Giving a quick glance up and down the corridor, and seeing no one, Dr. Lee slipped quietly through the door. His mouth could not have been drier if he'd stuffed it with talcum powder, and his heart was beating so hard and fast that he was almost surprised that General Hammond hadn't heard it down in his office on Level 27. Scanning the room briefly to be sure he was alone, he moved over to the row of lockers before him. As he reached out a sweating palsied hand for the latch to open the locker marked "Daniel Jackson", a deceptively quiet and calm voice sounded just above and behind his head.
"What'cha doin?" it said.
Oh, Crap! thought Bill Lee, and considered himself lucky that he hadn't done so.
He had never imagined that Jack O'Neill could move so swiftly or so silently, and he had really never considered that he could manage to look so intimidating wearing just a white standard Air Force issued towel.
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Boxers or Briefs - Going for the Proof
Date: 2009-10-13 03:14 am (UTC)"What'cha doin?" it said.
Oh, Crap! thought Bill Lee, and considered himself lucky that he hadn't done so.
He had never imagined that Jack O'Neill could move so swiftly or so silently, and he had really never considered that he could manage to look so intimidating wearing just a white standard Air Force issued towel.