Wednesday
I have never really spent any one-on-one time with General O'Neill, until the "incident" that is, despite the fact that Samantha spends a lot of time in Washington. Or is it the other way around? He did not seem to understand the hilarity of me calling him General Washington, despite my clever attempt to explain. Not that it sobered me up, I could not help laughing. He just sat there, staring at me, not saying a word. It made me nervous and so I continued to laugh to fill the silence. Like people do. Right? From what Daniel has told me I really thought I would like the General, and that we would get on really well, especially since he previously stated that we were both at the same level. As to what level he was referring to I can only assume that he was talking about the General's military position and for that Daniel earned a hug. Daniel's trust in my abilities and intelligence is affirmed in the most unexpected moments. Though he brushed me off and tried to change the subject, but, that is a whole different story. Anyway, me being on the same level as a general should have meant that we would get along smashingly. I clearly misjudged the situation.
So, there we were, the General and I, in a small confined space, me laughing and him not saying a word. A thousand thoughts raced through my head. What should I talk about that could forge a bond of comradery, the same I shared with, Cam and Teal'c and Daniel? Eventually the General held up is hand and said 'Stop talking'. So I did. 'Now, let's take this from the start?! You met Felger…' (there was a slight tone of discust in his voice pronouncing the name, I suppose he was still jealous from Felger's crush on Samantha, and I can understand that, though why he would be is beyond me. Felger is a weird little man, even weirder that Walter. And that is saying a lot.) '…and you thought you'd lock him up? Why?'
Well, I had not really figured that the answer to that question myself yet, let alone why I chose Corporal Jones to accompany him on this little adventure. He just seemed so lonely, Felger that is, and Corporal Jones, well to be completely frank, with a face that only an Unas could love and a fashion sense that, well, is lacking, she is never going to find a man without a bit of help. Honestly, I thought I was helping two lonely people find happiness. What is wrong with that?! Nothing I say you. Nothing! How was I to know what Felger was doing and that keeping him away from his laboratory would threaten the entire welfare of the base, not to mention, eh, the world….and this galaxy… And seriously, only one of those pesky buggers got away. How much damage can one lonely replicator actually cause?
I did my best to explain all of this to General O'Neill, but he seemed less than pleased. Is it my fault that Felger sounded as though he was lying when he yelled after me through the door of the supply closet? No, of course not! How can he expect to be taken seriously in a grave time of peril when it sounds as though he is making up stories? It is like the story he told about how he singlehandedly saved SG1, I mean, how believable is that?!
Since everything turned out just fine, I really did not see the point in me having this conversation with the General. Crisis averted and everything was back on track. That Cam had to spend a few days in the infirmary would only be a good thing. Right?! He is so overworked and he needs to stress down a bit. I do regret though that Samantha was dragged into everything though, and that they would want to copy her again, but all is well now and there is not more reploSam. She too is well worth a vacation. Me trying to help Felger just speeded up the process…somewhat.
When General O'Neill told me I would be punished for my actions I could hardly believe it. I had done nothing wrong. I even helped eradicate the replicators. No TV, no civilian clothes (and I who wanted to show Daniel this little thing that I just bought) house (or room) arrest and no going off world for an entire month. All pending good behavior!
I am already going out of my mind. I have been looked up in my room now for, I do not know, 30 minutes or so?! I am so utterly bored….can you die from boredom? Because that is seriously what I will do. I promise. Honestly. I will wither away and Daniel will be so distraught he will leave and never come back and then General O'Neill will be so sad losing a friend and Samantha will not be able to console him so she will turn to someone else. Like Felger. Then all of this would have been for nothing. I need to get out of here!