4) George knew the atmosphere at the party was going to start leaning dangerously toward maudlin when one of the longest serving of the infirmary nurses brought up Doctor Jackson’s ascension in the category of “weirdest shit a general ever had to deal with.” He noticed Daniel edging toward the kitchen and Colonel Carter and Teal’c edging toward Daniel, and caught General O’Neill’s eye and knew that he knew as well. Jack made a quip about the category of “so weird the Air Force didn’t even have a form to be filled out for it.” Trying to lighten the mood, no doubt, but George couldn’t help it. He cracked up, laughing uncontrollably, because paperwork… there had been reams of paperwork. There had been more paperwork than Jack could possibly imagine. He’d simply chosen to spare SG-1 the pain, and had taken it all with him to the infirmary and filled it out himself in consultation with Doctor Frasier, Jonas Quinn, and a bottle of industrial-strength Tylenol for the splitting headache it had given him. When he stopped laughing and could breathe again, George waved away demands for an explanation of his outburst. He accepted a concerned beer from Siler and told his guests again what an honor and a pleasure it had been to work with them, which distracted everyone, himself included, from everything they’d sacrificed to the Stargate.
5) Colonel Jack O’Neill had been giving George Hammond headaches since the very first time he laid eyes on him. After Jack had been escorted out of the ‘Gate room to the cell where Kawalsky and Ferretti were being held, that very first night, George had gone back to his office and pulled his emergency supply of acetaminophen out of his desk. Years and innumerable bottles of assorted painkillers later, General O’Neill was the last guest left at George’s retirement party. George ushered Jack into the kitchen and replaced the last few bottles of beer on the table with a bottle of scotch. Then, from his bathroom medicine cabinet, he brought out his last bottle of Ibuprofen and set it down in front of Jack. Jack took it in and turned his intense gaze on George. “Was it worth it, sir?” he asked. George picked up the bottle, tossed it into the trash, and smiled broadly at one of the finest officers and finest men he’d ever had the privilege to command. “Absolutely.”
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Five headaches SG-1 gave George Hammond... (part 2)
Date: 2007-09-30 11:57 pm (UTC)5) Colonel Jack O’Neill had been giving George Hammond headaches since the very first time he laid eyes on him. After Jack had been escorted out of the ‘Gate room to the cell where Kawalsky and Ferretti were being held, that very first night, George had gone back to his office and pulled his emergency supply of acetaminophen out of his desk. Years and innumerable bottles of assorted painkillers later, General O’Neill was the last guest left at George’s retirement party. George ushered Jack into the kitchen and replaced the last few bottles of beer on the table with a bottle of scotch. Then, from his bathroom medicine cabinet, he brought out his last bottle of Ibuprofen and set it down in front of Jack. Jack took it in and turned his intense gaze on George. “Was it worth it, sir?” he asked. George picked up the bottle, tossed it into the trash, and smiled broadly at one of the finest officers and finest men he’d ever had the privilege to command. “Absolutely.”