Thursday
I am soooooo bored…..
Teal'c is visiting his son and Colonel Mitchell is off world on a retrieval mission with SG-8 and was not in need of my excellent experience in…well, retrieving things.
Sam is away on business in "Washington." I'm not buying it. She's been spending way too much time going back and forth these last few months. I really suspect that "Washington" is a codeword for General O'Neill. Though she didn't seem to appreciate me actually commenting on that fact, especially not in the middle of a mission briefing, and she denied it flat out out. General Landry sneered at me! How rude!
Then there's Daniel. Believer it or not that stubborn man has locked himself in, in his office. He refuses to open the door! For me! No matter how many times I knocked or how forcefully I demanded that he open the door. He still wouldn't let me in. I even filed an official complaint with General Landry, well maybe not an official complaint…but I had written on a very nice piece of paper that Daniel wouldn't open his door. And that he should. He never locks his door. Its not, eh, natural. The General just looked at me with that piercing look and explained that as a member of SG-1, I was not to bother him with, I can't remember the exact word he used, well, stuff like this. It was very disagreeable when Walter of all people through me out of the General's office. Who would have thought that about Walter? He's a curios little man.
Not even my recount of how brutally I had been manhandled (by Walter?) seemed to entice Daniel to unlock his door. I was in serious need of some comforting. But no.
It finally dawned on me that he might have waited on an apology. Thought I'm not entirely sure why, because I was no way near the fire when it started….but, it didn't seem to have the least effect on him that I was really sorry. The smoke and the fire must have caused more damage to him than just scorching his eyebrows off, but that was so not my fault! I didn't make Daniel try to put it out. That's all on him. He just had to spend two nights in the infirmary. That's nothing. I even promised NOT to laugh (even though it is difficult not to) At least his glasses were all right, I mean, his eyebrows WILL grow back.
Well, in an effort not to break the comradely bond that I and Daniel have developed over the years, I felt in necessary to demonstrate my support in his trying time. So I camped out outside the locked office door and recounted all silly accidents I have had. Hopefully those little stories made him feel slightly better.
I'm sure they did.
I know they made me feel better.