"What! I can't operate, I'm a General, and a man to booot eh."
Jack then watched Sam do a manoover that he wished he got on tape, so he could play it back it slow motion, over and over and over and over…

"Sire! We have to operate, Thor needs a cesarean!" Sam said now that she had manoovered herself so her hands were now in front of her.

"Carter, this is no time for a salad!" Jack said with real worry in his eyes, (no not the fake kind he uses every time Daniel's about to die, because he's done that soo many times, Jack wishes the next time will be the last.)

"No Sir, not a Caesar Salad, a caesarean to get the baby out. I just don't know that I can do this, I just wish Janet was here, she would know what to do." Sam said trying to keep the tears from coming back thinking about her long dead friend. 'Snif'

"Thor I really don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know if you have any anaesthesia…

"Hey! Enough with the big words! I'm getting a headache."

"Okaaay, Sir it's going to be very painful, I mean its really really gonna hurt Thor if we op-er-ate with out putting Thor to sleep." 'Geez the things I have to for this man.'

"What!" came a very high pitched voice from Thor.

"Sorry Thor, I can't help it, its gonna hurt like hell…only if Janet were here." Snif

" O'Neill, you must hurry, go to the bottom floor of the ship, to the very back, deepest darkest corner, in there you will find Dr. Fraiser." said a very worried Thor.

"What!" screamed Sam.

"Yes it is where we keep old used up plot lines, never to be seen again…be careful O'Neill, Anise is also down there."

"Oy, ah is she still wearing that tight low cut outfit that makes my…."

"General! We don't have time for that, Thor need Janet now!" Sam yelled, she hated Anise, and didn't want her flaunting her 'Stuff' around Jack.

Look Scarimor and Mandy, I've had about enough of this bad plot as I can take, and now you've corrupted the oh so innocent Poz and Deejay, they will never be the same! I'm not worried about TJ because I'm sure she's been corrupted a long time ago. But I tell you, when this is done, I am so going to get my P90 and…"

Scarimor looks at Mandy, Mandy looks at Scarimor," I'm not sure Scar, I think Sam might not survive this fic, What do you think?"

"Muwah-ha cough-ha-ha, damn I thought I got rid of that virus."

Sam looks through monitor, Deejay! Poz! You won't let them kill me off will you? Sniff, Sniff