Author's Notes: I dont think this qualifies as a Sue Kay?Is that what its called???? So tell me if it is... plz R&R!
Have fun...!
"But she only comes when she's alone…" Seanait ended there because neither of them could hold a straight face and burst out laughing.
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Faolán hadn't heard that song for ages and now it all came rushing back, the private joke and all. She doubled over in laughter. Doug and Seanait went to support her before she collapsed on them. Doug took the opportunity to ask something.
"What's so funny, major?" Seanait gave him a side look and managed to stop chuckling for a moment.
"If you're good, I'll tell you later captain," she compromised and turned all her attention to Faolán. The brown-haired major looked up at her friend.
"Remember when… remember when…" she couldn't finish because the memory was so darned funny, but she didn't have to. Seanait knew exactly what she was talking about and nodded vigorously. Seanait know held her sides. The hallway was long and gratefully empty, so the friends had plenty of time to get down laughing before Faolán's ass-chewing from the General. Before they reached the general's office, they had calmed down enough where one: everything wasn't funny, and two: they were discussing things like somewhat civilized people. Dunlop reached her hand out for the door knob as the door was wrenched from her grip and opened. In the doorway, ready to storm down the hallway, was a very irate General Selwyn. General Thomas Selwyn was the Academy's general. He didn't look like he should a desk jockey, but out in the field. He was medium-tall (6'), had once-dark hair, now graying slightly, and had a very commanding atmosphere about him, but he could also be a very nice man. The women and male looked him in the eye and straightened immediately. Like Seanait, the general hated the incessant saluting, so he didn't require it for personnel he knew and boy did he know these two. He fumed off. Actually, he was slightly calmer, he didn't have to go looking for the majors, they came to him – all the better. He moved from the door.
"Come in Major Dunlop and Captain Rosk. Major Doyle, I will speak to you in a moment. Something of singing, I understand." He had a little evil glint in his eye. Luckily, Seanait's military training held, she didn't blush. He closed the door and she went to sit down. Now she blushed and put her head in her hands.
How did he find out about that? she wondered, even though the answer quite obvious. Anyone could have told him, duh. Seanait smiled slightly and wondered what kind of an ass-chewing her friend was getting.
"Major, captain," the general said calmly, reining in his desire just to let it all out. George said that never worked, one has to be patient to be a general. "Major, you know you just wasted millions of precious US dollars, did you not?" His anger was showing through. Faolán nodded.
"I know, sir." Faolán figured that this wasn't the time to mess around with him, so she cut back on the sarcasm. Now he turned to Rosk.
"If I ever see you fly like that…" he didn't have to finish.
"Yes, sir!" Rosk answered back promptly. Back to Faolán…
"Now… what the HELL WERE YOU DOING, MAJOR?!" He let it loose, perfectly aware that, despite the sound-proofed walls (which were only half sound-proofed), that the other major must have heard him. He was right. Seanait grinned to herself and looked down the hallway. The voice echoed, the whole bloody Academy could have heard that one.
"I had plans for you two and your bird that might have PREVENTED THIS! You were to brake off from the mission at once." Seanait had heard the general belch that one again. Back inside, neither the major nor the captain felt that they should point out the fact that they had been calling the base and had no answer.
"Tom," said a quiet, but commanding voice from behind the pilots. They whipped around. Faolán hadn't even noticed the man standing there, by the looks of it, he was a Major General. Doug recognized the general for the one he'd seen earlier with General Selwyn. They both saluted. He returned a lazy one. Faolán glimpsed a momentary flicker of recognition, and then it was gone. She knew this man or had seen him somewhere before.
"At ease, major, captain." The general thought for a second then reconsidered his order. "Actually, captain, could you leave us and send in Major Doyle?" Hammond asked kindly while the other general was getting over his rage, now he was calm.
Doug turned to both of them. "Sirs, ma'am," he saluted smartly and left. Seanait saw the navigator leave the room and stood up.
"Ma'am," he greeted her like a friend. She acknowledged him. "The General wants to talk to you… and there's another general in there. He's a major general. Good luck ma'am." He grinned.
"Thanks," she muttered rebelliously and strolled on in to the place of doom. "Good… afternoon, sirs," she greeted conversationally after closing the door and saluting the 'foreign' general. She turned to the other general, and unlike Faolán, recognized the man immediately. There was no way she could tell her friend in private until they got out of the room. So, she improvised. "General Hammond, General Selwyn," she gave them her regards and looked at Faolán for her reaction. All she did was raise her head in acknowledgement. Hammond was surprised.
"You know me, Majors Doyle and Dunlop?" he wondered. They both nodded an affirmative. Luckily for them, he didn't ask how they knew him. Selwyn called attention back to him with a polite cough and Hammond nodded.
"Major Doyle, your and Major Dunlop's performance in the cafeteria, no matter how well it was done, was unseemly and did not set a good example, but there is a good reason you're both in here. It's all yours General," Selwyn explained not so thoroughly. Hammond got off Selwyn's desk to address the girls.
"Majors, I have a treat for you. I work in the Cheyenne Mountain Complex and, as you may know, NORAD is based there, but there is something more secret than you can imagine there too." At this, he noticed the women's eyes light up in excitement. "It's called the Stargate Program and you have full security clearance for it." The women were definitely excited. They wondered how this could happen.
"Tomorrow at 1100 hours, you two will show off your piloting skills, and I note, your piloting skills, not your crashing skills to General Hammond in your F-14's. Part of his team will be there to evaluate you. Is that all, General?"
Hammond nodded. "Yup. Majors, you are dismissed." They left without a word. When they heard the door behind them close, out came the shock of being at the SGC and the prospect of meeting SG-1. Seanait whispered a forced "Holy shit!" Faolán nodded in shock.
"This is going to be SOO much fun!" Faolán elaborated, noting the indiscretions of SG-1. Seanait nodded slowly.
"We're gonna be in the Stargate Program, WTF?" Faolán giggled. "Wanna go to O'Malley's tonight?" Seanait asked her friend.
"Sure, maybe we can find some cute guys," Faolán hinted. Seanait knew what she meant. But at the moment, Seanait need to find her navigator…
"Unless you want to be…" she mused aloud. Faolán cocked her head.
"Sorry, what?"
"Why don't we just take out one plane and be navigator and pilot to each other, because, I mean, it's only us that's going, right?" Seanait asked and Faolán considered.
"Dibs on my plane!" she spouted out. Seanait snapped her fingers in a sarcastic gesture. Rats.