Epilogue.
Okay, so maybe now he was wishing he had gone to jail. His friends to were wishing the same thing. Least they would be warm and be within walking distance of a pub. Where the were now meant they were confined to the base until scheduled leave and even then walking anywhere wasn't recommended unless you were able to wear twenty layers and still be able to take a step in any direction.
But still, they were all together here, working along side each other and still able to enjoy themselves, so that now Dooley thought about it, jail would have been a drag as no way would he had been able to take his friends there with him. Not that they were that thrilled to be here with him now, but they were all guilty and they had made their choice.
Because of Dooley's actions, saving the life of Captain Carter and helping to stop the assassin, the General gave the group a choice. Dooley going to jail for conspiracy, or the group re-posted to ice-station-zebra to help uncover the site where the second gate had been found.
He chose prison. Everyone else went against that and decided to take the punishment as a group. It was a memory he clung to in the coldest of times now.
"Yo! Dooley!" He turned from his task of securing equipment down as a storm was fast coming in, to see James stood by the main compound door. "We got mail! Hurry up!"
"Alright, gimme a minute!" He called back, the force of the wind carrying some of the shout with it, but James heard and understood.
Five minutes later Dooley was in the rec-room brushing the white snow out of his dut.
"What's going on?" He asked seeing everyone of his friends there, all waiting for something.
"We got a package." James shot it to Dooley who read the cover. "'To the JAO club.'" And in brackets 'Jerks Against O'Neill'. He laughed. "Okay, so what was inside?"
"This." James hit play on the video recorder and everyone gathered around as the TV showed a very much recovered Colonel Jack O'Neill, laid back in a sun lounger, sipping something exotic in an equally exotic climate.
"Dooley!" O'Neill spoke to the camera as if speak to him. "And various associates. Hope you guys are having a good time at ice-station-zebra. Just thought I'd drop you a line to tell you I'm fine and have managed a whole mission without a fatal accident." He set down the drink and adjusted his sun glasses. "The rest of SG-1 say hi." The camera then panned around, first to Teal'c who was stood by a pile of coconuts, then Captain Carter and then the camera man, Dr. Jackson who waved before pointing it back at Jack. "The General has been hearing some good things about you guys so far, keep it up and you to could be laid on a beach just like this one. But...not for a while yet."
James sighed. "That guy needs a good kick to the balls."
"Well, I'm due back on Earth in about an hour, but in the mean time, I'm gonna sit back, eat some coconut, while you fellas get back to work. Yo! Teal'c!" Without further warning a coconut sailed into view and landed on O'Neill's lap, hitting him rather hard in the groin. The guy froze, his hands slowly pushing the huge nut away to...nurse some other...well...
"Sir?"
"Was that, 'cut' Jack?" Jackson asked, the smile evident in his voice as his CO just toppled off the sun lounger. The feed then ended and all eyes fell on James.
"That was not me!" He stated.