Double Bind
Double Bind
by Nevyn
TITLE: Double Bind
AUTHOR: Nevyn
EMAIL: nevyn@stargatesg-1.com
CATEGORY: s/j
SPOILERS: Tok'ra pt 1 and 2
SEASON / SEQUEL:
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: male/female relationship, very very slight reference to slash relationship, but it wasn't her fault, honest, Martouf mention at the end.
SUMMARY:
STATUS: Complete
ARCHIVE: Heliopolis
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. We have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the authors. Not to be archived without permission of the authors.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is the first fic I have written in a while, so please forgive the errors in it. Many thanks to my beta's, Sciout, Dragonfly_Lady, Sloane, and Galen. The more feedback I get, the more I write
Major Carter sighed as she flopped wearily down into her armchair, a mug of hot chocolate sitting next to her. Pulling her legs up under her, she curled into a ball and picked up her book. Snuggling down into the chair, she twitched the edges of her bathrobe closed, her fingers brushing her still damp hair.
SG-1 had had a tiring few days off-world, negotiating with a bunch of natives for the release of SG-7 in the sticky, sweltering heat of a tropical jungle, complete with mosquitoes that the colonel described as 'as big as sparrows, and twice as noisy'. Weary and in foul tempers, they had returned to the SGC, and had been given some much needed downtime.
Sam glanced at the clock.
*2200 hours*. She thought to herself. *I'll read for an hour, then hit the hay.* She had only just settled herself down to finish her book (ironically about an ex-CIA agent on the run from the Government, who had apparently discovered a top secret agency dealing with alien artifacts.), smiling to herself, when the shrill ring of the phone shattered the silence. Sighing heavily, she dragged herself out of the chair and over to the phone. She picked up the reciever, not in any mood to talk, even to Janet, who she suspected the caller to be.
"Yeah, what?" A short pause on the other end, followed by, "Hi, is there a Samantha Carter there please?" Repressing another sigh at the polite female voice who had disturbed her relaxation, Sam said, "You're talking to her."
"Sam, it's Denise Walker." Carter froze, her blood running cold. Unable to speak, she barely registered the next sentence. "Sammy, dear, I need a favour."
Half an hour later, Sam put down the phone shakily. She closed her eyes and drew a shuddering breath, her face dead white. She needed someone devious to think of a way out of the situation. Immediately ruling both Daniel and Janet out of her list of unofficial counsellors, Sam decided to take her CO up on an offer he had made long ago. Throwing a pair of jeans and a jacket on, she grabbed her keys and headed out of the house.
A soft tapping on the door broke Jack O'Neill's intense study of the beer in his hand and the old silent movie on the TV screen. Wondering who it might be at a quarter to 12 at night, he ambled over to the door. He flicked the outside light on and opened the door, revealing his second in command. Looking pleadingly at her commanding officer, Carter said, "Can we talk? Please?" Taking in her pale face and haunted eyes, Jack stepped back, showing her in. Closing the door behind her, he asked, "You want something to drink?" Running her hand through her hair and sighing, Sam replied, "Sure." Jack waved her into a seat.
"Beer?"
"Got anything slightly stronger?" Surprised, Jack said, "Your wish is my command." Her lips curving slightly at Jack's attempt to lighten the atmosphere, Sam settled back into Jack's favourite chair, muttering just loudly enough for him to hear her from the liquor cabinet.
"You'd better believe it." Jack moved back over to the couch and handed Sam her scotch. He flicked the television off with the remote and leant on the arm rest nearest the major, waiting for her to begin. Sam raised her glass, the ice clinking as she downed half of it in one gulp. After a brief silence, Sam spoke up. Her voice tentative, she said, "Colonel, Jack, when I found out my father was dying of cancer, you told me that you would always be there for me to talk to if I needed it, not just as my CO, but as a friend." Jack nodded, still wondering what was wrong. Sam continued. "Is that offer still open? As a friend?" The concern evident in his eyes, he replied instantly.
"Of course. I meant every word." Taking another sip of her drink, Sam began her tale.
"Where to begin? I thought I had left it all behind me years ago, it was dead and buried, or so I thought. I was a few months short of my sixteenth birthday, and very insecure." Sam smiled humourlessly as she went on. "I was always moving around, because of Dad's work, as you can guess, I never had many real friends while I was growing up, never in one place for too long, and a skinny geek to boot." Jack opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Sam. "Did I also mention that I had self esteem problems as well? Anyway, I had this major crush on one of the guys." Sam grinned mirthlessly. "Guy Williams, the typical Mr. I'm-So-Goddamned-Perfect-Cos-Everyone-Tells -Me-So Jock, and, you guessed it, the quarterback of the school team." This time, a slight chuckle escaped her lips as she said, "You know, I read in the paper not too long ago that his football career was ended by a cuckolded ex of his with a baseball bat" She was interrupted by a chuckle from Jack, who said, "Good for her!" "Anyway," Sam went on. "I nearly died when he asked me out on a date. He took me out to dinner, and then we went back to his place for a movie. Almost as soon as the door was closed, he started putting his hands on me, telling me how much I wanted it. I was hesitant, and naïve. He pulled me down onto the couch, and said, and I quote, "All the other girls are doing it, don't be so frigid." I can't believe I fell for that line." Sam sighed, wiping away a small tear. "As soon as he had got what he wanted, he showed me the door, and fed me that "I'll call you sometime" shit. I went home in tears, to an empty house. Dad was away on a mission, and wouldn't be home until late that night. I called one of the few girls at the school who was nice to me, Denise Walker, who was a few years ahead of me, and she came right over, bearing a chocolate mud cake, seasoned with what she called 'Lady Denise's cure-all spices', which meant absolutely nothing to me then. We sat down, and she listened to my ranting on about how 'all men are bastards, and we should be able to live without them', agreeing with everything I said, handing me another slice of cake when I had finished the last one. Not too long after that, I started getting quite dizzy, and the last thing I remember was Denise leaning in and telling me, "Sammie, dear, we don't need men...", and then I passed out." Sam stopped for a minute, sipping her drink again. Her eyes moist, she glanced up at Jack, and said, "Are you sure you want to hear the rest, sir?" Jack placed his hand on her arm and rubbed it reassuringly. Not breaking eye contact, he said, "Sam, I think I can guess the rest, but, as they say, in for a dime, in for a dollar. And I think that we're past the 'sir' stage, don't you?" Swallowing the rest of her drink, Sam said, "Definitely." She stood up and moved over to Jack. "Do you mind?" Looking very puzzled, Jack didn't reply, and was startled when the major shifted his legs over and lay down on the couch next to him, leaning back against him, her head on his shoulder. Grinning impishly up at him, she said, "Your shoulder makes a comfy pillow, you know that?" Jack threw back a grin as he replied, his fingers rubbing small circles on Sam's temples.
"What can I say? It must be my irresistible charms." Sam let out a deep, contented sigh as she relaxed, enjoying the massage too much to even make a comeback.
After a few minutes of silence, Sam continued her tale.
"When I woke up, I had an absolute killer of a headache. I just lay there for a while, trying to remember what had happened. I had some vague recollections, but nothing firm. I sat up, and saw the note pinned on the dresser. I went over, and found two very explicit Polaroid's. The note said simply:
"Sammie, dear, I'm sure that you have had a chance to look at the lovely pictures by now. I'm going to need a favour some day, and these are my 'insurance policy'. If you decide not to help, these will find their way into some very public hands, and I'm sure you don't want that. Be seeing you, Denise". I went into shock for about an hour. I tried Denise's number, but I couldn't get an answer. I kept trying for the next half an hour, and gave up, knowing that she'd have skipped town by now. I set about cleaning the house and myself up before Dad got back.
To this day, he doesn't know what happened, I never could bear the shame of telling him what I did, so I pretended it never happened. We moved away from that town about two months later, and I thought I'd left it behind. The years went by, and still no call. I got on with the rest of my life, joined the military, and by the time I finally transferred to the SGC, I hadn't thought of it in a decade or more." Sam closed her eyes and sighed. "I got home after the mission, had a bath, and settled down to read a book, and the phone rang." Jack lightly brushed a strand of blonde hair away from Sam's eyes, his fingers tenderly stroking her cheek once before returning to rubbing her temples.
"Denise?" His voice was concerned, gentle.
"You got it. Apparently, she joined the air force about five years back, and now she want's me to put in a character reference for her next promotion, and ...transfer." Her slight pause gave Jack a hint. Jack asked, "And you know where she's transferring to?" Sam responded, "One guess..." Jack sighed as he spoke.
"A top secret military facility, located under NORAD, focusing on 'deep space radar telemetry'?" Sam nodded. Turning her head, she looked up into the chocolate brown eyes of her commanding officer.
"What am I going to do, Jack? I can't let those pictures come out, and I can't let 'sergeant' Denise loose in the SGC. Now I know what a double bind feels like...Can't go one way, can't go the other..."
Jack glanced at his watch, his mind whizzing with questions.
"Do you have a contact number for Denise?"
"No, she said that she would give me the night to think on it, and she'd call me at midday tomorrow." Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He leant forward, making Sam sit up. He stood up and picked up the major in one smooth motion. She shrieked as he lifted her, her arms automatically clinging around his neck. He gave her an impish grin as he started towards the bedroom.
"Sam, you're exhausted. You are in no condition to drive home, so by executive decision, you're sleeping in my bed tonight. I'll take the spare room. We'll set about fixing these things tomorrow when you're rested." He saw her opening her mouth to protest, and cut her off. "This is not a request, major Samantha Carter. 'No' is not an option, so get used to it." Sam pouted, sending him mock glares from under her half-closed eyes. Jack climbed the stairs and placed her gently on the covers. He stepped back and waved a hand at the drawers.
"There will be an old T-shirt in there that might be your size, or maybe a few larger, if you want. I'm afraid my stock of delicate female lingerie is at the dry cleaners." He grinned at her, receiving a chuckle in reply as he backed out, closing the door behind him.
Sam made a small contented noise in her throat as she snuggled deeper into the covers, hugging a pillow to her chest. When the sunlight came streaming through the window, she gradually surfaced from a refreshing sleep, and became aware of a scent that she couldn't mistake in a million years: old spice shaving lotion, a hint of soap, and a trace of shampoo. Startled for a second, she wondered what she was doing in her colonel's bed, or at least one that smelt amazingly like him. She stretched as she recalled the events of the night before. Surprisingly, she was much more confident than last night, just knowing that Jack had taken the matter in hand made her feel a bit more secure. She whipped her head around at the sound of the door creaking open. Her eyes widened as Jack came in, tray of steaming hot pancakes in hand.
"I thought you could do with breakfast in bed..." He smiled at her, his whole face lighting up as she sat up, tucking a pillow behind her back as he placed the tray on her legs. A pleased smile sat firmly on Sam's lips as she surveyed the food before her. Pancakes smothered with maple syrup, a dollop of whipped cream sitting on top of each, and a dusting of ground chocolate covering the cream.
"You're going to ruin my figure, Jack... And who knew that you could cook like this?" Jack sat down on the bed next to her, smiling from ear to ear.
"Well, your figure is fine...from what I hear from the guys on the base." He quickly added before she could start asking embarrassing questions about how he'd noticed her figure. "And the MRE's we get on missions doesn't do my culinary skills true justice." Sam managed to mumble an agreement from around a mouthful of pancake. After a minute or so of eating, Sam looked up at the still-grinning colonel.
"Something amusing?" Sam enquired. Jack chuckled, shaking his head in the negative.
"Just enjoying the view..." Sam blushed a rosy red, lowering her eyes, before batting them coquettishly at him, observing happily their devastating effect.
*Well, at least I haven't lost that skill...* She thought, setting the emptied tray aside. Determined to see what she could get away with while sitting in his bed, she replied, "Oh? Didn't your mummy ever tell you it's rude to stare?" Jack put on his best innocent-little-boy look.
"I've been a bad boy....does that mean I get a smack?" His eyes glinted, a wicked smile forming. Sam threw back her head and laughed, shaking her head. When she recovered, she leant forward, her nose an inch from his. She raised her hand and ran her fingernail down his jaw-line.
"We'll see about that, shall we?" She purred. Leaning forward that last little bit, she brushed her lips across his, rolled over him and off the bed, and headed towards the door to the bathroom. Throwing a saucy look and a small wave over her shoulder, she closed the door, leaving a stunned Jack sitting on the bed, a stupid grin on his face.
Half an hour later, they were seated on the couch, Jack outlining his plan. Sam sat close to him, her face much happier now that there was light at the end of the tunnel. Neither of them talked about what had happened before, happy to let things happen as they would. Jack made quite a few phone calls, calling in favours in some cases, and promising some in others. Sam was astonished not only at the number of people that her CO knew in high places, but at how many of them also owed their lives, and maybe more to the colonel. Apparently when he was in Black Ops, he had been something of a cross between Rambo and James Bond, undercover all the time, behind enemy lines, and saving the West fairly regularly. All in all, Jack seemed to have an amazing ability to rig meetings to go the way he wanted them to. When they had finished plotting, Sam and the colonel drove over to her house to await the phone call from Denise.
12:00 p.m., the same day...
The shrill ring of the phone cut through the conversation. Jack closed his mouth and gave Sam a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as she answered it.
"Carter here..." She paused as Denise spoke, nodding her head for a while. Suddenly, she cut across Denise's conversation, launching into the pre-prepared speech that Jack had planned.
"Denise, dear, I think that we're going to have to have a little meeting about this. Frankly, I'm not sure that you've been able to keep track of those photos for all this time, and then it's just a matter of your word against mine. It would probably save time if we set up the meeting with enough senior ranks for a court-marshal, that way we can get this all over and done with. I'll leave it up to you to break it to the general in command, shall I?" Sam smiled after a few seconds, hanging up the receiver and hugging Jack fiercely.
"We did it, Jack... She's going to tell the general ASAP. She honestly thinks that she can get me to bend, or at least get me fired. We're gonna have her guts for garters! By the time we're done, she won't have a reputation to speak of, and be transferred indefinitely to the most miserable post the US Air Force can find!" Jack grinned and spun with the major in his arms. Putting his hands on her waist, he lifted her up, turning. Stopping the spin, he let her slide down until her face was just above his. Jack threw her an impish grin. Tilting his head back slightly, he lightly brushed his lips across Sam's. Without hesitation, she deepened the kiss slowly, one of her hands snaking around the base of his neck, pulling him in close as her tongue flickered across his lips. Jack opened his lips, capturing the tip of her tongue, and drawing a small circle on it with the tip of his own. Deeper they went, exploring each other's mouth, totally focused. When the ringing of the phone finally penetrated their concentrations, Jack sat down on the lounge, pulling Sam onto his lap as she reached out and answered the phone. Slightly dizzy and breathing heavily, Sam spoke.
"Carter here..." Jack smiled happily as a delicate kiss to Sam's jaw-line caused her to shudder and throw him a smoky glare.
"Yessir. When will it be?" She slipped one hand under the edge of Jack's T-shirt, curling her fingers through the trail of hair at his belly button. Smothering a happy growl, Jack silently promised that Sam would pay for that, when they were alone once more. Sam waited, listening, then mouthed to Jack, "Four days." Speaking once more to the person on the other end of the line, she answered.
"Thank you, general. We'll be ready when the time comes. Goodbye sir." She hung up, turning back once more to the gorgeous colonel sitting under her, her mind already buzzing with many pleasant ways to pass a whole four days waiting...
Four days later, Briefing Room, SGC...
The room was buzzing with conversation. Seated at the top end was the general, and several other high ranking officers from the air force, army, and navy. On one side sat Sam, Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c (wearing one of Jack's baseball caps), the latter two having been given an edited version a few days ago. Standing behind Sam and Jack were two civilian lawyers, both ex-black ops, and old friends of the colonel. Opposite them was a single chair, waiting to be filled by the plaintiff, Denise.
An airman came in from the main corridor, escorting a woman in dress blues. Her short brown hair framing a soft oval face and brown eyes, she drew their attention, but not for her physical attractions. She entered the room and saluted the brass at the end of the table, glancing around the room, noting the lowered blast doors concealing anything in the rooms beyond.
"Take a seat, sergeant Walker." Denise sat down at her chair, throwing Sam a confident grin. Before she could speak, the general continued.
"Now, it seems as though we have a bit of a difficult position here, people. Sergeant Walker here has brought some charges against major Carter, a valued officer in my chain of command. In light of the nature of the charges, I have minutely examined the service record of both women involved, and both have been extraordinary. As you all know, major Carter has spent the last four years working in a top-secret military research Centre, performing work of the highest calibre. Sergeant Walker has spent the same time working in combat operations, flying in both the Kuwaiti and Bosnian campaigns, earning bravery commendations in both arenas.
Only a week ago, sergeant Walker put in an application for transfer to the same research facility that major Carter currently works at. Four days ago, she brought misconduct charges against the major, and I felt that the matter was important enough to have a preliminary hearing." He faced Denise again. "Sergeant Walker, can you tell us the nature of the alleged misconduct's please?"
Denise nodded, and pulled out some old photos, and handed them to the general. He glanced at them, and then passed the over to the other men seated near him.
"I'm assuming the blonde girl in these is the major?"
"Yessir. In clear breach of military regulations, sir." One of the lawyers standing behind Jack examined the photos and asked, "You wouldn't have any idea how old the picture are, would you?" Denise appeared to think for a moment.
"About fifteen years or so, at a guess." On cue, one of the men next the general Hammond responded.
"How exactly did you come by these pictures, sergeant Walker?"
Denise stammered, unprepared for the question. Before she could respond, her line of thought was interrupted again.
"They're hardly the sort of thing that one would leave lying around the house for just anyone to pick up." One of the other men came in right on the end of the sentence.
"How old would you guess the major to have been at that point?"
"A-almost sixteen, I guess..." Denise was off balance, wondering where the discussion seemed to be headed, since so far they hadn't actually asked major Carter anything.
"That seems to be a fairly well educated guess, sergeant Walker. Did you know the major back then?"
"Um, yes...I saw her at school, she went to the same school as I did for a term."
"Were you close friends?"
"Not really.I said hello to her in the hall a few times."
"Major Carter says otherwise, sergeant."
"Well, maybe I helped her out once or twice...what has this got to do with anything?"
"we're just trying to establish the background information, sergeant. So the major was almost sixteen, and you were?"
"Nearly eighteen, sir."
"So, did you have any knowledge of what, or why the major would be doing these things?" He indicated the pictures.
"None at all sir...my family brought me up to see such things as disgusting and unnatural."
"Is that so, sergeant? I understand that the major and her father were transferred out of the area at the end of the term, and you haven't seen or contacted her since?"
"That is true, sir."
"So what prompted you to keep the photos? If you were as disgusted as you say you were, why didn't you just burn the pictures and be done with it? After all, you weren't really friendly with the major, and she'd moved away."
"I...I don't really know sir."
"So, just out of habit, you've kept a pair of faded pictures of a school acquaintance, for fifteen years?"
"Um, yessir..." The man sat back, allowing one of the others to speak.
"I understand that you have just put in for a transfer to the place where major Carter is currently operating?"
"Yessir..."
"And did you know at the time you requested the transfer that the major was working there?"
"No, sir."
"That's strange, because here," He pulled out an official log file. "We have a request for personnel listings for the research Centre, and it has your name next to it. Is this your signature, sergeant?" he slid the form over to Denise, who looked at it, her face going white. In a quiet voice, she responded.
"It seems to be sir..."
"I'll ask again, sergeant. Did you have any idea that the major was working there when you requested transfer?" Denise was silent for a second, her mind whirring.
I saw the name, sir, and it seemed familiar, but I didn't know it was the same Sam Carter that I knew in school."
"Moving on from that for the moment. Do you know if the major was aware of these photographs?"
"I don't know sir... I'd assume so, if she had them taken."
"And do you know who the other girl in the pictures is?"
"No sir."
"That's strange... She looks a bit similar to you..." Sam cut in at that point, angrily.
"That's because it was her, sir, and she knows it!" General Hammond raised his eyebrows and asked, "So what can you tell us about this major?" Sam sighed, and began the tale again.
"I was almost sixteen, as Denise so accurately 'guessed'. I had had some problems recently with my boyfriend, I won't bore you all with the details. Anyway, I invited her over, and she brought a chocolate mud cake, seasoned with 'cure all herbs', which I didn't really understand at that point. After four or five slices of the cake, things seemed a lot better. To put it bluntly, I was stoned off my nut. I passed out shortly after, and when I woke up, I found a note, and a copy of the pictures stuck to the dresser. The note said basically that Denise would need a favour at some point, and that the pictures were an 'insurance policy' if I felt like not giving her help. She called me a few days ago, wanting my help in transferring to the Space Command Centre, located under NORAD. " Denise's jaw was open, quite obviously not expecting a full 'confession' from the major. The general looked over at Denise.
"Is this true, sergeant?" Denise stammered, trying to come up with a coherent response. After ten seconds or so the general continued.
'I think we've heard all we need to from major Carter. It was clearly done in a moment of emotional stress, and under the influence of drugs, not of her own volition. What do you think, gentlemen?" He glanced at the other men at his end of the table. A unanimous group of nods followed, and he addressed sg-1.
"Major Carter, you are cleared of all of the charges. You may return to your downtime when you see fit. There will be a full enquiry into this matter, but you won't be in the defendant's seat." He threw a glare at Denise. "You will be informed of the result of the enquiry as soon as it is reached." The brass stood up and saluted as the major and the rest of sg-1 made their way out of the room.
Outside, Sam spun around to Jack, pulling him into a tight hug.
"We did it, Jack!" Oblivious to the others. She tipped her head back and kissed him soundly. Blushing furiously, but still grinning, Daniel led Teal'c down the hall away from the otherwise occupied couple.
None of them saw the flicker of a shiny, bald head as it turned away from hall, a satisfied grin on the general's face.
One week later, the general's office, SGC...
Sam and Jack stood outside the door to the general's office, not really knowing what to expect, wondering whether or not the general had found out about certain 'extra curricular' activities he and the major had been working on. Jack knocked, bracing himself for the worst.
"Enter..." They pushed the door open and went in. The general waved them into the pair of seats in front of his desk.
"Now I guess that both of you are wondering why I have called you both here." Seeing their nods, he went on. "I have just received a report that sergeant Denise Walker has been transferred to the office of 'counter intelligence officer' to the island of Matago, a small island in the northern Atlantic. I've been told that the local population is just under fifty or so, and the average temperature is less than zero for most of the year. I just thought you both would want to know." He smiled at the pair in front of him, happy for more than one reason. Sam and Jack grinned right back at the general. Waving his assent for them to depart, he opened the drawer to his desk, removing a small roll of paper. As they turned to go, he handed it to Jack, saying, "I believe this will be of some use, colonel. Best of luck with it you two." He sat back in his chair, smiling smugly as they left, thinking,
*I may be getting older, but not so old that I can't see what's plainly obvious to anyone with eyes...*
Jack opened the roll of paper, quickly scanning the contents. He grinned like a ten year old at Christmas when he got to the end of the document. He tucked it into his jacket pocket and grabbed Sam by the hand as he led her towards the elevator, saying to himself, "The crafty old devil! I guess I owe him a bunch for this though..." Fending off Sam's questions until they were above ground once more, he silenced her queries with an intense kiss. Finally surfacing for air, Sam guiltily glanced around to see if anyone had seen them.
"Jack, I thought we agreed not to do that in public..." She blushed as some airmen came out of the tunnel mouth, waving cheerfully at them. Jack grinned and handed her the paper. Sam frowned and began to read it aloud.
"Amendment to Air Force regulation number AF-I26-2909:
Previously, this regulation prohibited the non-professional involvement between two people in the same chain of command. Under advisement, this has been altered to read 'members of the opposite sex in the same chain of command are allowed to maintain an out-of-hours, off base relationship, given the permission of the highest ranking officer in the command, and given that it will in no way affect the working relationship.' Amendment effective immediately. Jack, it's signed by the JCS, and a personal note from the general, saying 'Best wishes, hope it brings you both lasting happiness. Take another 48 hours downtime, I'm sure you'll find something to do. George." Sam glanced down, making sure that they both were standing on the off-base side of the yellow line running across the road, and proceeded to give the colonel a serious out of hours 'relationshipping'...
Epilogue:
Janet knocked on the general's door.
"Enter..." The doctor opened the door and poked her head inside the office.
"Excuse me sir, but I was looking for major Carter. Do you know where she is?" Hammond grinned, glancing at his watch. When he looked up at the doctor once more, he said, "If I were you, I'd look about, oh, a foot on the far side of the 'off base' line on the surface." As the doctor was leaving, he added, "Oh, if you see sergeant Siler on the way up, you can tell him that he owes me fifty, he'll know what I mean."
And they all lived happily ever after, except for Mr Smarmy-Spangly-Tights-I-Must-Have-No-Fashion-Sense Narim, (who I haven't mentioned so far, because he makes my stomach want to hurl) who was killed in a nasty accident involving an unlikely miscalculation between Stargates, flipping him into a black hole. Oops, oh well, nobody will miss him much, if at all. For anyone who cares, his last words were: "Oh bugger! I'll kill that cat..."
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