Shortly after the events of Part 5. The updates are likely to slow down now, as I have gone back to work after a week off and can only work on these stories during the evenings.

This whole story/piece of lunacy was inspired by Lea Marie's story 'Late Night Swim', also available on this site. A lot of fun and highly recommended.

And now on with the story!


I strolled out of the elevator. "Colonel Carter," Teal'c greeted me.

"Hey, Teal'c," I said, trying to hide my smirk at his once-again-shaved head - without success, I might add.

He ignored my grin. "General Landry will arrive in less than an hour," he said. "Should you not have been here before now?"

"Keep your hair on, Teal'c." This time I didn't even bother to hide the smirk.

He tilted his eyebrow. "I have taken only mild revenge upon you, Colonel Carter - do not tempt fate."

Oh, yeah - Teal'c and his Jaffa revenge thing. It had nearly gotten him killed a few years ago when he'd gotten into a personal battle with the Goa'uld who'd killed his lover. "Got ya." I looked at my watch. "You think General O'Neill is in yet?" Nice segue, Doctor.

"I believe I saw him go to his office approximately fifteen minutes ago, Colonel Carter," Teal'c said, checking his own watch.

"I don't give a damn, Siler!" The General's dulcet tones echoed faintly somewhere along the corridor. "Just get rid of that damn fish! And ... can someone turn off that freakin' noise?"

I sniggered. Guess the biter got bit, huh, General?


"Hey, Carter!"

I looked up from my analysis of the Daedalus's hyperdrive engines to see the General standing at my open doorway. As usual, his hands were plunged deep in his pockets and his hair was all on end.

What wasn't quite so usual was the ... ahem; odor that clung to his clothing.

I choked down the smirk. "Sir; hi," I said.

He strolled in and I coughed slightly as the odor reached me. "Don't give me that innocent wide-eyed crap, Carter," he said. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about fish being where they shouldn't be?"

"We both agreed that this reality was close enough to the one we described on the video, sir," I said. "I really wouldn't recommend trying to change anything. The last thing we need is to risk a grandfather paradox ...".

"A-ah! Don't even think of trying to techno-babble your way out of this one, Carter!" he said. "Just keep this in mind; I bear grudges."

That was true. The General was the king of grudge-bearing. I was pretty sure that if he had been married to Sha're rather than Daniel, Teal'c would never have become a part of SG-1- in fact, wouldn't have lived long enough to regret his choices. "Sir?" I said.

He smiled - a predatory smile. "Just ... remember that, Carter," he said, then turned round and left, taking the odor with him.

I chuckled and got back to work.


It had been a week since the General had vowed retribution and, by now, I was a nervous wreck. I had taken to checking everything in my lab before I would touch it, and my laptop was welded to my person. When I was on world, that is.

Unfortunately, General Landry decided that we had been off the mission roster long enough, and scheduled a mission for us. If it hadn't been USAF property, I would have taken it home.

The door to my lab creaked open and I started, spilling coffee onto my table. "Sorry to startle you, Colonel," Landry said cautiously.

Breathing in heavily, I turned to him. "It's okay, sir," I said, wondering if I was about to get yanked off of active duty. After seeing me engage in borderline anal-compulsive behavior for a week, he probably had me down as a complete nut-job.

Maybe this was the General's revenge? Turn me into a nervous wreck just waiting for the other shoe to drop and not have to lift a finger? Devious. If I hadn't been on the receiving end, I would've admired his strategy.

I stood straight, arms folded behind my back. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, Colonel," Landry said. "I'd like to know just what the hell you and General O'Neill are playing at."

Crap. I'm dead. "Sir?" I said politely.

"O'Neill has spent the last week walking round with a huge sh ... smug grin, and you - a Lieutenant Colonel in command of our best team - are a nervous wreck." Landry frowned. "And don't think I didn't find out about your redecorating efforts."

Oh God ... I looked at my new CO, trying to assess how badly I was going to be punished, but I hadn't known him long enough to read him. A big man with a wealth of experience, he was about ten years older than General O'Neill, but wore his years lightly - much like O'Neill.

"You're damn lucky that I'm not officially in command of this facility yet, Colonel," Landry continued. "I don't know what kind of silly game you and O'Neill are playing, but you are not to bring it to work. Is that understood?"

"Sir! Yes, sir!" I said, straightening my back even further.

"Good," he said. "Now gear up, Colonel - you leave for P2J 444 in a half hour."

"Yes, sir," I replied.


Sorry if my take on General Landry is completely off. As I don't have satellite, I haven't seen any of Season 9 yet. If I've got him wrong, treat this as an AU or a 'what could have been'. LOL.