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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 2

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He thought it was a little weird that as he passed through the first checkpoint, he suddenly, without any reason at all, started to think about fertilizing houseplants, and how to best deal with aphids on the heliotrope. Especially since, although he was aware of what an aphid was, he was completely baffled by the entire subject of heliotropes. Heliotrope? What the hell is that?

Shaking it off, he was relieved to find himself reviewing hockey and football stats at the check post for the second elevator. That was much more familiar territory.

There was a brief flitting impression of the desirability of hot black coffee as he passed Wal..ton?...no...Walter! Harriman, no doubt due to the smell of coffee drifting down from the carafes in the briefing room. It was when he bounded up the spiral staircase two steps at a time and came upon Teal'c that things got... odd.

Suddenly Jack was acutely aware - more than usually aware - of the location of all the possible entrances and exits, the sounds of the people moving about and the equipment at work in the control room below, the shuffling of paper in Hammond's office, and his own approach behind Teal'c. Then there was the sound of "It's my brother O'Neill." In Goa'uld. In his head. And he understood it.

Suddenly some of the luster had gone out of his day. Teal'c turned, and bent his head in greeting, and Jack, shaken, was just barely able to offer a weak "Teal'c" in return, before slinking over to grab a mug and pour himself some coffee for lack of the Guinness he was really beginning to crave.

Daniel bustled in, and was so busy trying to organize several folders, three tomes on architecture, and a cappuccino, that he nearly plowed into Jack. Suddenly Jack was very aware of the various ways that mud brick could be used in construction. He handed Daniel a copy of The Styles and Usages of Mud Brick in Vernacular Architecture: A Cross-Cultural Examination and beat a hasty retreat to the opposite side of the briefing table, where he could once again concentrate on the scent of his coffee, and the way it was just hot enough to almost-but-not-quite burn as it went down. Perfect.