Daniel refrains from commenting, but presses play on his compact digital tape recorder.
The sound of snoring can be clearly heard.
"It wasn't me. That was Teal'c."
"It was not, O'Neill."
"Sir," says Sam, in tones of gentle disillusionment.
"It was dark! The projector was humming, and Daniel, you must admit, was running on a bit..." offers Jack.
Hammond shakes his head ruefully.
"Dismissed!" he says.
Daniel gathers up his papers, his folders, and his coffee cup, and Sam flips closed her notepad and picks it and her briefing folders up, and they leave. Teal'c regards O'Neill impassively for a moment, and then reaches down to offer him a hand, pulling him to his feet.
They too head for the spiral stairs.
"Since you are rested, you will not be able to claim that you do not have the energy necessary to prove your superiority when we spar," Teal'c is heard to say.
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"You ended that sentence with a preposition... you bastard!"
(pssst, season 6).
right, season 6!
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The sound of snoring can be clearly heard.
"It wasn't me. That was Teal'c."
"It was not, O'Neill."
"Sir," says Sam, in tones of gentle disillusionment.
"It was dark! The projector was humming, and Daniel, you must admit, was running on a bit..." offers Jack.
Hammond shakes his head ruefully.
"Dismissed!" he says.
Daniel gathers up his papers, his folders, and his coffee cup, and Sam flips closed her notepad and picks it and her briefing folders up, and they leave. Teal'c regards O'Neill impassively for a moment, and then reaches down to offer him a hand, pulling him to his feet.
They too head for the spiral stairs.
"Since you are rested, you will not be able to claim that you do not have the energy necessary to prove your superiority when we spar," Teal'c is heard to say.
"Oy," says Jack.
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