skydiver
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George sighed again and reached into his desk drawer. He pulled out a bright yellow object and placed it on his head. The stocking cap slid down almost over his eyes and a long tail flopped over his shoulder, the bright purple pom-pom on the end a perfect counterpoint to the field of yellow. As Jack watched the man flushed, his broad face turning a brilliant shade of red.
?Colonel O?Neill, either this will stop or I will have no choice but to have her relieved from duty before she totally wrecks this command,? the man stated, the pom-pom bobbing on his shoulder.
Biting his lip, Jack got to his feet. ?Yes sir. I?ll go talk to her right now.? He retreated swiftly and closed the door behind him. Oh god, what had he done? Who would have thought a few innocent little comments?Ok Jack, pull yourself together.
Squaring his shoulders he headed off towards level 21 and the knitting capitol of the SGC.
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Exiting the elevator he couldn?t help but stare at the large number of people walking the halls, each of their uniforms accessorized with a Carter Creation.
Major Coburn was sporting a bright red beret on his head. Technician Davis was wearing a green and purple striped sweater vest. Jack saw Doctor Warner?s stethoscope shrouded with a neon blue cover and Sergeant Siler walked by, his favorite wrench tucked securely in it?s custom made day glow pink wrench warmer.
?O?Neill!? Jack turned to see Teal?c striding towards him, a mountain of orange atop a bed of olive drab green.
?T? What?s???
?O?Neill, this is unacceptable,? the Jaffa said, stopping before him.
?Unacc??
?If I were on Chulak I would have been stoned for being a kata?mahl,? he said, lowering his voice to a whisper.
?Kata what??
?Orange is not a warrior?s color,? he said, his voice full of meaning.
?Ooh, well I?m sure??
?And it does not end there.? Teal?c unbuttoned a small flap on his sweater to reveal his pouch. He stuck a hand in and pulled Junior out, resplendent in a tiny hot pink sweater that even had tiny slits in it to accommodate the creature?s fins. The symbiote hissed then moved pathetically as it tried to rid itself of the offending garment. ?My primta is the laughing stock if its race. Pink is not a god, even a false god?s color,? Teal?c said tightly, stroking the creature to calm it.
?Yeah I can imagine??
?O?Neill, you must rectify this situation,? he begged.
?Look?why the hell don?t you guys just say no??
?When was the last time you successfully denied Major Carter??
?Aah?well??
?She weeps O?Neill.?
?Weeps?Carter? Our Carter? The arm wrestling queen of Colorado??
?And if weeping does not prevail she turns to using our emotions against us.?
?Using?ooh, a guilt trip? Yeah those can be rough.?
?O?Neill, this can not continue.?
?Yeah, Ok. Let me talk to her,? Jack placated, trying to calm the Jaffa before the man turned to violence.
Teal?c nodded. ?I will be in my quarters.?
Jack walked down the call, passing more and more people who?d been ?Cartered?.
Damn, he?d only been gone two weeks. How the hell could she do this in two weeks?
?No Sam. I can?t.? he heard Janet protest from Sam?s lab.
?Oh come on Janet. It?ll keep them nice and warm.?
?NO. This is ridiculous.?
Jack walked in to see Sam holding up her latest inventions. ?You always complain that the cool mountain air makes things uncomfortable. These should eliminate the problem,? she said holding the knitted bra to her chest. ?See, no more high beam if they?re all nice and toasty warm.?
Jack watched the petite doctor turn a nice bright shade of red that actually would be quite becoming with the black bra and panty set on display. ?Sam I??
?Hello ladies,? Jack interrupted.
?Colonel. You?re back!? Sam exclaimed, hopping off the stool and stepping over a half-built reactor lying on the floor. ?Did you have a nice vacation?? she asked, setting the bra down and pulling open a drawer. As she started to rummage through a pile of knitted things, Janet pushed past Jack, her heels clicking as she ran from the room.
?Oh just peachy. So major, I hear things have been a little slow lately?? he asked, looking at the shelves full of gadgets, most of them covered with a fine coating of dust and yarn lint.
?Oh really? I hadn?t noticed,? she said, her voice muffled.
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