Chapter two: Retaliation, or something like it…
Disclaimer: I don't own the Stargate, SG1, or Elvis. The only thing that is mine is this story…this disclaimer I had to shoot a Jaffa for…
Jack whistled as he walked down the hallway, set on the destination of a certain door. He carried an old Elvis record sleeve. Walter stopped him for a second, trying to not notice the General's cleanly shaven head. "Excuse me sir. What are you planning?" he saw that twinkle in Jack's eye that he got when up to mischief.
"Teal'c wanted me to bring him an Elvis record."
"But Teal'c's room…"
"Ah." Jack held up his finger. "Don't tell me. I don't want to know right now."
They both approached the door. "Sir, Teal'c is in the mess hall."
"Then I'll just slip it under the door." He placed the open side of the record sleeve just under the door. He stepped back and knocked briefly on the door. He then placed his ear against the metal and listened.
"Jack." Daniel startled him for a second.
"What?"
"You said that you wanted to meet us here O'Neill." Teal'c had walked up.
"Sir?" Walter had become quite confused.
"One second!" Jack snapped as he heard movement on the other side. He stepped back and smashed the record sleeve as hard as he could. "Walter, you may want to run." Walter looked around, seeing that the door was opening, then backed up and dashed down the hall, knowing that he did not want to be a part of what just happened.
"Who did this?" Sam stepped through the door from her quarters, covered in a white cream.
"Sorry Carter. I thought this was Teal'c's room, I was getting him back for the shaven head." Jack gave her his charming grin as he lied.
Sam crossed her arms, "Teal'c's room is not on this floor and Teal'c is standing right next to you."
"I knew something was wrong with this picture." Jack started towards the elevator, "By the way, briefing in ten minutes. Sorry, that gives you no time to clean up." He pressed the button on the elevator and started whistling as the door closed.
"Were either of you a part of this?" She asked the remaining archeologist and alien.
"No, Sam we were not." Daniel quickly stated.
"Daniel Jackson is correct. We had not part in this plot involving . . ." He stuck out a finger, wiped is across Sam's sleeve and stuck the white glob in his mouth. " . . . shaving cream." With a raise of his eyebrow, he walked off towards the other elevator to head up to the briefing room.
"I guess this means…" Daniel started.
"Yes Daniel, this means war!" She shouted and went back into her room for a towel.