The italic text is thought.

Sorry for the language...I took this directly from the transcript of "Avalon, Part I" from www moon-catchin net.

Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell reported for duty three weeks later. But, before he met with his new commander, he walked up the ramp to the Stargate. He reached out and touched it. Things were definitely going to change, and he wasn't sure if he was going to like it. For one thing, Carter…no, Colonel Carter wasn't going to be there. Neither was Danny…Dr. Jackson, or Teal'c. This was going to get a little strange. But at least, he wouldn't have to deal with knowing intimate details of their lives.

Sgt. Harriman walked in. "Chief Master Sergeant Walter Harriman."

Walter, it hasn't been that long since I saw you…

"The General's ready for you, Colonel."

He closed his eyes. It had been so long since anyone had called him that.

"Bigger than I thought it'd be." He managed.

"Yes sir," He said, looking at Mitchell. "Welcome to Stargate Command."

Welcome back, would be more appropriate, Walter. He laughed at himself inwardly. Great. I come back after a year as a general and I started talking to the people around me in my head!

"Feel free to have a seat. General Landry will be with you in a minute. He's just finishing up a briefing with SG-12." Walter said as they entered the general's office. The office he had just started to get used to. The office that would always be General Hammond's office…

"Thank you Sergeant."

"Cocky sons of a bitches," The General said as he walked in. "Marines. I've never liked them." He picked up a file from the desk. "You must be Colonel Mitchell."

"Yes sir. It's good to be here sir." He said as he stood at attention.

"Well, your service record is impeccable Mitchell. What's wrong with you?"

What? General O'Neill gave the recommendation…of course, that's me, but… "Sir?"

"Nobody's perfect. Everyone has some kind of character flaw. What's yours?"

He smiled inside. "Sometimes I can be impatient. Sir."

"All pilots have type A personalities. I'm talking about your kryptonite. Don't worry I'll figure it out. Walter!"

The intercom sprang to life with Walter's voice. "The files on your desk along with the personnel folders you're about to request sir."

He smiled. Walters always had been on top of his job.

"About to request? Walter I'd appreciate it…"

It's no use, Hank.

"Push the button to talk sir."

Boy, had he heard that a lot over the last year..

"Thank you Walter!" He shouted. "The thing that's hardest to get used to around here is how good everybody is at their Job. Fact is…I like yelling at people. Never get the damn chance."

Don't I know it?

"I'll try not to lower the average sir."

"Ooh. Self deprecating sense of humor. You think it'll make people like you despite your outward perfection."

Nope, just the truth. When Carter, Daniel and Teal'c surround you everyday, it's hard not to feel below-average…not that that's their fault.

"No. "

"Here you go, son." Hank said as he handed a mountain of files to him. "Get started."

"Sir?"

"You heard the disconnected voice of the little sergeant with psychic powers. Those are personnel files. Start picking your team."

Again…Damn, I hate this!

"General. I'm here to join SG-1."

"Colonel. You're here to lead SG-1."

"Ah…what about Lt. Colonel Carter?" He asked. She's at Area 51, drowning her sorrows in science and technology…what I wouldn't give for a beer right now…

"Well…she's taken command of Stargate's R&D out of area 51."

"Since when?"

"Last week."

I took care of those papers myself. Hardest thing I've ever had to do.

"And Daniel Jackson?"

"Dr. Jackson put in for re-assignment. Teal's left the program over a month ago. I'm surprised General O'Neill didn't tell you."

"No."

"Well…that's Jack for you. You know I looked for the key to that desk for weeks till I finally got him to admit he never had one. The man never opened a drawer the whole time he was here."

That's not true…I just hid it in the plant to the right of the desk…I didn't WANT to have to open the drawer.

"I'm sorry sir…the reason that I requested this post-- wh---why I worked so hard…we—"

"Expresses himself poorly when faced with unexpected challenges. Your sheet says you have outstanding leadership skills. Take the files, Colonel. Choose your team. Before I start to question the accuracy of that claim."

"Yes sir."

He walked down to his office…it was poetic justice that he got the same office he had had for the first seven years of his post. There was his trusty computer. Then, he looked at his watch. It was about time for an e-mail to Carter…

From: O'Neill, Jonathan (Jack)
To: Carter, Samantha
Subject: Annoying?

Is this annoying enough for you? I couldn't let you go cold turkey! Things are pretty interesting here. But I'll get the hang of it soon- I hope…

Miss you-

Jack

He looked at the screen before he sent it. Was it too sentimental? Were there too many hidden messages? He sighed. Nobody would really care, as long as they thought that General Jack O'Neill was in Washington, DC, and that Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell was at Cheyenne Mountain. So, he hit the send button. Now, it was time to change into BDUs. He was definitely tired of the dress uniform.

A few minutes later, he received the following e-mail from Sam.

From: Carter, Samantha
To: O'Neill, Jonathan (Jack)
Subject: RE: Annoying?

It's nice to hear from you, sir. In fact, I wouldn't mind if you kept e-mailing me…it's getting really irritating to hear from these eggheads all day.

Maybe next time I'm in Washington- I'm going for a meeting with the Joint Chiefs on Thursday of next week (we're missing one of those mimic devices, nothing big- I hope). We should go for a drink. You know, reminisce about old times…stuff like that.

I miss you too…

Sam

He took a deep breath. He had known that this day would come...someday, someone would try to reach him and meet him in Washington, but he would be in Colorado. He sighed and began typing.

From: O'Neill, Jonathan (Jack)
To: Carter, Samantha
Subject: RE: Annoying?

Sorry, I'm in meetings with General Landry at the Mountain next Thursday. Rain check?

Jack

He could really use a pick-me-up by now. He ran his fingers through his hair. He REALLY wished that he could manage to get to Washington, DC. Besides, she could start to suspect that HE had the mimic device. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind. Carter was already gone and so was Teal'c, but maybe he could get Daniel to stay...

Yes, Jack is Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell.