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Episode:  Rules of Engagement, Season 3           Screen Capture from:  Stargate Caps

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I Don't Mind...Much. Part 1

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It had been a short, snappy, almost dull mission, with no natives, and a temple that even Daniel found dull, the only find of any interest being the cult statue, a greyish aluminum looking thing which was nevertheless surprisingly heavy when Jack tripped over it in the dim gloom of the small mud brick structure. Jack spent a moment communing with his toes to decide if anything was damaged rather than merely annoyed, and finding that everything seemed to be wiggling as normal, he set the thing back up, noting an odd little tingle in his fingertips as he did so, and called Daniel over to see it. Daniel wondered aloud why it would have been set up in the floor as opposed to raised on a plinth, contrary to any cult statue he had ever seen, pronounced it to be of little artistic value, not reminiscent of any particular known culture, and without marking. That done, even Daniel admitted it was not worth sticking around, and they all set off for home.

Jack had been delighted to receive a debriefing time first thing the next morning, had cleared medical as fast as the Tyrant of the Tongue Depressor, the Nabob of Needles would allow, and had called on his black ops skills to escape the base before any of his team had known he was gone. It was October 20th, and he wanted to be home with a Guinness, a pizza, the cake he had bought just the night before, which was awaiting him in the freezer, and as many of the hockey games his brand new Center Ice subscription package would provide that night. He wanted to manage that without any fuss, bother, delay, or (shudder) surprise parties. He did not want his kids noting that, yes, he was another year older.

Things had gone well. The Guinness was cold, dark, and went beautifully well with the pizza. The cake was moist, and sweet, and no one told him he couldn't or shouldn't have seconds. All the right teams obligingly won, and best of all, the Avalanche-Wild game, where he had divided loyalties, had been thrillingly hard fought and ended in overtime in a shot so beautifully and athletically executed that he felt that the Wild had earned their win fair and square, and that the tickets he had for their next meeting in Denver would be likely to be a great introduction for Cassie to the joys of watching NHL games live.

So it was a happy Colonel who went back to the Mountain the next morning. All was right in his world, and given that the mission had been so straightforward, he anticipated a quick pro-forma debriefing, and an even briefer report to write, and an enjoyable day wandering the base annoying visiting his teammates. Life was good.

Re: I Don't Mind...Much. Part 1

[lolmac]

SQUEE COMMENTFIC!! Birthday fic!! I got birthday fic!!!

Re: I Don't Mind...Much. Part 1

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Shhhhhh!!! Don't tell the others for whom I didn't write birthday fic this year, because REASONS (not because I don't have a high regard for them too)! They might be jealous!