Author's Note: This story has become more the writing of the newsletter and all the problems that go with it more than the newsletter itself. I hope no one minds. I will try to do both.
------Wake up your imagination. Here comes the story. Imagine away.------
The phoe rang in Major Samantha Carter's lab. She picked it up with an exasperated sigh, thinking it was Jack, again. He had called her five times now. How many problems could one person have with a computer?
"Carter."
"Hey Sam. It's me, Daniel. Can you come down to my office? I need your help."
"Yeah, sure Daniel. Is anything wrong?" Sam asked.
"No, nothing's wrong. I just need a little help. Nothing big."
"Sure. I can be there in a couple minutes. I need to finish somethings." She answered.
"Okay, thanks." He said, before hanging up the phone.
She spent 2 minutes saving her files and collecting more data from her experiment. She left her lab and locked the door behind her. She walked through the halls of the SGC, thinking as she walked about what Daniel could need help with.
Daniel's door was slightly ajar when she arrived. There were no loud noises coming from the room so she knocked on the door softly before pushing it open and walking in. Daniel was seated in his chair behind his desk. He looked away from his computer when he heard the knock.
"Hey Sam. Thanks for coming." Daniel said, rolling in his chair around his desk, after she had closed the door.
"No problem, what's up?" She inquired, again.
"Nothing's up. I told you that. I just need some help." Daniel explained.
"With what?" She asked.
"The newsletter. I spoke to General Hammond a few minutes ago. He wants m to put in a Scientific and Archaeological Advancements section in. I was hoping you could help with the scientific part." Daniel told her.
"Of course I will. You could have told me that on the phone though. Is there anything else you need?" Sam asked almost suspiciously.
Daniel looked guilty almost immediatly.
"What is it, Daniel? Did the General tell you something else?" She asked, grasping at straws, trying to find out what Daniel was trying to ask her.
"Yeah." He muttered. "General Hammond told that I had to find a job for Jack."
"Colonel O'Neill?" She asked.
"Yeah, the one and only apparently." Daniel answered sarcastically.
"Do you have any ideas?" She asked. This was going to be harder than she had thought.
"Not really, General Hammond said it had to be something that would keep him occupied so he couldn't cause any trouble, but something that he couldn't use to make more trouble." Daniel explained the General's rules.
"Smart man. This is going to be really hard. What do you have for the newsletter so far?" Sam asked.
"Betting pools, tentative mission schedules, injuries list, announcements and a gag section." Daniel repeated the sections from memory.
"What about the gag section? Could he work there?" Sam questioned.
"I don't think so. He has a wierd sense of humor. I don't think anyone who get it." Daniel thought out loud.
"So true. What about a sports section. Is there one of those?" Sam asked. Jack seemed to like sports.
"Hmm." Daniel said thinking it over. "He could put in scores for all the games on. I could teach him to find that stuff on the Internet so he doesn't have to watch every game of every sport on tv."
"Sounds good." Sam said. "I have to get back to my work. Call me when you need me to write that thing on the Science Department."
"Thanks Sam. I really needed you're help." Daniel thanked her.
"No problem." She said standing up. "See ya later."
"Yeah, bye. Good luck with your experiments."
"Thanks." She said as she left, heading in the direction of her lab.
------I can't add a line. Lines hate me. Sorry. Keep pretending, don't let you imagination die.------
Next Chapter: Daniel tells Jack. (Let us all take a moment to pity Daniel).
