“Hey sir,” Sam
called to her Commanding Officer. He nodded and sat down beside her at the
table, Teal'C and Jonas opposite.
“Guys, Carter,” Jack acknowledged,
putting his tray down and making a start on his coffee. “Would you stop
smiling at me?”
“You wish for Samantha-Carter to be unhappy, O'Neill?” Teal'C frowned.
“No, no, of course not. I just want her to stop staring at me with that
fake 'I'm pretending I don't think you're crazy, ill or dying' face. I'm
fine. So I spent a few days in prison, and had to shake hands with the
devil, ON TV.”
“Her is right here!” She protested.
“So this foothold three years ago…” Jonas began, moving on. “If
everyone was influenced, except for Sam and Teal'C, then that means you
two took out the whole base by yourselves?”
“In fact it was Samantha-Carter who defeated the enemy. I was captured
while attempting to escape.” Teal'C stated, smiling slightly at her.
“That's not entirely true, Teal'C. You see Jonas, symbiotes prevented
whatever process the aliens used,” Sam began.
“But you don't have a symbiote?” Quinn frowned.
“I did, and I have a marker.”
“Oh,” He nodded.
“And Teal'C distracted the soldiers while I climbed up the shaft to the
top. I then called Colonel Maybourne and we managed to stop the invasion.
He was the one that told me what was going on, and got me away from them
in the first place. We did it together. With the help of the Colonel and
Daniel too, and of course Maybourne played a part,” she explained. “I'll
tell you the full story some time. But not now.”
“Indeed,” Teal'C agreed, as Carter dug in to her salad.
“The short version is: Carter saved the whole world, the end,” Jack
rolled his eyes and then smiled at her. “As she always does. She just
doesn't like to take the credit. Hey, how can you live on salad? It's
“I don't know, just does. How can you eat that many fries?” She asked,
looking at his plate, full of fries and practically half a pizza.
“You know what?” O'Neill said, after a few minutes silence.
“I almost wish I had been the one to off Kinsey, or try to off Kinsey
anyway. He's too much trouble.” Jack sighed.
“No, you don't,” Sam knew. “You couldn't do that. You're not like him,
you're too good a man.”
“No, I don't.” He nodded. “But I wish I could hit or seriously injure
“That I believe, and go ahead. I remember you telling me what he said
about me scrubbing toilets in the middle of nowhere,” Sam laughed.
“That will never happen. I'd never let it. He's not going to win his
battle against us. We're going to stay open forever. Way after he dies,
way after I snuff it. The SGC will still be here, and one day Carter,
you'll be running it.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” He nodded, sitting back and grinning. “I updated my will
last Tuesday. You get the SGC, and The Simpsons.”