Jack stopped outside the General's office, pausing with his hand just about to knock on the door.

What exactly was he going to say? General, sir, Carter and I decided to do some body swapping over breakfast. Ya know, just to keep things interesting around here.

Oy. Jack knocked on the door.

"Come!"

Jack strolled into the office as casually as he could given the situation. Which most likely meant that he looked more like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. Oh no. Now he was gonna have that song stuck in his head all day.

General Hammond smiled.

"Major. What can I do for you?"

The General's never smiled like that at me before. She just has them all wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?

Clapping his...her hands together, (sigh), Jack smiled guiltily.

"That's just the thing, sir. I'm not...exactly...the Major. ...Sir."

Dammit. More blinkage. If one more person blinked at him like that today, Jack would not be responsible for his actions.

"Not exactly the Major?"

Queue nervous guilty smile again. Not sure why it was a guilty smile considering this was so not his fault, but it was what it was.

The General patiently waited for Major Carter to explain herself. She was brazenly casual in her demeanor today, very unlike her. Spending too much time with a certain Colonel, no doubt.

"You see, sir. It's like this."

And then, more silence. Sometimes George wondered if people purposely tried to test his patience.

"Spit it out, Major."

"Right. Colonel Jack O'Neill present, sir. Major Carter is currently in mine...body, that is, sir."

General Hammond stared at the Major/Colonel for several seconds with no change of expression. This type of news had to sink in and stir a bit before ones brain could even accept it.

Well, at least he's not blinking., thought Jack.

George had half a mind to yell until he was red in the face. These people were going to be the death of him. One way or another, he was sure of it. He'd decided that the four from SG-1 had made it their personal duty to complicate the hell out of his life.

Instead of yelling, it was far too early in the morning for yelling, General Hammond sighed wearily.

"You enjoy giving me paperwork, don't you, Maj...Colonel?"

Jack furrowed his brows. He had fully expected a lashing out to occur. At least a "YOU DID WHAT?".

"Umm, no sir."

"How did this happen, Colonel?"

"We don't actually know, sir. Carter's down in her lab trying to figure it out right now."

The General let out a huff of laughter. What a sight that must be...Jack O'Neill crouched over an alien device, taking it apart. Okay, so maybe that wouldn't be that surprising, but actually knowing what he's doing and being able to put it back together...now that would be something.

"Do we think this is contagious?"

"Contagious, sir?"

"Should I be expecting more of my people coming in to report swapping bodies with each other?"

"I wouldn't think so, sir."

Anotherwords, he had no idea. General Hammond sighed again. It was too early in the morning for this.

"You know protocol, Colonel. Major Carter and yourself are not permitted to leave this base until this is sorted out. I want both of you to report to the infirmary at once and have Dr. Fraiser look you over."

"Yes, sir."

"Dismissed."

"The wonderful thing about Tiggers...is Tiggers are wonderful things...their tops are made out of rubber...their bottoms are made out of springs..."

Jack continued humming/singing under his breath as he walked in Carter's lab.

"Carter, we're off to the in...fir..ma...ry?"

Where was she?

Popping up from behind the desk, she smiled...with his face.

"Sir!"

"Carter, don't smile so much. I've got a hardass Colonel image to keep up here."

She looked as if she was trying not to grin.

"Kind of hard to do considering the current situation, sir."

His eyes were going to get stuck in the narrowed position if he kept glaring at people. She was just way too cheeky this morning. And the thing was, he wasn't entirely sure whether she meant it was hard not to smile at their situation or that it would be difficult for him to be a hardass Colonel, considering. Either way, he didn't like it.

"As amusing as you find this, Major," he tried not to smile as she visibly straightened and cleared her throat at the mention of her rank, "we have a date with a Doctor to get to. Wouldn't want to be late, now would we?"

"No, sir."

Sam put down whatever doohickey she had been holding and walked in step with the Colonel out of the lab.

"Sir, were you singing the Tigger song?"

D'oh! And he'd just gotten it out of his head, too.