3. It had been 3 weeks, and still no SG-1. Teams came, and teams left, but there was no unscheduled incoming wormhole with SG-1's code. George Hammond knew where they had gone, and he'd given Sam Carter the data she'd need to get them home, but the fact remained that although he had certain knowledge of where they had gone, he had no certainty that his note would successfully lead them home. SG-1 were no longer the strangers they had been back at the start of Hammond's career. They had told him the truth, back in that transport van. They knew him. They were friends. They were the flagship team, and the soul of this command, and an incalculable loss. The Pentagon had given him one more week, and then he would be ordered to change their status to K.I.A. George knew if he turned a corner and ran into a 70 year old Samantha Carter, he would never be able to look her in the eye if he had to tell her that he had done that. He'd retire before he declared SG-1 dead this way.
Klaxons sounded
“Unscheduled incoming wormhole!” came Sgt. Harriman's voice through the intercom.
George's heart swelled with hope and anticipation. He couldn't wait to yank Jack O'Neill's chain about the interest he would owe him. That missing money had been a lot on a lieutenant's salary, and damn hard to explain to his pregnant wife!
4. The entire gate system was screwed up, and worse, it looked like it would fall into the control of a Goa'uld. People were stranded, his people. The entire galaxy, and probably beyond, was affected. Someone would need to step up and take responsibility for this fiasco, and if he was lucky, by taking full responsibility and taking retirement, George hoped he might get out of this with his full pension, and avoid becoming a toll on his daughters. He didn't want the money that should have gone to paying for his grandchildren's college educations being wasted on feeding and housing a man who had been foolish enough not to see the handwriting on the wall the moment that screw-up Felger had walked through the gate to the Cheyenne Mountain complex. He'd give it just a little while longer, because Jack O'Neill and Teal'c were the wild cards to trump all wild cards, and Sam Carter was one of the galaxy's most nimble brains, and if there was the slightest possibility that George would get a chance to personally wring Dr. Felger's feckless neck, then he, George Hammond, wanted to be there to do it.
Six Times General Hammond Almost Retired Before He Did, Part 2
Klaxons sounded
“Unscheduled incoming wormhole!” came Sgt. Harriman's voice through the intercom.
George's heart swelled with hope and anticipation. He couldn't wait to yank Jack O'Neill's chain about the interest he would owe him. That missing money had been a lot on a lieutenant's salary, and damn hard to explain to his pregnant wife!
4. The entire gate system was screwed up, and worse, it looked like it would fall into the control of a Goa'uld. People were stranded, his people. The entire galaxy, and probably beyond, was affected. Someone would need to step up and take responsibility for this fiasco, and if he was lucky, by taking full responsibility and taking retirement, George hoped he might get out of this with his full pension, and avoid becoming a toll on his daughters. He didn't want the money that should have gone to paying for his grandchildren's college educations being wasted on feeding and housing a man who had been foolish enough not to see the handwriting on the wall the moment that screw-up Felger had walked through the gate to the Cheyenne Mountain complex. He'd give it just a little while longer, because Jack O'Neill and Teal'c were the wild cards to trump all wild cards, and Sam Carter was one of the galaxy's most nimble brains, and if there was the slightest possibility that George would get a chance to personally wring Dr. Felger's feckless neck, then he, George Hammond, wanted to be there to do it.