Caught!
Disclaimer: Hey I don't own any of SG-1… too bad too…
Late nights suck, Sam Carter determined as she was walking down the corridors of the SGC after working into the late hours of night on the naquada generator. Sam suppressed a yawn as she stumbled around to see who else was up at this ungodly time.
Certainly Jack isn't here… Teal'c is, but he's probably kel'nor'reem-ing, Daniel might be doing something on those runes with found on the last planet – gods I'm tired, what was the name of the planet? Uh…uh oh… Carter realized just how tired she was, she couldn't even remember the designation for a planet and she always knew those.
As Sam hopped into the elevator, she started to hum to keep herself awake until she found someone to drive her home or until she found some damn strong stimulants or ooh, coffee – yes coffee sounded nice. Now who wanted to come with her?
She stumbled down the level's hallways to find her friend Janet the doctor. If she wasn't too busy – it was the graveyard shift mind you – maybe she'd get some coffee with Carter.
Sam was in luck, Janet was still here. Sam made a small knocking sound and smiled. Janet took one look up.
"Out!" she pointed back through the door. "Didn't I tell you to go home?" Sam smirked.
"Yeah, then again, I'm no dog." Janet's demeanor wavered before she chuckled at the comment.
"So, what's up?"
"Oh nothing much, I was looking for Daniel, Jack, or Teal'c to see if they were awake and maybe have some coffee with me."
Janet yawned and stretched out. "Oh yes, coffee sounds divine. Commissary?"
Sam nodded wearily. "Hell yeah."
The two women trudged up to the elevator and collapsed against the walls once inside. Each took a micro-nap before the car stopped at the commissary. The elevator came to a stop with a jolt, this jolt moved the women out of snoozing. Up and out they went and collapsed into the chairs of the mess. They were surprised little when the general, looking worse than they, came and plopped into a chair next to them.
"Well hello sir, how's your night been?" Janet asked tiredly. The general kind of moaned an 'mmm' showing that this night sucked.
"Not so great women. Yours?"
"Not so great," they answered together.
"Grr… late nights suck," Sam muttered rebelliously to herself.
"Wha major?" the general managed to get out.
"Nothing, late nights suck."
"Hear hear," Janet noted. Once finished with their coffee, the general, the major, and the doctor all went their separate ways. Sam headed back down to grab her work she'd forgotten and perhaps find the rest of her team. The general stumbled back to his office to maybe catch a few z's on his desk. Doctor Frasier rebelliously left.
Sam walked by on her last route to the surface when she stopped her humming to hear some other source of music, not humming, but perhaps singing. Curious, she walked off to investigate. As she walked down the hall, the music grew louder. Now she was intrigued because Jack's 'office' was on this desolate level.
Carter recognized the music for classic rock and wondered who on earth would be up listening to music this late. Sam, unbelieving, took a quick glance at her watch. It was 00:10 – ten minutes past midnight, ick.
Now she was definitely close enough to hear strains of lyrics floating by. Something about pounds and bananas. The major almost strolled straight past her commanding officer's office until she numbly realized that's where the music was emanating from. The door was just a crack wide, she nudged it open with her head and leaned in.
The colonel was standing off-balance talking in a slightly southern accent with giggles punctuating the words. "Boy… boy… it sure musta been something. Just imagine thirty… thousand pounds… of bananas! Yes there were thirty thousand pounds… of mashed bananas. Of bananas, thirty thousands pounds… of bananas!" At this point he was following along with the CD in clapping his hands and dancing around like a nut. He actually wasn't a half bad singer. Carter pulled her head out, shook it, and poked back in. Now the music had changed to something with a nice electric guitar solo in the beginning for now Jack was on his knees playing an air guitar.
Wow…that was err… odd? I'm just gonna walk away now. Sam thought. Down the hallway came a giggle from her. Hehe, Colonel Jack O'Neill caught red handed in the action. Sentenced to embarrassment. She chuckled again and stepped into the elevator to the top.
A/N: It was 11:00 at night when I wrote this... so I can can of relate, lol!
