That shiver down your spine is me. The breath on the back of your neck, me. RUN!
Chapter Three: You Know It's Gonna Get Worse
Jack O'Neill was FUMING. He was stuck in bed, in the infirmary after re-injuring his knee. The batteries in his GameBoy had run out and General Hammond had ordered an SF to deliver ALL his overdue paperwork to him. Gen. Hammond had also personally issued the order that he was not allowed to leave the infirmary until he had completed it ALL. It didn't help that Siler, on his feet for the first time after three months in traction (he'd fallen over 30 feet after the ladder he was on had been disintegrated by an incoming wormhole SG1 had been coming in hot), had fallen over said paperwork, knocked himself out, severely concussed himself and broken his nose and right wrist.
For some reason Jack's comment of "I don't know how he didn't see it!" had NOT gone down well with Dr. Fraser. He also had a headache from the after effects of the sedative Janet had been forced to give him after General Hammond had insisted that he still deal with Anise. Suffice to say, by the time the Tok'Ra representatives had arrived the sedative had taken effect and Jack was not making much sense. ("Here snaky, snaky!") What exactly happened is too ugly to mention, so we shall ignore it. Once the General watched the security camera's recordings of the events, however, he also needed a sedative (well Dr. Fraser decided that it was a sedative or a heart attack).
Then things got weird.