AN: Sorry about the delay, folks, but I'm back in school and going to school full time plus a part time job somehow seems to take up more time than just having a job. Alas.

Jack walked through the wormhole and emerged safe in the SGC. Letting out an unobtrusive sigh of relief, he started helping Daniel down the ramp to make room for Teal'c, who had their six.

"Medical team to the Gateroom," Hammond's voice boomed out over the loudspeakers.

Behind Jack, the wormhole rippled as Teal'c came through, then shut down.

"I can walk," Daniel protested as the nurses wheeled a gurney up to him. "It's only—"

"Only a flesh wound, we know, Daniel," Jack said as he handed him over to the nurses. "But let's let the nice ladies in white figure it out for themselves." He looked up at the control room, holding up the large thermos they'd stuffed two goold larvae in, although it only held one now. And was he ever glad he'd insisted on making sure they had an extra. "Mission accomplished, General."

"Good work, SG-1. Debriefing in one hour."

Jack nodded, turning to watch Teal'c. "They'll be okay," he said as the big man hesitated on the ramp. "Bra'tac'll take good care of them." He clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Of that I am aware, O'Neill," Teal'c said as he began to make his way down the ramp. Only someone who knew him would have noticed his stride was slightly more hesitant than normal.

Jack nodded. "So, until we kick Apophis' ass and free the Jaffa, guess you'll just have to hang out with us."

"So it would seem."

"Hey, how about a team night at my place sometime soon?" They were out of the Gateroom now, but Teal'c still seemed reluctant to leave.

"Perhaps."

"We could have Chinese again—you sure seemed to like it the last time you were over. Or I could make some spaghetti, way better than that crap the cafeteria serves. How about tomorrow night?" Tonight Jack just wanted to curl up with Sam, but the big guy needed to be cheered up soon.

"Perhaps in a few days," Teal'c said.

"Okay," Jack said. "I'll talk with Sam and Daniel and we'll do something soon."

Sam entered the infirmary a few minutes behind Daniel, and just after Jack and Teal'c arrived for their post-mission exam.

"Hey," she said as Janet checked Jack for Goa'uld entrance wounds.

"Hey," Jack replied. "You weren't in the Gateroom."

Sam shrugged. "Sorry. I was planning on it, but I thought you were SG-2—they're due back right about now." The lights indicating Gate activity began to flash. "In fact, that's probably them. How was the mission? I heard Daniel was hurt."

"Grazed by a staff blast. Nothing serious—it barely got him. Frasier's patching him up now. Will keep him out of the field, for a while, though," Jack shrugged, "I'd want to add at least one more person to the team before we go out again, anyway. Possibly as many as three."

"Really? Why?"

Jack picked up something from a nearby tray and started fiddling with it, to the nurse's displeasure. He sometimes forgot that Sam's only field experience as part of a ground force was the few months she'd been on SG-1. "Tactical flexibility. You wanna avoid sending people off on their own without anyone to watch their back in hostile territory, and if you've only got three people, that kinda screws you over. Either you never split up, or someone gets left out on their own. Bad idea. Six is about the perfect size for a small ops team: big enough to be flexible, small enough to still be small ops."

"Why, then, do SG teams only have four people?" Teal'c asked from the next bed over.

"They call it the Air Force for a reason, big guy," Jack said. "We generally leave the ground combat to the Marines or the Army. Not many real experts in how to run a ground unit in the Air Force, and nobody's done ground combat on other planets before. Combine that with the shortage of personnel we started with, and you get four-man teams."

"If your Air Force has no experience in ground combat, why was it given control of the Stargate?" Teal'c asked. "And are you not a member of the Air Force yourself?"

"Well, the Air Force is the most high tech of the four military branches," Sam said. "We're also the ones who do the most flying. So when the first attempts at going outside of Earth's atmosphere were made fifty years ago, it was logical to put space technology and operations in the Air Force's jurisdiction. Which made the Stargate ours. Though, if they'd known at the time exactly how to use it, they might have made an exception and given it to the Army or Marines. The SGC is a joint-services command; we do have Marines on base, and they're putting together a Marine team for combat support when an Air Force team gets into heavy combat." She frowned. "I actually don't know how Jack got into ground combat."

"I started my career seconded to the Army as TACP, got Special Forces training that way."

"TACP stands for Tactical Air Control Party," Sam said to Teal'c's blank look. "They go along with ground teams from other branches of service to act as liaisons with Air Force assets. So, if a Marine or Army team was going to have air support from the Air Force, they might have a TACP officer with them to make sure that there were no misunderstandings."

"I see," Teal'c said. "How long a time will you require to select the new members of our team?"

"Depends on the candidates," Jack said. "I'd like another technical specialist." He raised an eyebrow at Sam.

She shrugged. "There's no one currently on base that I'd recommend for a front-line team. I'll see if I can find a possibility in one of my recruitment files."

"Thanks," Jack said. "I'm also gonna want you to go over the recruits with me," he said to Teal'c. "You've got a much better idea what we're going up against than I do."

Teal'c inclined his head gracefully.