A/N: This is taking place within Jack's mind. Words that aren't in italics are emphasized Thank you. The thing from Peter David's novels was, in Double Helix book 5, Double or Nothing, Admiral Jellico and Captain Calhoun had…a falling out. The actual quote is, "I don't care who your friends are! I don't care who supports you! I don't care if 'Calhoun is my favorite captain' appears on the wall of Starfleet Headquarters in flaming letters 12 feet high!" The ATT thing goes out to Mr. Hodgens, my Algebra I teacher. Hooray for the bald headed man!

"Sir! General! General O'Neill!" Samantha Carter was saying. She seemed quite alarmed. "Sir! Your meeting with the president starts now! Get out of bed!"

Jack was in full dress uniform under his covers. He'd known something like this was going to happen. He should never have scheduled a meeting—especially a meeting with the President—at eight hundred hours.

Brigadier General Jack O'Neill, former head of SG-1, current head of Stargate Command glanced at the alarm clock. 0758 gleamed sadistically in red numbers, seeming to drip gore to Jack's exhausted eyes. He hopped out of bed. "Lieutenant Colonel, bring me a large glass of the most robust coffee we have, and dissolve a couple of those caffeine pills in there."

"Sir," Sam sounded wary. "Are you sure that this will give you a dignified manner in front of the President with you all hopped up on caffeine?"

Jack was already on the move toward the door. "Sam, sleeping in all this clank," he gestured to his uniform, "Is not comfortable." He ran out of his quarters. "This is a last-ditch effort to wake up my brain," he called. His voice grew to a full shout as Jack reached the elevator. "And I'm the ranking officer here, and I order it, so bring me the damned coffee already!

Sam hurried off to the cafeteria.

As Jack took a drink out of his coffee, he felt more alert, and he actually appeared to have the necessary coordination between his ears and his brain to listen to and comprehend what the President was saying.

"…and so this is why I'm shutting down the Stargate program and welding the iris shut. I will also be detonating an ATT missile on this facility," the President was saying.

Unfortunately for Jack, he had just taken a large gulp of his coffee. Upon hearing the President's decision, Jack sprayed his coffee all over the CEO's formerly impeccable white tux shirt, making him look like he'd been mud wrestling with the Vice President, who also caught some of the "spray".

General O'Neill was yelling in defense of his facility before the full implications of the President's closure of the SGC sank in. "Mr. President!" he shouted. "You're closing the SGC! Welding the iris shut! WHY!"

"There is too much threat from the Goa'uld to justify continuing the program," the President answered calmly. He was awfully calm, considering he'd just wrecked the lives of well over a hundred people.

Jack's thoughts were racing around his skull like mad little hamsters caught between an ATT missile and an oncoming train. Closing down the SGC! Putting all of us out of a job. Daniel, Teal'c, where will Teal'c go? He's not welcome here after that incident with his apartment, Bra'tac's dead, and the Goa'uld will just kill him. Carter… That stopped the Thought Express cold, saving all those hamsters. Carter, with whom he'd had an on-again, off-again relationship since practically the day she'd joined the team. Oh, sure, it wasn't like she'd be unemployed. He wouldn't be either, but it was extremely unlikely they'd be assigned to the same base. Carter, who'd left her fiancé for him…

Jack swiftly came up with a plan. Looking calm and at peace with the President's ruling, he grabbed the coffeepot and his mug and stood up. "Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, would you like some of this excellent coffee?"

"No. Thank you, though. It looks delicious, but I've already had my morning coffee." The President was surprisingly polite, considering the aforementioned fact of the whole life wrecking thing.

"Are you kidding! I'm on a diet! Do you have any idea how many calories that stuff has! And even on top of that, it looks absolutely horrendous." How did this guy get elected anyway, Jack found himself wondering of the Vice President.

"Well too bad. You get some anyway, diet or no." Quickly, before it could register on the officials what he was going to do, Jack poured the coffeepot on the President and his mug on the VP.

"General! I'll have your rank for this! I don't care who your friends are! I don't care who supports you!"

Here the VP chimed in, "I don't care if 'O'Neill is my favorite general' appears on the wall of the White House in flaming letters 12 feet high!" Obviously he was a fan of Peter David's novels.

"I will put you on an outpost training cadets in the middle of fu-" the President stopped to catch his breath, "-ing NOWHERE!"

As Jack rose from the table, Kinsley had to celebrate. Almost under his breath, just loud enough for Jack to hear, the man was going, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Jack snapped. "Here is a parting gift," he said, and he hurled his mug as hard as he could at Kinsley. The erstwhile general turned away before impact, but he heard a shatter, some cracks and crunches, something dripping to the floor, and several very satisfying screams.