// How long can you delay a mission? This long!
// See previous chapter for details and stuff
// Authors Note: What does the author do when he like to post authors notes but can't think of anything to post here? Why, ramble of
// course! Let's see what can I ramble about right now...hmmm, I gots nuthin', so i guess I'll just write instead. But the rambling
// will return; count on it. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Chapter 7
General Hammond ambled into the Gate room. "Jacob, are they ready?"
Jacob Carter turned to address his friend. "Almost. Just one more little detail. SF!" A young SF nodded and came over with a
rolled up piece of rope. He handed it to Jacob, then retreated back to his post by the door. Jacob tied it around his middle, then
began to loop the cord around the waists of the members of SG-1. Jack O_o
"Uh, Jacob?" Jack was the first to comment.
"What is it, Jack?"
"Whatcha doing?" Teal'c O_o
"Keeping all of you in one place."
"Idonotbelievewearegoingtoseparateourselvesatanypointinthenearfuture,JacobCarter."
"...whatever. THIS," Jacob brandished the rope, "is to ensure that everything goes smoothly on the mission and that I know
where you all are at any given moment."
"You really don't think there's time to let Teal'c Kel-noreem to wear off that...effect?" Hammond didn't know if letting Teal'c
go on a mission talking like he was at the moment was such a good idea. Not the best for team communication.
"Probably not, George." Jacob talked while he worked. The rope had already been tied around him and Jack. Now he was working
on Teal'c. "We have no idea if it's possible to undo these effects but, if it IS possible, it may be that every hour of delay will make
it that much harder or maybe preclude the possibility of a total recovery. And I'm pretty sure you don't want THAT."
Hammond sighed wearily. "No, no we certainly don't. Colonel."
Jack lifted his head from observing the rope around his waist. "Sir?"
"I'm placing Jacob in charge of this mission. That means that you are to follow his every-wait, what am I doing? You're not
going to remember this, anyways. Wait just a minute, Jacob, and I'll be right back."
As Hammond left the room, Jacob finished tying the rope to his daughter, then to Dr. Jackson. The order now went Jacob, Jack,
Teal'c, Sam, and Daniel, with about ten feet of slack between each person. He wasn't sure WHY the order, but it seemed right. For some
reason, he seemed to remember doing this once with her and Mark. "Y'know Sam, I think I've done this with you before."
"You mean, tied her up along with her best friend, an alien, and her superior officer?" Jack O_o
"One more comment like that, Jack," Jacob had the highly recognizable Carter glare in his eye, "and I'll be forced to hurt you."
"What? What comment?" Sam O_o
"Just...no more comments about Sam."
"What?" Carter got suspicious. "What he'd say about me?"
"I didn't say anything." Jack was playing innocent, and, for once, rightfully so...sort of. Daniel O_o
"Uh, guys?"
Jacob reigned in his frustration with a big dose of help from Selmak. "What is it, Daniel?" Jack O_o
"Why am I tied to Sam?"
"WHAT?!" Jack spun around, eyes wide. He took in the situation quickly: Daniel, aka Spacemonkey, tied to HIS major! "WHAT ARE
YOU DOING?!"
"Stand down, Jack!" Jacob had taken on a commanding tone, but Jack wasn't listening. Teal'c O_O His attention WAS caught,
however, after he stalked after a retreating Daniel to the point that his line went taunt with Teal'c, snapping Jack back from his sudden
advance and depositing him on the floor.
"O'Neill,whyareyouontheground? Whatisthemeaningofthiscordaroundourwaists?"
"Teal'c, don't let him hurt me." Daniels voice issued from behind Carter.
The big Jaffa looked up in confusion at his friend. "Iwouldneverpermitoneofyoutocometoharm,DanielJackson. Whydoyoubelievethat
ColonelO'Neillwouldwanttoharmyou?"
"I...uh...wait, what was that Teal'c?" Sam O_o
"Jack, no more attempts to harm Daniel, am I clear?" Jacob was now fully in General mode. Jack O_o
"Sir, I can't believe you'd try to hurt Daniel!"
"Wha..." Jack looked up questioningly from the ground. "Who's hurting Daniel?"
"JacobCarterhasexpressedanobservationthatyouwishtocausephysicalharmtoDanielJackson. Imyselfhaveobservednoactionsfromwhichtodeduce
suchaconclusion."
"...okay, thanks T."
"YouarewelcomeO'Neill." Teal'c helped Jack back up to his feet. Daniel O_o
"So, when do debrief?" Jack asked.
Daniel looked around in a rather confused state. "Uh, Jack? What makes you think we're debriefing?"
"We're in the embarkation room, aren't we? We were just on PV8-366, weren't we? Then there, now here, hence debriefing." Jack
smiled as he held his hands out as though he were proclaiming the most astouding scientific find of the millenia.
"Okay then, answer me this: when on our mission did someone tie us all together with rope?"
"What?" Sam looked down at her waist, eyes narrowing to slits. "Sir, did you..."
"Carter, am I that stupid?" He turned quickly to Daniel, pointed a finger at him. "YOU be quiet." Jackson shut his mouth,
looking a dissappointed. Jacob opened his mouth to inform his daughter of the reason for the rope around her middle.
"Well, all I can say is that whoever was STUPID enough to do this without my permission had damn well better start running and
never, EVER stop or I will hang him from his own entrails." A dangerous glare now burned in Major Carters eyes, filled with the wrath
someone felt towards another being whom they believed had seriously wronged them in some way.
Whether it was Selmak intervening or just past experience, Jacob decided not to tell his daughter that he had looped the rope
around her and the rest of SG-1.
The embarkation room was quiet for a moment. Then, "Carter, how do you know it was a guy?"
"All right, I'm back." Hammonds voice was probably the only thing that kept once seriously pissed off Major from jumping to
conclusions and assaulting her CO. Didn't prevent the older officer from picking up her mood, however. "Jacob, what happened while I
was away?" Teal'c O_o
"Oh, Jack tried to kill Daniel, Sam got upset, there was arguing...Tealc talked fast."
"So, nothing out of the ordinary then?
"Nope." Jack O_o
"Good to hear."
"Yes sir, very good to hear, whatever that may be. Uh," Jack noticed the rope around his waist, "care to tell us what's going on
here, sirs?"
"O'Neill,doyoubelievethatIamspeakingatagreaterthannormalrate?" Daniel O_o
Jack turned to Jacob. "Can Selmak play that back at, like, normal speed?"
Jacob quickly complied, having just realized Selmak would be able to help him do that. "He wants you to tell him if he's
speaking faster than normal."
"Okay, show of hands. How many people here think Teal'c is talking too fast?" Everyone but Daniel and Teal'c raised their
hands for Jacks call of a vote. "That's what I thought."
"Jack, c'mon. This is Teal'c we're talking about; if anything, he speaks slower and more carefully than any of us."
"Thankyouforyourvoteofconfidence,DanielJackson." Sam O_o
Daniel got a little wide-eyed at that. "Yeah, can we take another vote? I need to change mine." Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
"What are we voting on?" Sam asked.
"It's not important, Sam." Jacob made his way towards Hammond. "So, what did you want me to delay for?"
"For this." Hammond held out a baseball cap. The front was mostly white, with the Air Force logo emblazoned on it. On it was
written, in black magic marker, 'Jack, obey Jacob.' Hammond gave it his signature below, as well.
"George, you've got to be kidding me." Teal'c O_o
"Oh, it'll work, Jacob, don't worry."
"Isthisthingyouwishtotestthereasonforourbeingtiedtogether,GeneralHammond?" Jack O_o
While Jacob put on the cap, Hammond replied, "It's insurance for the mission, Teal'c."
"Uh, my insurance is already paid off, sir, but thanks for the offer."
Hammond turned to his old friend. "He's all yours." The commander of the SGC left for the control room.
"Jack, from now on, any order I give you, you will follow as if it came from Hammond himself, clear?"
"Listen, Jacob," Jack sauntered the ten feet towards the Tok'ra, "I like you and all, you've got a good sense of humor, but-"
Jacob turned around, indicating his new hat with an extended index finger. It took O'Neill a second to recognize the gesture,
follow the direction it was pointing, and take in the message. "He signed your head?"
Ignoring Jack, Jacob addressed the rest of SG-1. "All right, everyone. We're going back to PV8-366, hopefully to find wherever
it is you four lost your minds at. If you have any questions, just look at my hat. Off we go."
The wormhole formed behind them a few moments later. Hammond came over the intercomm: "SG-1, you have a go. Good luck."
Jacob started up the ramp, SG-1 falling in behind him. Two steps up, Jack paused. "Hey, I just did this a few hours ago."
"Well, you're doing it again, Colonel," Jacob retorted, adding emphasis to Jacks rank.
"But-"
"Jack!" Jacob whirled around, pointing at his cap again.
"...okey-dokey," Jack quipped.
They started back up again, almost there, when Carter had her turn to halt their progress. "Wait a minute, why are we walking
into an incoming wormhole?"
"Sam," you could hear it in his voice, Jacob was getting tired of this, "it's outgoing, trust me."
"Oh, good, because if we stepped into an INCOMING wormhole, it could-"
"Carter," Jack interrupted her, "save your breath. I've been given an order by your fathers hat, and I intend to follow it."
If Carter was thrown by this peculiar statement of Jacks, she didn't show it, simply following the large Jaffa in front of her
through the Stargate.
The party progressed smoothly through the event horizon, disappearing on the other side. After Carter stepped through, only Dr.
Daniel Jackson was left. He paused mid-stride. "What the..." He gave the room a good lock. "What's going on? Wasn't I just-"
"On PV8-366, yes Dr. Jackson, you were," Hammond interrupted his thoughts mid-sentence.
"I don't get it. What am I doing here, then?"
"The answer is on the other side of that wormhole, Dr." Implied message: 'Get your ass moving.'
"What about Jack, Sam, and Teal'c? What's are they? What's going on here, anyways?"
"Just follow the cord around your waist, doctor. It's tied to the answers."
Daniel found the cord around his abdomen. "That's weird. Why would someone tie a rope to me? And what do you mean I'm tied to
the answers? Where does this particular wormhole go, anways?"
"Just get going already, Dr. Jackson, before the wormhole closes!"
"Yeah but-" Daniel didn't have a chance to finish as a sharp tug from the line around his waist pulling him flailing into the
watery surface of the event horizon.
And with that, the wormhole disengaged.
"Wohoo!" Chevron guy threw up his arms in joy. Hammond gave him the US military patented 'COs glare of doom.' "Uh, sorry sir,
too much coffee, getting excited about missions and stuff."
"Right. Well next time, restrain your 'caffeine-induced' enthusiasm, clear?"
"Yes sir. Quite clear, general."
"Good." With Chevron guy (he REALLY needed to learn that mans name one day) sufficiently chastised, Hammond retired to his
office. He was careful to make sure no-one was nearby and that the door was closed all the way before yelling, "Wohoo!"
TBC
TBC
// Okay, next time they're REALLY going back to the planet. Promise.
// What's taken me so long? Well, like I stated before, I had to track down my muse. Funny, you'd think people would notice a 7 foot
// long purple dragon that speaks pig-latin like Yoda running around town in a black trench coat...but nooooo! Anyways, if you don't
// want my muse to run away again, then do as it said, and I quote: "eed-fay e-thay author-ay ith-way eviews-ray ou-yay ust-may. es-Yay,
// mmmmmmmmmm." Yeah, it's creepy, but I've learned to live with it.
// See previous chapter for details and stuff
// Authors Note: What does the author do when he like to post authors notes but can't think of anything to post here? Why, ramble of
// course! Let's see what can I ramble about right now...hmmm, I gots nuthin', so i guess I'll just write instead. But the rambling
// will return; count on it. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Chapter 7
General Hammond ambled into the Gate room. "Jacob, are they ready?"
Jacob Carter turned to address his friend. "Almost. Just one more little detail. SF!" A young SF nodded and came over with a
rolled up piece of rope. He handed it to Jacob, then retreated back to his post by the door. Jacob tied it around his middle, then
began to loop the cord around the waists of the members of SG-1. Jack O_o
"Uh, Jacob?" Jack was the first to comment.
"What is it, Jack?"
"Whatcha doing?" Teal'c O_o
"Keeping all of you in one place."
"Idonotbelievewearegoingtoseparateourselvesatanypointinthenearfuture,JacobCarter."
"...whatever. THIS," Jacob brandished the rope, "is to ensure that everything goes smoothly on the mission and that I know
where you all are at any given moment."
"You really don't think there's time to let Teal'c Kel-noreem to wear off that...effect?" Hammond didn't know if letting Teal'c
go on a mission talking like he was at the moment was such a good idea. Not the best for team communication.
"Probably not, George." Jacob talked while he worked. The rope had already been tied around him and Jack. Now he was working
on Teal'c. "We have no idea if it's possible to undo these effects but, if it IS possible, it may be that every hour of delay will make
it that much harder or maybe preclude the possibility of a total recovery. And I'm pretty sure you don't want THAT."
Hammond sighed wearily. "No, no we certainly don't. Colonel."
Jack lifted his head from observing the rope around his waist. "Sir?"
"I'm placing Jacob in charge of this mission. That means that you are to follow his every-wait, what am I doing? You're not
going to remember this, anyways. Wait just a minute, Jacob, and I'll be right back."
As Hammond left the room, Jacob finished tying the rope to his daughter, then to Dr. Jackson. The order now went Jacob, Jack,
Teal'c, Sam, and Daniel, with about ten feet of slack between each person. He wasn't sure WHY the order, but it seemed right. For some
reason, he seemed to remember doing this once with her and Mark. "Y'know Sam, I think I've done this with you before."
"You mean, tied her up along with her best friend, an alien, and her superior officer?" Jack O_o
"One more comment like that, Jack," Jacob had the highly recognizable Carter glare in his eye, "and I'll be forced to hurt you."
"What? What comment?" Sam O_o
"Just...no more comments about Sam."
"What?" Carter got suspicious. "What he'd say about me?"
"I didn't say anything." Jack was playing innocent, and, for once, rightfully so...sort of. Daniel O_o
"Uh, guys?"
Jacob reigned in his frustration with a big dose of help from Selmak. "What is it, Daniel?" Jack O_o
"Why am I tied to Sam?"
"WHAT?!" Jack spun around, eyes wide. He took in the situation quickly: Daniel, aka Spacemonkey, tied to HIS major! "WHAT ARE
YOU DOING?!"
"Stand down, Jack!" Jacob had taken on a commanding tone, but Jack wasn't listening. Teal'c O_O His attention WAS caught,
however, after he stalked after a retreating Daniel to the point that his line went taunt with Teal'c, snapping Jack back from his sudden
advance and depositing him on the floor.
"O'Neill,whyareyouontheground? Whatisthemeaningofthiscordaroundourwaists?"
"Teal'c, don't let him hurt me." Daniels voice issued from behind Carter.
The big Jaffa looked up in confusion at his friend. "Iwouldneverpermitoneofyoutocometoharm,DanielJackson. Whydoyoubelievethat
ColonelO'Neillwouldwanttoharmyou?"
"I...uh...wait, what was that Teal'c?" Sam O_o
"Jack, no more attempts to harm Daniel, am I clear?" Jacob was now fully in General mode. Jack O_o
"Sir, I can't believe you'd try to hurt Daniel!"
"Wha..." Jack looked up questioningly from the ground. "Who's hurting Daniel?"
"JacobCarterhasexpressedanobservationthatyouwishtocausephysicalharmtoDanielJackson. Imyselfhaveobservednoactionsfromwhichtodeduce
suchaconclusion."
"...okay, thanks T."
"YouarewelcomeO'Neill." Teal'c helped Jack back up to his feet. Daniel O_o
"So, when do debrief?" Jack asked.
Daniel looked around in a rather confused state. "Uh, Jack? What makes you think we're debriefing?"
"We're in the embarkation room, aren't we? We were just on PV8-366, weren't we? Then there, now here, hence debriefing." Jack
smiled as he held his hands out as though he were proclaiming the most astouding scientific find of the millenia.
"Okay then, answer me this: when on our mission did someone tie us all together with rope?"
"What?" Sam looked down at her waist, eyes narrowing to slits. "Sir, did you..."
"Carter, am I that stupid?" He turned quickly to Daniel, pointed a finger at him. "YOU be quiet." Jackson shut his mouth,
looking a dissappointed. Jacob opened his mouth to inform his daughter of the reason for the rope around her middle.
"Well, all I can say is that whoever was STUPID enough to do this without my permission had damn well better start running and
never, EVER stop or I will hang him from his own entrails." A dangerous glare now burned in Major Carters eyes, filled with the wrath
someone felt towards another being whom they believed had seriously wronged them in some way.
Whether it was Selmak intervening or just past experience, Jacob decided not to tell his daughter that he had looped the rope
around her and the rest of SG-1.
The embarkation room was quiet for a moment. Then, "Carter, how do you know it was a guy?"
"All right, I'm back." Hammonds voice was probably the only thing that kept once seriously pissed off Major from jumping to
conclusions and assaulting her CO. Didn't prevent the older officer from picking up her mood, however. "Jacob, what happened while I
was away?" Teal'c O_o
"Oh, Jack tried to kill Daniel, Sam got upset, there was arguing...Tealc talked fast."
"So, nothing out of the ordinary then?
"Nope." Jack O_o
"Good to hear."
"Yes sir, very good to hear, whatever that may be. Uh," Jack noticed the rope around his waist, "care to tell us what's going on
here, sirs?"
"O'Neill,doyoubelievethatIamspeakingatagreaterthannormalrate?" Daniel O_o
Jack turned to Jacob. "Can Selmak play that back at, like, normal speed?"
Jacob quickly complied, having just realized Selmak would be able to help him do that. "He wants you to tell him if he's
speaking faster than normal."
"Okay, show of hands. How many people here think Teal'c is talking too fast?" Everyone but Daniel and Teal'c raised their
hands for Jacks call of a vote. "That's what I thought."
"Jack, c'mon. This is Teal'c we're talking about; if anything, he speaks slower and more carefully than any of us."
"Thankyouforyourvoteofconfidence,DanielJackson." Sam O_o
Daniel got a little wide-eyed at that. "Yeah, can we take another vote? I need to change mine." Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
"What are we voting on?" Sam asked.
"It's not important, Sam." Jacob made his way towards Hammond. "So, what did you want me to delay for?"
"For this." Hammond held out a baseball cap. The front was mostly white, with the Air Force logo emblazoned on it. On it was
written, in black magic marker, 'Jack, obey Jacob.' Hammond gave it his signature below, as well.
"George, you've got to be kidding me." Teal'c O_o
"Oh, it'll work, Jacob, don't worry."
"Isthisthingyouwishtotestthereasonforourbeingtiedtogether,GeneralHammond?" Jack O_o
While Jacob put on the cap, Hammond replied, "It's insurance for the mission, Teal'c."
"Uh, my insurance is already paid off, sir, but thanks for the offer."
Hammond turned to his old friend. "He's all yours." The commander of the SGC left for the control room.
"Jack, from now on, any order I give you, you will follow as if it came from Hammond himself, clear?"
"Listen, Jacob," Jack sauntered the ten feet towards the Tok'ra, "I like you and all, you've got a good sense of humor, but-"
Jacob turned around, indicating his new hat with an extended index finger. It took O'Neill a second to recognize the gesture,
follow the direction it was pointing, and take in the message. "He signed your head?"
Ignoring Jack, Jacob addressed the rest of SG-1. "All right, everyone. We're going back to PV8-366, hopefully to find wherever
it is you four lost your minds at. If you have any questions, just look at my hat. Off we go."
The wormhole formed behind them a few moments later. Hammond came over the intercomm: "SG-1, you have a go. Good luck."
Jacob started up the ramp, SG-1 falling in behind him. Two steps up, Jack paused. "Hey, I just did this a few hours ago."
"Well, you're doing it again, Colonel," Jacob retorted, adding emphasis to Jacks rank.
"But-"
"Jack!" Jacob whirled around, pointing at his cap again.
"...okey-dokey," Jack quipped.
They started back up again, almost there, when Carter had her turn to halt their progress. "Wait a minute, why are we walking
into an incoming wormhole?"
"Sam," you could hear it in his voice, Jacob was getting tired of this, "it's outgoing, trust me."
"Oh, good, because if we stepped into an INCOMING wormhole, it could-"
"Carter," Jack interrupted her, "save your breath. I've been given an order by your fathers hat, and I intend to follow it."
If Carter was thrown by this peculiar statement of Jacks, she didn't show it, simply following the large Jaffa in front of her
through the Stargate.
The party progressed smoothly through the event horizon, disappearing on the other side. After Carter stepped through, only Dr.
Daniel Jackson was left. He paused mid-stride. "What the..." He gave the room a good lock. "What's going on? Wasn't I just-"
"On PV8-366, yes Dr. Jackson, you were," Hammond interrupted his thoughts mid-sentence.
"I don't get it. What am I doing here, then?"
"The answer is on the other side of that wormhole, Dr." Implied message: 'Get your ass moving.'
"What about Jack, Sam, and Teal'c? What's are they? What's going on here, anyways?"
"Just follow the cord around your waist, doctor. It's tied to the answers."
Daniel found the cord around his abdomen. "That's weird. Why would someone tie a rope to me? And what do you mean I'm tied to
the answers? Where does this particular wormhole go, anways?"
"Just get going already, Dr. Jackson, before the wormhole closes!"
"Yeah but-" Daniel didn't have a chance to finish as a sharp tug from the line around his waist pulling him flailing into the
watery surface of the event horizon.
And with that, the wormhole disengaged.
"Wohoo!" Chevron guy threw up his arms in joy. Hammond gave him the US military patented 'COs glare of doom.' "Uh, sorry sir,
too much coffee, getting excited about missions and stuff."
"Right. Well next time, restrain your 'caffeine-induced' enthusiasm, clear?"
"Yes sir. Quite clear, general."
"Good." With Chevron guy (he REALLY needed to learn that mans name one day) sufficiently chastised, Hammond retired to his
office. He was careful to make sure no-one was nearby and that the door was closed all the way before yelling, "Wohoo!"
TBC
TBC
// Okay, next time they're REALLY going back to the planet. Promise.
// What's taken me so long? Well, like I stated before, I had to track down my muse. Funny, you'd think people would notice a 7 foot
// long purple dragon that speaks pig-latin like Yoda running around town in a black trench coat...but nooooo! Anyways, if you don't
// want my muse to run away again, then do as it said, and I quote: "eed-fay e-thay author-ay ith-way eviews-ray ou-yay ust-may. es-Yay,
// mmmmmmmmmm." Yeah, it's creepy, but I've learned to live with it.