Don't make me Hex you
Colonel Logan Tracy were usually a very patient man. After all, he had known Colonel Jack O'Neill for a very long time. But when it came down to his grandson, the patience he had disappeared quicker then Daniel when he saw ancient rocks to translate.
"But Grandpa." Harry pleaded.
"No Harry. You've only just begin to discover your power. I can't let you try to orb back to the mansion." Logan said calmly.
"But I orbed at the attic this morning."
"That doesn't count. You had Tony to help you."
"But Uncle Tony said I did it all on my own."
"Tony was being nice since he had to go work before his Boss found a way to kill him for good."
"Hrmf" Harry made unintelligent sound. "I have to get back on him for that one."
"Fine, just make sure he's alive enough to go to work." Logan snapped frustrated.
There was a few seconds of silence.
"So…"
"So what?"
"Can I orb back to the mansion?"
"Oh for crying out loud."
"You've been hanging around Jack waaay to much Grandpa."
"Don't make me hex you Harry."