Title: General O'Neill's Cure to Stress

Author: Lt.Kara.Thrace

Rating: G

Pairing: Hints of Jack/Sam

Genre: Humor

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply.

Archive: Sure, just let me know first.

Summary: Being a general sure is stressful, good thing general O'Neill has found a way to deal with it. One shot. JackSam.

Author's Note: Okay I have changed the wording a little and added a little part on the end but other than that it is the same as before.

General O'Neill sat in his office, staring down the mountains of paperwork piled up on his desk. It was getting so bad, that he wouldn't be able to see over them if he didn't do something about it. In addition to that, every time Carter came to his office she nagged him to just do it and quit making excuses. Being a general was overrated in his opinion, there was way too much paperwork and stress. He sighed, surrendering he picking up a pile of papers and began to flip though them. There was a knock at his door. "Come in," he grumbled.

Carter walked in, "General I have the paper on my analysis of the alien device we recovered on P2X842, umm…where would you like me to put it?" She was eyeing his paper mountains with apprehension.

"Why don't you read it to me. I don't seem to have any room to put it anywhere at the moment." He dropped the papers he was flipping through.

"Yes sir. The device we recovered on P2X842 seems to be a transmitter of some sort. Its primary energy source appears to be…" WHOOSH! Carter put her hands on her hips, "Sir!" A paper airplane had just flown by her head and into the wall, landing on the ground it's nose crumpled

"Sorry I couldn't help myself with all this paper around, please go on. I won't do that again."

"Okay, as I was saying the primary energy source appears to be solar and the mechanism inside appears to…" WHOOSH! "Sir?" Carter looked up and saw that General O'Neill's head had dropped down onto his desk and dislodged all of the papers onto the floor, "Sir!"

His head jerked up, "Huh? What?"

"You fell asleep and your papers…" She gestured to the mess, "I'll just…"

He cut her off as she bent down to pick up the papers. "No leave them there, at least I can put things on my desk now," he smiled innocently

"Yes sir, I think I'll just leave this paper here with you, since you seem to have nothing better to do but throw paper airplanes and sleep…" She wondered if he'd get angry with her for saying that, it was kind of rude.

General O'Neill stared at Carter for a moment then laughed, "I'm so sorry it's just that I'm tired and stressed out. Your paper wasn't that boring."

"Really?" Carter didn't quite know whether to believe him or not.

"Yes really, being a general is overrated, but don't tell anyone I said that."

"Yes sir. You look tense."

"I guess I am but I still have to get on with my paperwork." Carter walked over to his desk and behind him. He tried to turn around his chair but she wouldn't let him, "What are you do…oh…mmmmm."

"Does that feel any better general?" She was massaging his shoulders and he laid his head on the desk.

"Much better, but don't stop."

"You know if you are really so bored I could show you how to make a paper air plane that would circle instead of smashing into the wall."

"That would be great."

The End