Sorry for the wait and for the fact this is kinda short. There is more already in the works. School is taking precedence this year, I'm afraid so chapters will be coming only once a week but I'm hoping to make them longer and better written.
I should have said this at the being but Pete knows about the Stargate program and its before Jack is a General.
Thanks for all the reveiws! Hit the 100 mark! w00t! Thank you SG-Fan for beta'ing and support.
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"Are you planning on getting up any time soon? Because you're starting to get a pain in your neck," Jack informed him.
Pete still kept silent; his feelings were the only thing betraying his thoughts. Jack felt like there was a whole rollercoaster going on in that head that Jack wasn't quite experiencing. One moment Pete was angry, next he was depressed, then he would chuckle quietly to himself and quite frankly it was freaking Jack out. Maybe Pete was losing his mind.
"Ok!" Pete said jumping off the couch. "I have decided I need to tell someone about this!"
"Excellent!" Jack mentally threw a fist in the air because he had relinquished control of the arm earlier in hopes of getting on Pete's good side.
"I have decided not to ignore this!" Pete lifted a finger in the air in triumph and picked up his coat and his keys from the hall table.
"Good man!" This was good. They'd get to the SGC, tell Sam and she'll figure something out. He was going to be tall again!
"I've decided to go home and get an appointment with a shrink!" Pete laughed as he skipped down the porch and into his car.
"You've decided what!"
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Mrs Henderson, Sam's next door neighbour, was happily pruning her roses in her old boots and the large straw hat her husband gave her for her birthday that year. It was a nice day and peaceful as most of the neighbourhood were at work or school. A constant breeze flapped at her overalls and the old woman sighed in contentment as she went along with her gardening.
"I've brought you some tea, dear," Mr Henderson climbed down the front steps and shuffled to her side. "Oh my! What do you think got his goat?" The old man pulled himself upright to look over the hedge and his wife followed in suit.
"Give back my leg!" Pete's yell broke the tranquillity of the street at once. The young man was making his way down the driveway, dragging his left leg along behind him.
The old couple exchanged worried glances and silently went back to watching the strange spectacle.
"This is my body and we are going to Denver!" Pete shouted and carried on making slow progress while the wayward foot kept trying to dig its toes into the ground or hook around posts.
"I am not making a mistake, I'd be making a mistake if I listened to you," Pete said. "What moron gets himself stuck in another guy's body!"
The leg came up suddenly and kicked Pete in the butt, causing the man to wobble as he balanced on one foot, one leg out in the air. Pete stopped and thought about the best course of action for a few moments then carried on hopping towards the car. The leg whipped round and kicked out the other ankle and Pete toppled to the ground.
"Oh very mature!" Pete said as he lay on his back. He sighed and started to lift himself up with his arms with his leg sticking out at odd angles making it increasingly difficult to get up until Pete was balanced on his right arm and leg, half-way up.
"Should we help?" Mrs Henderson asked her husband.
"No, no, he's drunk," the man said gruffly "I'll call the police, he's on Miss Carter's lot, see?" He shuffled into his home and towards the phone while his wife kept a disbelieving eye on Pete.
The leg curled round and tripped Pete up again so now he was lying on his face.
"I'm sure that we can come to some kind of agreement," Pete muffled into the grass so that Mrs Henderson had to turn her head and cock her ear to hear properly.
"Well that's just unreasonable, why should I do what you say?" Pete asked the ground.
"You're smarter than me!" Pete laughed causing a few ants to scurry away in fear.
He brought his arms around and lifted his face from the ground then propped his chin on his hands.
"Hey! I can be calm when I want to be!" Pete yelled.
"Excuse me, sir," two well polished shoes came into Pete's line of vision. Pete slowly lifted his eyes to look at the cop's face.
"Hi," Pete grinned.
"We've had a complaint from the house down the street," The man ruffled his moustache, rubbed his foot on the back of his leg then nodded his head at the old couple peering over their hedge. Pete smiled nervously and waved at them. "Have you been drinking, sir?"
Pete snapped his attention back towards the police officer and cleared his throat. "No,"
"What are you doing on the ground, sir?"
"Er…gardening?" The Denver cop smiled in what thought was a charming manner but clearly the notebook-flipping-rule-abiding cop wasn't in the least bit amused and the smile quickly flickered and faded away from Pete's face.
The officer squinted his eyes at the man he had previously thought had obviously lost his mind, after all he did just find the guy on his own, on the front lawn, shouting into the ground loud enough to bring worms to the surface.
"Are you on any medication, sir?" he asked.
"No," Pete answered. "But I hope to be."
