Author: Varilynn
Genre: General
Rating: G
Status: Incomplete
Disclaimer: I have no legal claim to the characters and ideas of Stargate SG-1, and am making no money by writing stories about it.
Author's Note: I have limited computer access at the moment so I wanted to upload what I can now. Normally I would hate splitting this up since it doesn't work as well. When it's done I'll re-post it in one piece. There's 16 more little segments that I have to add, as well as some more editing. Editing suggestions would be welcome.
General Hammond sat in his office and contemplated the door. He was expecting a visitor shortly, and wasn't looking forward to the conversation.
He shifted his gaze to the stack of personnel reports piled high on his desk. Every six months he, along with Doctor Fraiser, went through the files of everyone assigned to the SGC. They reviewed all medical records, various reports concerning physical and mental health, and made sure all his people were in top condition.
The four ridiculously thick folders in front of him belonged to the base's flag team, SG-1. Taping his fingers on the desk Hammond idly flipped through the one on top. He shook his head in wonderment. By all rights, these four people should have been dead several times over. In fact, had been dead on several occasions. Considering what they had gone through in the last five years that wasn't at all surprising. But surely that had to affect a person. Which was why Hammond was sitting there waiting with such displeasure.
Teal'c strode rapidly down the halls of the SCG. The Jaffa exuded a presence which automatically made people want to get out of his way. At times he would have found it amusing. At the moment the personnel scurrying away from him barely registered.
An airman had roused Teal'c from his meditation with a summons from General Hammond. He had been asked to meet the general in his office, alone. From this Teal'c deduced the meeting was about the other members of SG-1, and that worried him. Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, and Doctor Jackson had become his family on Earth, the only one he saw with any regularity. That something might be amiss disturbed him greatly.
He reached the briefing room and walked through it to knock sharply on the general's door. The command to enter was immediate and Teal'c stepped through. General Hammond sat at his desk, surrounded by file folders. Teal'c recognized the ones belonging to his team mates lying open. He had been right, this did concern SG-1.
The general gestured to one of the thinly padded chairs. "Please, Teal'c, sit down." Teal'c complied, resting his elbows on the chair arms and folding his hands together.
"Is there a problem, GeneralHammond?" Hammond swivelled his chair slightly and clasped his own hands together on top of the files.
"No, no, of course not. At least I hope not. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you a few questions Teal'c, about the rest of SG-1." Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow. General Hammond leaned back in his chair and shuffled through some of the papers in the files.
"Ah, yes. Over the last couple of months I've been receiving reports from personnel around the base. People have some concerns. They're worried that SG-1 is becoming, ah, slightly unstable. And frankly, I have to admit that the thought has crossed my mind on more than one occasion. SG-1 is the most erratic team I have, but you're the best. I need you, this world needs you. I can't have them crash and burn on me. Now, you've spent the most time with SG-1 in the last five years. Have you noticed any irregularities? And abnormal behaviour?"
Teal'c tilted his head to study the general. "You wish to know if my team mates have become mentally unstable?" Hammond winced at the bluntness.
"I suppose what I want to know is, should I be concerned?" Teal'c sat back to think. With the help of his symbiote, he was able to access his memories of the last five years with a clarity that would surprise most humans. Focusing his gaze on the wall behind General Hammond's head, Teal'c let the images run through his mind.
In a rare period of downtime, the members of SG-1 were sprawled around the living room of one Jack O'Neill. Jack had insisted they all get away from the base, and had enlisted the help of Teal'c to forcibly remove Daniel and Sam from their labs. They had retaliated by not speaking to Jack for the entire drive from the base. They were now slouched in various pieces of furniture, glaring at the floor.
Jack looked at them for several seconds, before heading to the kitchen for the beer. He returned with four bottles and passed them out. Daniel and Sam didn't even look at him.
"Aw, come on you guys. Lighten up a little." Daniel raised his head to glare at Jack.
"I was busy, Jack. Do you have any idea how backed up the lab is? We weren't supposed to be gone for so long that last mission. I have work I should be doing." Jack shook his head and looked at Sam, who by her expression agreed with Daniel.
"We're on downtown Daniel. You do remember what that means don't you?"
"Oh, please, enlighten me. It seems to have slipped my mind…"
Sam gave a short bark of laughter and smothered it with her hand. Jack looked triumphant. "Ha! I knew you couldn't stay mad at me Carter." Sam shook her head and muttered something suspiciously like 'idiot' under her breath.
"Fine, Sir. But the next time you drag me out of my lab don't think I'll let you off so easy." Jack eyed her and set his beer on the table.
"You've been working too hard, you needed a break." At this Sam looked away. "Maybe I need to work." Jack and Teal'c exchanged looks as Daniel also looked away at this quiet admission.
"Carter, you did the best you could. So did you, Daniel. You can't save everyone, and not everyone wants to be saved. That doesn't mean I'm going to let you try to single-handedly save this world by yourself. You're gonna burn out."
Sam muttered a 'yes Sir' and glanced at Daniel. He winced, but nodded. "Good. Glad that's settled. Now…" And with that Jack picked up a pillow and launched it at Sam. "Loosen up Major! That's an order."
Sam stared at him incredulously as the pillow bounced off her head. Teal'c raised his eyebrows when Sam tossed the pillow back at her colonel. "DanielJackson, what is the meaning of this?" Daniel found himself grinning at the big Jaffa.
"This, Teal'c, looks like the beginning of a pillow fight."
"A 'pillow fight'?"
Jack had picked up another pillow and aimed it at Daniel, but paused with it raised in the air. "Daniel, you mean to tell me we've never shown Teal'c what a pillow fight is?"
"Guess not Jack."
"Well then what are you waiting for? This is a very important part of Earth culture." And with that he launched the pillow at Teal'c.
By the time they were too exhausted to move, more than half of Jack's pillows had been destroyed. Feathers and stuffing covered the living room in a layer of white and was still floating down from the ceiling. The three sweaty humans had feathers stuck to them like glue, and even Teal'c had one resting behind his ear. Teal'c surveyed the damage. "O'Neill, we have destroyed your living room."
Jack shrugged and reached for a half-stuffed pillow. "Who cares? It was fun," he gestured to the still falling debris before jamming the pillow under his head. From Daniel came a snort, and something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle from Sam. The three were lying on the floor, seeming totally unaware of the disaster area around them. Teal'c watched as one by one they closed their eyes and fell asleep.
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Teal'c had time to notice Daniel sitting on a stool in Sam's lab before throwing himself to the side to avoid being impaled with a dart. "MajorCarter," he said as another dart sailed past him.
"Sorry Teal'c, I didn't see you there."
"Indeed. I should have alerted you to my presence." Teal'c turned to look at the dart board hung on the wall beside the door. Covering the board was a large picture of Nirrti he assumed Sam had gotten from the security files. It was perforated by several dozen holes. It looked like Sam had been at it for a while. Daniel, chin on fist, was observing from a safe distance.
"You know, this is kind of morbid Sam."
"I don't care." She picked up another handful of darts. "She murdered Cassandra's people," - thunk, in Nirrti's left eye - "put a bomb in her chest," - thunk, this time the right - "and almost killed her with her damn experiments!" Thunk, dead centre.
"Nice shot," Daniel commented as Sam got up to retrieve the darts.
"Thanks." She held them out to Daniel. "Want to take a turn?"
Daniel shrugged as he slid off the stool. "Sure, why not," and lined up his first dart.
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