` Jack groanded as he walked into the debriefing room. "I might as well just set up camp in here," he complained. "Because I'm not getting work done anywhere else until we get all of this sorted out."
"When do you ever get work done?" Sam demanded, now drinking soda in place of coffee.
"Very funny, Major. I happen to be a very efficient guy."
"Indeed," Teal'c replied, taking his usual seat.
"Dr. Jackson, Maj. Carter, have you come up with a name for our young guest?" Gen. Hammond asked to commence what must have been the hundredth meeting that day.
"Yes, Sir," Sam responded quickly. "After... hours of debate, we have agreed upon the name Andie."
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Agreed. That's the word for it."
"How'd you choose Andie for our mystery guest?" Hammond wondered.
Sam shrugged. "Jack said she wanted a simple name. Also, what Daniel suggested was unpronounceable and we couldn't agree on anything relatively normal for a temporary name."
"And you won the coin toss," Daniel added, almost bitterly. "And come on, for all we know her name is... equally unpronounceable."
"I like the name Andie!" Sam protested. "It just seems like it fits her!"
"Yeah, Andie *Carter*," Daniel taunted. "Again... YOU WON IN A COIN TOSS!"
"You know, I always said we need more hot Carters around here," Jack muttered teasingly. Sam shot him a silencing glare.
Gen. Hammond rolled his eyes. "I will pretend I did not hear that, Colonel. I will also pretend it was in reference to Jacob." Daniel stiffled a laugh as Jack had to hide a shudder. The General turned back to Janet. "Dr. Fraser, is there any change in her vitals?"
"Change? Oh, yes. Plenty of change. What I want to see is some lack in change," Janet responded. "But she's been eating if not drinking, so I don't see too much reason to worry. For the moment." A loud page for Janet to return to the infirmary sounded throughout the base. She looked up, slightly annoyed. "I told her– mean Andie, to come here in a few minutes so we could see if we could explain some things to her. It may take a while, but she didn't want an SF to carry her." She stood and was quickly making her way down the corridor.
A lieutenant hurried into the room and whispered something into Gen. Hammond's ear. He nodded and stood as well. "I have a call I must take. We'll take a short break until Miss Carter arrives and the doctor returns.
Jack rolled his eyes, slouching down in his chair as Hammond hurried out. "Does no one like this room anymore?" he demanded
"What's wrong with this room?"
The remaining occupants looked up as Andie walked slowly into the debriefing room, only stumbling once she'd reached her chair. Daniel caught her and helped her to sit. An SF nodded to them once she was situated with them before returning back down the hall to where he'd come from. She smiled appreciatively when Jack passed her a plate of crusty bread. "Doc told us you like bread," he said simply.
"A *lot*," Sam added, taking a seat at the table, a cup in her hand.
"What's that?" she asked, a piece of bread halfway to her mouth.
Looking down into her cup, a little surprised, Sam passed it over to her. "It's just a Diet Coke," she replied.
"Still maintain you prefer the taste, Major?" Jack taunted.
"I do!" Sam protested as Andie eyes the liquid suspiciously.
"It looks like coffee," she said. "Are you sure it isn't coffee?"
Daniel chuckled. "I promise you that soda taste nothing like coffee."
Jack nodded. "And *diet* soda is disgusting," he added as she put the cup to her lips.
"Just because you don't like the taste-" Sam snapped, but she let her thought trail off as Andie drained the cup in one breath.
"More," she said, holding the cup out. "Please?" she added as an after thought.
"I guess some people do prefer the taste," Daniel commented as Sam slowly reached out for the empty cup.
~~~
"She's been downing diet soda for the past hour. That can't be healthy," Jack commented. "Nor can it taste very good."
"I don't care what you think of the taste," Janet snapped, "something in that soda stabilized all of Andie's vitals. Her heart beats at a steady pace, she's stopped having hot and cold flashes, and most impressively, I can let her walk down the hall without sending and SF after her to catch her if she falls."
Gen. Hammond looked skeptically. "Are you sure these are lasting effects?" he questioned. "It's only been an hour."
"Her vitals were varying by the minute earlier," Sam reminded him.
"How is that even possible?" Jack wondered loudly.
"I think there may be something in the water on her planet, some chemical that her body has adapted to needing. Here, we only find it in diet soda."
Daniel nodded. "Aspartame probably. If it were caffeine she'd drink coffee."
Nodding again, Hammond made a decision. "Whatever the reason, we are going to make sure that little girl has all the Diet Coke she wants."
He motioned for them all to leave. Sam followed Jack out into the corridor, a funny little smile on her face. He glared at her. "What do you want Carter?" he demanded.
"Oh, nothing," she said happily.
"Just shut up," he snapped.
Her smiled widened. "I didn't say anything."
"You were thinking it," he accused. "You think *very* loudly."
"Whatever you say, sir," she giggled.
"No giggling!"
"Yes, sir!" she said mockingly.
"When do you ever get work done?" Sam demanded, now drinking soda in place of coffee.
"Very funny, Major. I happen to be a very efficient guy."
"Indeed," Teal'c replied, taking his usual seat.
"Dr. Jackson, Maj. Carter, have you come up with a name for our young guest?" Gen. Hammond asked to commence what must have been the hundredth meeting that day.
"Yes, Sir," Sam responded quickly. "After... hours of debate, we have agreed upon the name Andie."
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Agreed. That's the word for it."
"How'd you choose Andie for our mystery guest?" Hammond wondered.
Sam shrugged. "Jack said she wanted a simple name. Also, what Daniel suggested was unpronounceable and we couldn't agree on anything relatively normal for a temporary name."
"And you won the coin toss," Daniel added, almost bitterly. "And come on, for all we know her name is... equally unpronounceable."
"I like the name Andie!" Sam protested. "It just seems like it fits her!"
"Yeah, Andie *Carter*," Daniel taunted. "Again... YOU WON IN A COIN TOSS!"
"You know, I always said we need more hot Carters around here," Jack muttered teasingly. Sam shot him a silencing glare.
Gen. Hammond rolled his eyes. "I will pretend I did not hear that, Colonel. I will also pretend it was in reference to Jacob." Daniel stiffled a laugh as Jack had to hide a shudder. The General turned back to Janet. "Dr. Fraser, is there any change in her vitals?"
"Change? Oh, yes. Plenty of change. What I want to see is some lack in change," Janet responded. "But she's been eating if not drinking, so I don't see too much reason to worry. For the moment." A loud page for Janet to return to the infirmary sounded throughout the base. She looked up, slightly annoyed. "I told her– mean Andie, to come here in a few minutes so we could see if we could explain some things to her. It may take a while, but she didn't want an SF to carry her." She stood and was quickly making her way down the corridor.
A lieutenant hurried into the room and whispered something into Gen. Hammond's ear. He nodded and stood as well. "I have a call I must take. We'll take a short break until Miss Carter arrives and the doctor returns.
Jack rolled his eyes, slouching down in his chair as Hammond hurried out. "Does no one like this room anymore?" he demanded
"What's wrong with this room?"
The remaining occupants looked up as Andie walked slowly into the debriefing room, only stumbling once she'd reached her chair. Daniel caught her and helped her to sit. An SF nodded to them once she was situated with them before returning back down the hall to where he'd come from. She smiled appreciatively when Jack passed her a plate of crusty bread. "Doc told us you like bread," he said simply.
"A *lot*," Sam added, taking a seat at the table, a cup in her hand.
"What's that?" she asked, a piece of bread halfway to her mouth.
Looking down into her cup, a little surprised, Sam passed it over to her. "It's just a Diet Coke," she replied.
"Still maintain you prefer the taste, Major?" Jack taunted.
"I do!" Sam protested as Andie eyes the liquid suspiciously.
"It looks like coffee," she said. "Are you sure it isn't coffee?"
Daniel chuckled. "I promise you that soda taste nothing like coffee."
Jack nodded. "And *diet* soda is disgusting," he added as she put the cup to her lips.
"Just because you don't like the taste-" Sam snapped, but she let her thought trail off as Andie drained the cup in one breath.
"More," she said, holding the cup out. "Please?" she added as an after thought.
"I guess some people do prefer the taste," Daniel commented as Sam slowly reached out for the empty cup.
~~~
"She's been downing diet soda for the past hour. That can't be healthy," Jack commented. "Nor can it taste very good."
"I don't care what you think of the taste," Janet snapped, "something in that soda stabilized all of Andie's vitals. Her heart beats at a steady pace, she's stopped having hot and cold flashes, and most impressively, I can let her walk down the hall without sending and SF after her to catch her if she falls."
Gen. Hammond looked skeptically. "Are you sure these are lasting effects?" he questioned. "It's only been an hour."
"Her vitals were varying by the minute earlier," Sam reminded him.
"How is that even possible?" Jack wondered loudly.
"I think there may be something in the water on her planet, some chemical that her body has adapted to needing. Here, we only find it in diet soda."
Daniel nodded. "Aspartame probably. If it were caffeine she'd drink coffee."
Nodding again, Hammond made a decision. "Whatever the reason, we are going to make sure that little girl has all the Diet Coke she wants."
He motioned for them all to leave. Sam followed Jack out into the corridor, a funny little smile on her face. He glared at her. "What do you want Carter?" he demanded.
"Oh, nothing," she said happily.
"Just shut up," he snapped.
Her smiled widened. "I didn't say anything."
"You were thinking it," he accused. "You think *very* loudly."
"Whatever you say, sir," she giggled.
"No giggling!"
"Yes, sir!" she said mockingly.
