Inspired by my January of this year. Get your pertussis booster. Trust me.
Jack O'Neill looked at the Stargate's closed iris in front of him, at his watch, and at the iris again before muttering, annoyed, "Someday Daniel will be on time."
"Someday," Sam Carter agreed from beside him. "But not today." She punctuated the statement with a cough into her elbow. Then two more. Then she cleared her throat.
Behind her, Teal'c was unmoved, but Jack eyed her with a frown. At least she'd turned away rather than toward him. "You ever gonna ditch that cough?"
"I'm starting to wonder that, too." And she was obviously unhappy about it.
"You're not contagious, though, right?"
The exasperation in the wilting look she gave him probably wasn't entirely his fault. "Sir, I haven't been contagious for weeks. My lungs just haven't forgiven me yet."
"Did the doc say how long?"
"No," she answered curtly, her lips curling into an annoyed frown and staying there. "She did mention that pertussis used to be called the hundred day cough."
He blinked at her. And blinked again. "I'm sorry," he drawled, "she thinks you have whooping cough?" He'd have thought someone would have told him that a helluva lot sooner.
"No, she tested for that. And two lookalike viruses. She was either trying to make me feel better or like a wuss for complaining. I'm not really sure which."
Daniel crossed the threshold to the Gate Room and hurried toward them. "Sorry, sorry."
Jack glared at him, then gave Carter the side-eye. "But you're good to go?"
"Good to go, sir," she promised.
He sure hoped so. Turning to the control room window, he ordered, "Dial it up!"