what was she asking him about again?' "What was what, sir?"
"Uh, I don't know."
"Oh. Okay." Sam went back to preparing her experiment with the naquadah generator. It was the 18th time
this hour she had done so.
About a minute or so went by until...
"Carter?"
"Yes sir?"
"Weren't we just on PV8-366-"
"-About to enter that big alien building?"
"Yeah."
"I think so." She looked around the room. "So, what are we doing here?"
Jack looked up distractedly. "Huh?"
"What are we doing here, sir?"
Jack looked confused. 'Where am I? Oh, this is Carter's lab. And Carter's in it. Therefore…' "I'm bugging
you, Carter."
"You are?"
"Yeah, of course." He grinned mischievously.
"Oh, well please stop it, then."
"Okay, I will." 'As soon as I can remember what I've been doing to bug her. Ooh, where's my yo-yo; that will
work. Jack O'Neill, master of yo-yo combat.'
He was about to search for his toy when he heard, "AAAH!" Carter jumped up out of her chair, evoking a similar
reaction from Jack.
"Oh, it's you sir. Sorry, you startled me."
"Yeah me, too." He paused for a moment. "Hey, wait a minute, what are you fooling around with on my desk?"
'Huh, I'm in HIS quarters?' Carter looked around. This was HER quarters. "Sir, this isn't your desk, or your
quarters. It's mine."
"Really?" He took a look around. "Oh, so it is. Hey, wait a minute, what am I doing here, anyway?"
Carter was spared from that little bit of brain wracking by a knock on her doors to her quarters. She recognized
the knock: it was Janet. "It's open, Janet."
"What's open, Carter?"
"Huh?"
"What's open?"
"…Uh, I don't-"
"The door, colonel," announced Dr. Janet Frasier as she escorted the remaining two members of SG-1 into Carter's
lab. "I hope you don't mind, but it will be easier for us to keep an eye on you four if SG-1 is all in one spot."
Daniel and Teal'c plopped themselves into two of the remaining three chairs in her lab, the former looking
absolutely exhausted, the other energized beyond belief. He eyes darted about like a hummingbird while his feet tapped
the floor with the speed of a Morse code sender. Never before had Jack seen Teal'c twiddle his thumbs, which he now did
with the speed of a 747 turbine engine. The big Jaffa had been in a state of kel-noreem for over 38 hours, making him
VERY rested and, therefore, possessing a LOT of energy.
Daniel, on the other hand, had bloodshot eyes and a multitude of paper cuts lining his fingers. He also seemed
particularly irate. It seems that he kept forgetting to drink coffee and was in withdrawl. Oddly enough, this affected
his hand-eye coordination, leading to the aforementioned cuts.
The petite doctor visibly braced herself for the questions she knew were coming.
"Doc?"
"Yes, colonel?"
"You here to stab me with another needle?"
Dr. Frasier frowned, a little put off. "Why would you think that, Colonel?"
"Because that's what you do? Besides, I can't remember what I've been doing for the past…whatever. Don't you have
to treat me for that?"
"Actually Colonel, I was just about to inform the four of you of the tests I ran."
This caught Daniel's attention. "Tests?" He looked down at his fingers. "Oh no. No, no more tests. My ten
little friends can't take it any more!"
"Daniel, calm down," Sam tried to ease his nerves.
"Calmyourself,DanielJackson," said a hyped up Teal'c in one fast exhalation. He was now tapping the theme to Star
Wars with his heels over and over again at high speed. "Youmustlearntorelaxandbecomelikethetreeinthewind:flexiblebutstrong,
willingtobendbreakingyourselfagainstthewindsoftimeandadversity."
"Daniel," Frasier was using her best friendly doctor voice now, "get down off the chair, I'm not going to hurt you."
"No, no, just leave me alone with my report." He started to take a rolled up, rumpled, dirty file of papers out of
his pocket.
"Daniel, that's what gave you those cuts in the first place. Hand them over before your digits become infected,"
Frasier was now in full bad-ass doctor mode, while the rest of SG-1 watched the exchange with amusement.
"WAAAHH! DISEASED PAPERS!" He threw them in the air, causing Jack to yelp and fall backwards off his chair, hitting
one of the shelves lined with Carters doo-hickeys. He was suddenly covered in a miniature solar sail, the chassis of an
experimental UAV, and a box labeled 'Dangerous: toxic chemicals,' which burst open to reveal about one-hundred and fifty
Snickers bars.
"Ah HA!" O'Neill grinned triumphantly. "So THAT'S where you keep these treats!"
Dr. Frasier threw her hands up in resignation. "All right, might as well get this over with. None of you can be
helped with Earth medicine, so we're sending a message to the Tok'ra, see if they can help." She dusted her hands together.
"There, a doctor's duty to inform her patients is complete. I'm out of here."
Janet stopped briefly to remind the airman outside that under NO circumstances would SG-1 be allowed to leave without
the move being cleared by either General Hammond or herself. She got as far as the end of the hall when she heard the
inevitable, "Guys, get AWAY from MY CHOCHOLATE!"
TBC
// Next time, SG-1 visits the cafeteria!