Epilogue:
The gate flared. There were no alarms, for this was a scheduled return, and SG-1's signal came through immediately. Hammond waited just long enough to make sure it was really their signal, then he walked from the command room down to the embarkation room to welcome them back.
Carter came through first, carrying her P-90 and her pack. Right next to her was Jaffer, who wagged his tail when he realized they were back at the SGC and that it was Hammond standing there waiting for him. He trotted over; his brown eyes shining with health and his black hide gleaming even in the relatively dim light of the embarkation room. Obviously being off- world agreed with him. Hammond smiled and patted his head, giving Sam a greeting as he watched another form emerge.
This one was Teal'c, who was carrying the majority of the supplies that SG- 1 had taken with them – minus the foodstuff, of course, since most of that was gone.
"Welcome back, Teal'c," Hammond said as the Jaffa walked down the ramp.
"Thank you, General Hammond," Teal'c gave him a slight bow and moved to the side as the other two members of SG-1 appeared through the gate. Hammond sighed.
Jack and Daniel were both limping. They were both moving slowly, as if in pain, although since they hadn't returned early, it was obvious to Hammond that they weren't seriously injured. If they had been, Teal'c and Carter would have insisted on returning before the week was up.
"What happened?" Hammond asked as the two men limped down the ramp, and Jaffer trotted back up to greet Jack as though he hadn't seen him in days.
"Just a misunderstanding, Sir," Jack said.
Knowing he'd hear more about this misunderstanding during the debriefing, Hammond nodded.
"Report to the infirmary, SG-1. Doctor Fraiser is waiting for you. Debriefing is in one hour, unless I hear otherwise."
"Yes, Sir."
Jack turned and led his team out of the embarkation room, and Hammond just shook his head and headed back to his office. At least they were home safe, and there wasn't any blood on the floor.
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"What in the world happened to you?"
Jack and Daniel both scowled, but they'd expected the question. It had only been three days since their battle with Gorul, and the two of them were still feeling the effects.
"We got in a fight."
"With each other?"
Sam smiled.
"With Gorul."
"What's a Gorul?"
"We'll tell you all about it later," Carter promised.
"Good." Fraiser gestured for a corpsman to come over and help Daniel to an examination table, and then she helped Jack sit down on one, and helped him pull off his shirt. Jaffer eyed the bed Jack was sitting on, and jumped up to sit next to Jack. Janet was about to tell him to get down, when she was distracted.
"Ouch. Where did you get those?" She had bared the half-healed scratches left by the feline battle. Four on the back of his neck, and an assortment of them on his lower back. She looked over at Sam who blushed slightly at the implication, and shook her head.
"I didn't do it."
"Was it the Gorul?"
"Nah, Jaffer and I had a run-in with some cat critters that went bad."
Janet looked over at Jaffer, running her gentle fingers along the black fur, feeling the telltale welts left by the half-healed scratches that were covered by his thick fur. Jaffer whuffled her hand, not bothered at all by the touch. He liked being touched!
"Why didn't you come home?"
"We had it under control. Some of the natives of the planet gave us something for the cuts, and it worked pretty well."
Sam nodded, "I have the rest of it in my pack. We brought it home so you could take a look."
"It did work well," Fraiser had to admit. The scratches weren't red or infected-looking – which was common with feline scratches – and they were nicely scabbed over, which meant they were well on their way to healing. "Do they hurt?"
"Not as much as the rest of me does."
"It'll probably be a good idea if you take a few days of light duty, Colonel," Janet said, as she drew blood from his arm. "But you don't seem to be suffering too badly." He wasn't complaining about hurting, which was a good sign.
"Nah, I'm fine."
She took his temperature, then checked his blood pressure and his eyes, and nodded.
"Everything looks fine. Unless I find something in the blood tests, you'll be given a clean bill of health – with the exception of the light duty for a few days."
Jack nodded, and put his shirt back on, slowly.
"Go find something to do while I check Major Carter out, Colonel."
Suppressing the urge to comment about being willing to check Sam out for her – which would have been wildly inappropriate on base – Jack nodded, and left the infirmary with Daniel, who'd just been given the same checkup Jack had been, with the same results.
"Light duty?" Jack asked.
"Oh, yeah."
"Ah, well. I didn't want to do anything strenuous this week anyways."
"Me, either."
"Come on, we can go get showered before debriefing."
Yeah, a hot shower sounded like a great idea to both of them.
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"So the planet is occupied?" Hammond asked them about an hour and a half later.
They were all seated around the briefing table, except Jaffer, who was sitting at Jack's feet.
"Yes, Sir. By the Hyl."
Hammond nodded. He'd already heard the basics of what had happened, including the meeting with the Hyl, and the meeting – and battle – with Gorul.
"They're friendly, General," Daniel said, "But they aren't going to make good allies against the Goa'uld. They don't have technology we can use, and their planet's resources are minimal."
"And we don't want to establish a base there?"
"I wouldn't recommend it, Sir," Jack said. "Mainly because I don't think the Hyl need to be subjected to anymore of our technology than necessary. But mainly, they're a very gentle folk, and I wouldn't want the Goa'uld to get wind of our base and come looking for it and maybe find them."
Hammond nodded. That was fair enough. And Jack was probably absolutely correct.
"And this Gorul fellow?"
"Well... he's another story, General." Jack said. "He'd be a fine ally against the Goa'uld, but there aren't many like him. I guess his people are really spread out, and they don't organize together very well, or very often."
"They're pretty much explorers, General," Daniel said. "He told us he'll always oppose the Goa'uld when they bring trouble to him, but he won't go looking for them to fight them."
"And no technology we can use?" Hammond asked.
Jack shook his head. "His abilities are all natural, too. We found neat people, Sir, just not people who can help us."
Ah well. It happened that way sometimes. Hammond nodded.
"And how about Jaffer?" He asked. "How did he do?"
"He was great, Sir." Jack beamed with pride. Hammond looked over at Carter, who nodded.
"He was, Sir. He was the main reason the Hyl showed themselves in the first place, since they'd never seen a dog before, and he gave us an extra weapon in the fight with Gorul. He's getting very good with those teeth."
"I concur, General," Teal'c said. "Serious consideration should be given to adding a canine to each SG team. Or at least to many of them."
Hammond nodded. "I'll discuss it with the powers that be, even though it might not happen for a while. It'll be good to have this mission to show them as an example." He looked at Daniel and Jack, who looked tired, and at Carter, who looked like she needed a chance to soak in a warm tub for a while. Teal'c, of course, looked fine.
"You have the weekend off, SG-1. Get some rest."
They all stood up – some quicker than others – and headed for the door. Jack waved a goodbye to Teal'c, who was going to go get a shower, and told him and Daniel to over for dinner, he was going to try and make that fish stew.
They didn't look too enthusiastic about that – Jack had tried to make it the night before they'd returned and it had turned out positively awful – but they told him they'd try. Which meant it would just be him and Jaffer and maybe Sam, if she didn't think fast and come up with an excuse to get out of it.
"So, Carter..." Jack said, smiling as Daniel left them to head for his office. He had reports of his own to write.
"Yes...?"
"Do I get to read your journal?"
Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. He was like a puppy with a bone!
"We'll see."
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Author's Note: Okay! That's the end. Yeah, I could have went on with the story and actually written out the conversations they had with Gorul and the Hyl, but it'd have just dragged on and on, and I wasn't sure I had the patience to do that – and I wasn't sure I wanted to subject you guys to it. So I didn't. It probably would have been boring, and I hate that! Let me know (if you would) what you liked and didn't like, and what your favorite line was.
The gate flared. There were no alarms, for this was a scheduled return, and SG-1's signal came through immediately. Hammond waited just long enough to make sure it was really their signal, then he walked from the command room down to the embarkation room to welcome them back.
Carter came through first, carrying her P-90 and her pack. Right next to her was Jaffer, who wagged his tail when he realized they were back at the SGC and that it was Hammond standing there waiting for him. He trotted over; his brown eyes shining with health and his black hide gleaming even in the relatively dim light of the embarkation room. Obviously being off- world agreed with him. Hammond smiled and patted his head, giving Sam a greeting as he watched another form emerge.
This one was Teal'c, who was carrying the majority of the supplies that SG- 1 had taken with them – minus the foodstuff, of course, since most of that was gone.
"Welcome back, Teal'c," Hammond said as the Jaffa walked down the ramp.
"Thank you, General Hammond," Teal'c gave him a slight bow and moved to the side as the other two members of SG-1 appeared through the gate. Hammond sighed.
Jack and Daniel were both limping. They were both moving slowly, as if in pain, although since they hadn't returned early, it was obvious to Hammond that they weren't seriously injured. If they had been, Teal'c and Carter would have insisted on returning before the week was up.
"What happened?" Hammond asked as the two men limped down the ramp, and Jaffer trotted back up to greet Jack as though he hadn't seen him in days.
"Just a misunderstanding, Sir," Jack said.
Knowing he'd hear more about this misunderstanding during the debriefing, Hammond nodded.
"Report to the infirmary, SG-1. Doctor Fraiser is waiting for you. Debriefing is in one hour, unless I hear otherwise."
"Yes, Sir."
Jack turned and led his team out of the embarkation room, and Hammond just shook his head and headed back to his office. At least they were home safe, and there wasn't any blood on the floor.
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"What in the world happened to you?"
Jack and Daniel both scowled, but they'd expected the question. It had only been three days since their battle with Gorul, and the two of them were still feeling the effects.
"We got in a fight."
"With each other?"
Sam smiled.
"With Gorul."
"What's a Gorul?"
"We'll tell you all about it later," Carter promised.
"Good." Fraiser gestured for a corpsman to come over and help Daniel to an examination table, and then she helped Jack sit down on one, and helped him pull off his shirt. Jaffer eyed the bed Jack was sitting on, and jumped up to sit next to Jack. Janet was about to tell him to get down, when she was distracted.
"Ouch. Where did you get those?" She had bared the half-healed scratches left by the feline battle. Four on the back of his neck, and an assortment of them on his lower back. She looked over at Sam who blushed slightly at the implication, and shook her head.
"I didn't do it."
"Was it the Gorul?"
"Nah, Jaffer and I had a run-in with some cat critters that went bad."
Janet looked over at Jaffer, running her gentle fingers along the black fur, feeling the telltale welts left by the half-healed scratches that were covered by his thick fur. Jaffer whuffled her hand, not bothered at all by the touch. He liked being touched!
"Why didn't you come home?"
"We had it under control. Some of the natives of the planet gave us something for the cuts, and it worked pretty well."
Sam nodded, "I have the rest of it in my pack. We brought it home so you could take a look."
"It did work well," Fraiser had to admit. The scratches weren't red or infected-looking – which was common with feline scratches – and they were nicely scabbed over, which meant they were well on their way to healing. "Do they hurt?"
"Not as much as the rest of me does."
"It'll probably be a good idea if you take a few days of light duty, Colonel," Janet said, as she drew blood from his arm. "But you don't seem to be suffering too badly." He wasn't complaining about hurting, which was a good sign.
"Nah, I'm fine."
She took his temperature, then checked his blood pressure and his eyes, and nodded.
"Everything looks fine. Unless I find something in the blood tests, you'll be given a clean bill of health – with the exception of the light duty for a few days."
Jack nodded, and put his shirt back on, slowly.
"Go find something to do while I check Major Carter out, Colonel."
Suppressing the urge to comment about being willing to check Sam out for her – which would have been wildly inappropriate on base – Jack nodded, and left the infirmary with Daniel, who'd just been given the same checkup Jack had been, with the same results.
"Light duty?" Jack asked.
"Oh, yeah."
"Ah, well. I didn't want to do anything strenuous this week anyways."
"Me, either."
"Come on, we can go get showered before debriefing."
Yeah, a hot shower sounded like a great idea to both of them.
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"So the planet is occupied?" Hammond asked them about an hour and a half later.
They were all seated around the briefing table, except Jaffer, who was sitting at Jack's feet.
"Yes, Sir. By the Hyl."
Hammond nodded. He'd already heard the basics of what had happened, including the meeting with the Hyl, and the meeting – and battle – with Gorul.
"They're friendly, General," Daniel said, "But they aren't going to make good allies against the Goa'uld. They don't have technology we can use, and their planet's resources are minimal."
"And we don't want to establish a base there?"
"I wouldn't recommend it, Sir," Jack said. "Mainly because I don't think the Hyl need to be subjected to anymore of our technology than necessary. But mainly, they're a very gentle folk, and I wouldn't want the Goa'uld to get wind of our base and come looking for it and maybe find them."
Hammond nodded. That was fair enough. And Jack was probably absolutely correct.
"And this Gorul fellow?"
"Well... he's another story, General." Jack said. "He'd be a fine ally against the Goa'uld, but there aren't many like him. I guess his people are really spread out, and they don't organize together very well, or very often."
"They're pretty much explorers, General," Daniel said. "He told us he'll always oppose the Goa'uld when they bring trouble to him, but he won't go looking for them to fight them."
"And no technology we can use?" Hammond asked.
Jack shook his head. "His abilities are all natural, too. We found neat people, Sir, just not people who can help us."
Ah well. It happened that way sometimes. Hammond nodded.
"And how about Jaffer?" He asked. "How did he do?"
"He was great, Sir." Jack beamed with pride. Hammond looked over at Carter, who nodded.
"He was, Sir. He was the main reason the Hyl showed themselves in the first place, since they'd never seen a dog before, and he gave us an extra weapon in the fight with Gorul. He's getting very good with those teeth."
"I concur, General," Teal'c said. "Serious consideration should be given to adding a canine to each SG team. Or at least to many of them."
Hammond nodded. "I'll discuss it with the powers that be, even though it might not happen for a while. It'll be good to have this mission to show them as an example." He looked at Daniel and Jack, who looked tired, and at Carter, who looked like she needed a chance to soak in a warm tub for a while. Teal'c, of course, looked fine.
"You have the weekend off, SG-1. Get some rest."
They all stood up – some quicker than others – and headed for the door. Jack waved a goodbye to Teal'c, who was going to go get a shower, and told him and Daniel to over for dinner, he was going to try and make that fish stew.
They didn't look too enthusiastic about that – Jack had tried to make it the night before they'd returned and it had turned out positively awful – but they told him they'd try. Which meant it would just be him and Jaffer and maybe Sam, if she didn't think fast and come up with an excuse to get out of it.
"So, Carter..." Jack said, smiling as Daniel left them to head for his office. He had reports of his own to write.
"Yes...?"
"Do I get to read your journal?"
Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. He was like a puppy with a bone!
"We'll see."
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Author's Note: Okay! That's the end. Yeah, I could have went on with the story and actually written out the conversations they had with Gorul and the Hyl, but it'd have just dragged on and on, and I wasn't sure I had the patience to do that – and I wasn't sure I wanted to subject you guys to it. So I didn't. It probably would have been boring, and I hate that! Let me know (if you would) what you liked and didn't like, and what your favorite line was.