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Chapter 2

General George Hammond was pissed. He had just sent SG-1 on their 21st mission in a row and he was tired of doing what the Pentagon told him to do. Over the course of eight months, Hammond went from obeying orders to questioning but obeying to now. He'd just gotten off the phone with the Pentagon after arguing with them about a 22nd mission when Sgt. Harriman knocked.

"Come in, Walter." Hammond said.

"SG-1 is on the radio with us, again." Walter said. "Any news?"

"Yes, tell them to come back.", Hammond said.

"They're already on the way." Walter replied.

"Good."

Time to call the President and request a vacation. Hammond picked up the red phone and asked for the President. A moment later, he was talking to him.

Meanwhile, the Gate flared up. Harriman stated "Wormhole Activation!", but the General was busy. He did nod and Walter said "Receiving SG-1's IDC". Nod and the iris opened revealing a very tired and worn out Colonel O'Neill, Daniel Jackson and Major Carter. Teal'c was as unruffled as ever.

Hammond waved them to come to the briefing room, but he was distracted and told the President to hold for a minute. Hammond went to the control room and said, "Welcome back, SG-1. Report to the Infirmary before coming to the Briefing Room. I'm on the phone with the President about your current situation."

O'Neill couldn't help but be relieved by this, as he literally ran to the glass and placed a kiss on the glass to show his utter relief. "Yes, sir," he said, after the relief faded. Hammond laughed ruefully at such an open display of relief, then returned to his office to complete the call to the Commander in Chief.

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Dr. Janet Fraiser understood the situation that both General Hammond and SG-1 were in. She was a doctor in the military, after all. Fraiser had seen her share of bad injuries and treated them all. This situation was different, though. Different because she had formed friendships with all of the SG teams. Different because after she had patched them up, they were on the move again and again.

Fraiser was frustrated beyond Hammond because her best friend was on SG-1 and they had been used the most. She realized that if they were the best, they had to be used the most. Fraiser was the main reason why they were the best because she had had them in her infirmary the most times. Janet had stitched them up, surgically repaired them, and resuscitated them more time than even she remembered.

When Colonel O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 entered the infirmary minutes later, it was with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Fraiser noticed this immediately as her staff got ready for the post-mission physical that every team had to go through.

"You look happier," she remarked to Sam, as she set Carter up for her physical.

"I feel happier, Janet. I think we're about on down time. Not that I need it. Jack and Daniel look ready to fall asleep, though. I know they're looking forward to it." Carter said.

"Hell, yes, we're looking forward to it. Do you know how many days we've had off in the last eight months, Carter? Hmm?" O'Neill asked, and then answered his own question by holding up a finger. "One. One lousy, stinking, no fun at all because we had to go off roading again day off.", he finished his tirade by emphatically sticking his finger in his ear. "If Hammond gives us another mission, I'll retire and take you three with me. If we end up in the brig, so be it." O'Neill fumed after taking the finger out.

Everyone in the room heartily agreed with that assessment, including Carter. "Either that or my lab, sir," she remarked. At this, the Colonel laughed riotously.

"What? So I can play with your fancy doohickeys?", he asked.

"Maybe," Carter supplied, with an evil twinkle in her eye and a hand on her shirt.

At this, O'Neill nearly fell to the floor. Whether it was from laughter or sexual tension, no one knew. Fraiser stopped them short with a cough.

"You're all clean, guys, medically speaking. Go take a shower before the General decides to deploy you again because you smell.", she ordered.