Hammond walked out of his office shaking his head.
"It appears that the President is of the opinion that, as the armbands cannot be removed without major surgery and don't seem to be coming off by themselves, we should make use of the strategic advantage they give us." He announced.
"Well good for him I say sir." Jack burst out, and promptly shut up when Hammond glared at him. "Sorry sir."
"And, as I was about to say, I am inclined to agree with him." He said; then continued quickly before Jack could have another chance at an outburst. "I will need to see a marked increase in your ability to make rational decisions and your behaviour, no more sneaking off base. I shall schedule sessions with Dr Mackenzie with all three of you."
"Aw sir! Not the shrinks." Jack whinged.
"Its either that or a permanent retraction from duty!" Hammond said menacingly. Janet walked into the room holding her omnipresent clipboard that held power over everyone on the base.
"Well the good news is that they are in perfect health, more than perfect health." She said sitting down. "Their metabolisms are still raised but a healthy and regulated diet should cope with that. The narcotic effect doesn't seem to be fading but with training and constant concentration we should be able to avoid further "accidents." Oh and Daniel, lieutenant Harries' foot will be fine and he'll be back on duty in a few months, he appreciated the fruit basket although he did have an allergic reaction to the apricots." Daniel hung his head in shame.
"So they are in fine health to continue missions?" Hammond asked, knowing what the answer would be but hoping it might possibly change.
"Physically yes sir." Janet said, knowing that Jack would…
"Yes!" Shouted Jack, punching the air.
"Very well, contingent on getting good results in your psychological examinations you are back on active duty." Hammond said wearily. "Dismissed, now get out of my sight." He waved them away, and they disappeared in a blur and a cry of
"Last one to the commissary doesn't get fed." from Jack.
"I shall go to my quarters and kelnorim." Teal'c said, and walked out of the room at a somewhat slower pace. Thinking about his future role at the SGC now his teammates were so powerful, he was pleased for them that they would be able to effect great change and possibly overthrow the Gou'ald by themselves. But he couldn't help but feel that he would only slow them down on missions, but surely he wasn't jealous? He decided to meditate on it during his kelnorim.
Janet moved round the table to Hammond.
"Don't worry General, I'm sure they'll be alright." She said reassuringly. "I know you worry about them."
"Except now I don't have to worry about them being captured or killed by anything less than a whole army, I just have to worry about them killing themselves through their own stupidity." He laughed cynically. "The people I feel most sorry for are whoever gets between them and the dessert counter. And what about Teal'c? How's he going to fit into a team with three supermen?"
"I'm sure they'll cope General, they are a team." Said Janet comfortingly. "After all, they're SG-1."
