“Do you think they’ll do okay?” Cassie asked the general, Teal’c, and Nyan after Lou disappeared backstage with seven other project people at a signal from Jack.
“They should do fine,” Hammond assured the girl. “They looked extremely determined in the parking lot earlier before they realized I was there.”
Teal’c nodded his agreement. “O’Neill has been quite vocal about his pleasure with the level of performance the team has produced.”
Nyan was struggling not to laugh. “Oh, they’ll be great. You’ll see.”
The young woman to his left gave him a suspicious look. “You know what they’re doing, don’t you? You know!”
“I accidentally stumbled across one of their practices in a conveniently emptied storage room on one of the lower levels when I was looking for Daniel one night. They didn’t know I was there. And since they talked about not wanting anyone to know what they were doing, I didn’t say anything. But you’re going to enjoy it!”
“Oh, I could smack you!” Cassie said in a huff, flopping back in her seat.
It finally came to the end of the program, and the last entry of the day was the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. Eyebrows rose when they saw the stagehands setting up eight tables the likes of which you would find in a science class in two columns of four, evenly spaced with an obvious aisle down the middle and a pair of chairs behind each one - three behind the one in front to the audience’s right. Textbooks and notebooks were placed on the tables, along with pencils and other supplies, everything combining to reenforce the impression of a classroom. A small cardboard box was placed under the second table on the audience’s left. Then the participants filed out.
Everyone started to take their seats, all of them dressed in styles reminiscent of high school in the early sixties. David Michaels, in a brown-mottled sweater vest over a white dress shirt and pair of dark brown corduroy pants, sat at the first table stage right with Major Gilbert Riley, the leader of SG-7. The auburn-haired man had on a red sweater with white horizontal stripes crossing his chest, dark blue jeans finishing off the look.
At the table behind them sat Daniel in a blue V-neck sweater over the almost obligatory white dress shirt, the knot of a black tie peeking out, and Robert Erickson in a purple and black checkered, button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans. The archaeologist double checked the box near his feet, shooting it a suspicious look as he sat up. Erickson didn’t seem to notice.
Lou Ferretti and Jack O’Neill were next in line, SG-2's commander in a white patterned button-up shirt over a white tank top and jeans and SG-1's leader in a black sleeveless T-shirt and tight black denim jeans. The two of them were whispering something to each other that caused them both to smirk and snicker. Yeah, just like high school.
The last table in that column was taken up by Walter Davis and Dan Siler. The shorter, white-haired man was dressed in a green and brown colored argyle sweater with a white button-up shirt underneath, while the Master Sergeant had a brown and black button-up shirt over a white T-shirt and a paid of black slacks. They were apparently listening to the conversation going on ahead of them, sharing amused looks and fighting the urge to laugh.
On the other side of the aisle, Erica Witherspoon had on a tight red sweater and a red and black plaid skirt, her hair in two pig tails on either side of her head. Joining her at the front table were a pair of twins that worked at the mountain, Captain Faith Mitchell, a control room technician, and her sister Lieutenant Hope Mitchell, one of Janet’s nurses. They were dressed identically in white sweaters with the rounded collars of the red blouses they wore underneath poking out over the necklines and red pleated skirts evocative of the styles cheerleaders tended to wear. The three women were chattering amongst themselves in an undertone and smiling.
Behind them sat Sergeant Sharon Thompson from maintenance in a white blouse with a light pink floral pattern on top of a pink A-line skirt that hung to her knees. Next to her was Jamie Evans, who was again shocking her teammates with a tight, provocative yellow sweater with a low scoop neckline that showed some definite cleavage and hugging white, yellow, and pale green plaid skirt. The two ladies had joined in the conversation going on in front of them.
Katherine Southhall smoothed out the skirt of her simple, pale blue, short-sleeved dress, belted at the waist and buttoning up from the belt to the shirt-like collar that was open to reveal the creamy white skin of her throat. She nudged the woman next to her and pointed out Ferretti and O’Neill’s antics at the table across the aisle from them. Captain Lorraine DeMarco laughed and tightened the ponytail that held back her light brown hair before straightening the plain white blouse she had tucked into the brown A-line skirt that went just past her knees. The nervous fidgeting revealed her anxiety.
The last two ladies sitting at the last stage left table were Janet and Sam. The smaller of the two wore a tight emerald green short-sleeved sweater that showed off her chest with a straight black skirt while her blonde companion was a little more sloppily dressed in a worn, baggy, pale blue sweatshirt over a straight beige skirt that hung to her knees. They were most likely sharing sarcastic comments about the pair of team leaders that seemed to have most people’s attention if their frequent looks over to that table and wicked smirks were any clue.
Graham Simmons finally made his appearance - and the “class” settled down - just after General Krenz announced the group, conveniently leaving out the name of the song with a massive struggle not to start laughing. Hammond in particular guessed that meant his people were up to no good, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it now. The young man who used to have a major crush on Sam Carter was dressed in a white sweater vest with a green and black diamond pattern over a white dress shirt and black tie. He had on a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and carried a thick textbook of some sort under his left arm. Apparently he’d been nominated to portray the teacher in this scenario, the poor man.
And then the music started.
Graham, as the teacher, started things off as he stood in the back of the class while the others shot him looks over their shoulders of various levels of interest. “The parts of a flower are so constructed that very, very often the wind will cause pollination - if not...” he lip synced, then stepped between the back two desks and leaned to his right to focus on Davis and Siler. “Then a bee or any other nectar-gathering creature can create the same situation.” He shifted over to Janet and Sam on the word nectar, then moved on once the line was completed.
“Yes, anything that gets the pollen to the pistil's right on the list.” He focused on Jack and Lou, who both smirked at him, on the word pollen, then Katherine and Lorraine, who did the same, on pistil, finishing the line standing straight and looking forward, his right hand up with his index finger extended.
Graham took a step forward and “spoke” directly to Robert, the other man glaring back and Daniel looking amused. “I'll try to make it crystal clear.” Then to the other side and directly to Sharon, both ladies giving him a bored look. “A flower's insatiable passion turns its life into a circus of debauchery.” All of the “students” jumped at these words while Graham just looked extremely passionate about his subject, then shared a bunch of wicked looks behind his back.
Simmons moved on to the last pair of men. “Now you see just how the stamen gets its lusty dust onto the stigma.” Behind him in the back, Davis and Siler stood and began doing pelvic thrusts to the beat while the girls snickered. Graham faced the last table of women. “And why this frenzied chlorophyll's orgy starts in spring is no enigma.” The next two tables of guys joined the already moving pair in the back.
The teacher took a step past the tables and faced the front, again in a lecturing pose while the thrusting stopped. “We call this quest for satisfaction a what, class?”
The twins grinned and raised their hands. “A photoperiodic reaction!”
Graham turned slightly toward them in surprise. “Oh, that's good! Oh, that's very good!” Faith and Hope shared a smug, fawning look.
David stood up looking confused, his textbook open. “Hey, I'm lost, where are we?”
Jamie stood up to respond. “Chapter two!”
Gilbert pointed at his partner’s book. “Page five!”
Now everyone jumped up while Graham retreated to the back of the room, flustered. “Reproduction,” the guys chanted at the girls.
“Reproduction,” the girls called back.
Erica jumped up onto her chair. “Put your pollen tube to work!” she sang as she twisted her arms together like a vertical snake.
“Reproduction,” the guys sang again, followed again by, “Reproduction,” from the girls, everyone with wide grins.
“Make my stamen go berserk!” Sam pronounced, her arms in the air as she shook her chest provocatively then sat on top of her table.
The guys called out one last, “Reproduction.”
Katherine stepped into the aisle and faced off against the men with a belligerent pose. “I don't think they even know what a pistil is!”
Robert got up close. “I got your pistil right here,” he sang, gesturing at his crotch with a snap of both his hands.
Siler, standing on his chair, got in the last words before the next verse. “Where does the pollen go?”
Graham used the interlude to glare everyone back into their seats then opened his book to a random page and walked slowly forward. “Next chapter. In an abstract way, the same thing applies to the reproductive organs of the more complex lifeforms. But now we're dealing with sexual response. Are there any questions before we begin reading?”
Daniel smirked and moved from his chair to the tabletop as Simmons stopped moving just in front of his position. “Is it possible the female member of some sex on a couch could, like, get this guy all hot and she never even knew it?” He nudged Robert conspiratorially.
The platinum blond took his cue and joined the archaeologist. “When the warm-blooded mammal in a tight little sweater starts pullin' that stuff, she sayin' that she wants to do it?”
Jack and Lou shared a wink with Daniel as David sprang to his feet and Graham jumped back behind the last set of tables in shock. “Can't prove it by me! Cause they change their tune when you got 'em in the back seat.”
Lou slid out into the aisle on his knees, his hands clasped together over his chest. “With his heart beating fast...”
The twins spun around from staring at the scene looking disgusted. “And make it sound like a track meet! Gross!”
All the guys moved closer together, sharing significant looks, Daniel moving back by Jack as Lou got back to his feet and David and Gilbert took the brown-haired man’s spot behind the second table. “Yeah, and they can do is say no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” They waggled their fingers at the girls, who all rolled their eyes and closed ranks.
“Reproduction,” they sang, voices deep to mimic their adversaries.
“Reproduction,” the guys retorted in falsetto.
“Baby, give it to me now,” the girls continued, doing pelvic thrusts with the beat.
“Reproduction,” the guys sang, voices back to normal.
“Reproduction,” the girls repeated.
“Is that all you think about?” the guys sang in question, limp-wristedly covering themselves modestly, expressions filled with mock offense.
“Reproduction,” both groups sang, the men going back to normal.
“Come on, baby, show me that you really love me so!” The girls struck mocking poses, some of them doing more pelvic thrusts.
Gilbert bent over and looked sick to his stomach. “Oh, I think I'm going to throw up!” He dashed off to the back of the stage.
Siler shrugged. “Where does the pollen go?”
This time Graham didn’t even try to settle anyone down, couples pairing off in front of him and snuggling up. Jack and Janet shot each other playful looks, while Daniel and Sam shared ones that promised better things to come later. David sat on the table in front of Sharon and the pair threw suggestive leers at each other. Robert pulled Katherine into a close embrace, both of them snickering, and Lou gave Lorraine puppy-dog eyes which she merely grinned wickedly at. Simmons started the third verse, not bothering to go anywhere. “The human is the only being capable of consciously controlling its number of offspring. Are there any comments on this?” he tried to continue the lesson as Gilbert slunk back to his seat.
Janet sidled up next to him, looking up at him seductively through her eyelashes. “Mister Stuart, is it true that guys like you, you know mature and all, carry some protection with them... for sexual occasions?”
She stepped back with a laugh as Graham turned his attention to Jack, who had stood up on his chair, talking with his hands and sharing commiserative looks with the other men as he sang. “What's the big deal? Can a girl just do that thing in a book, where she adds up the dates of her, uh, what do ya call it, mentalstration?”
“Oh, that's really neat!” Katherine called out, pushing Robert away slightly as she glared at Jack.
Sam shot him one as well, tearing her gaze away from Daniel - who had started to edge closer to the aisle - and putting her hands on her hips. “Yeah, and what'll the guy say if the numbers don't add up right, huh?”
All the girls took up her pose and faced off against the guys. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”
The couples got back together as the guys started the chorus once again. “Reproduction.”
“Reproduction,” the girls echoed.
Jamie leaned back against Gilbert as she laid her hands gently over her stomach. “Hope he's proud of what he's done!”
“Reproduction.” The guys tipped the girls back
“Reproduction.” And the girls returned the favor.
Robert lifted Katherine up so the woman could wrap her legs around his waist. “He was only pokin' fun!” he sang as he dipped her, her short blonde hair nearly brushing the floor before he brought her back up.
“Reproduction,” all of them sang together.
Daniel had moved back to where he had been sitting originally, reached into the box that had been resting there, and pulled out a live rabbit that hung frozen with fear from his outstretched arm. “See what happens when a boy and girl don't know how to play it safe?” he sang with a smirk on his face after he quickly suppressed a look of shock. He thrust the animal at Ferretti, who was doing everything he could not to burst out laughing.
The group of them went a little crazy as they sang back and forth, the guys then the girls, a couple guys chasing a few girls while a few couples cuddled up with wide grins. Graham stood in the back looking thoroughly flustered.
“Reproduction.”
“Reproduction.”
“Reproduction.”
“Reproduction.”
“Reproduction.”
“Reproduction.”
“Reproduction.”
The last repeat they all sang together, scrambling around to get back to their original positions.
“Where does the pollen go?”
Every “student” sat down in unison the beat after Siler finished his closing line looking innocent and ready to learn as Graham dropped the book he’d been holding and dropped his face into his hands. They froze that way until the roar of applause from the audience washed over the parade grounds, then broke out into wide grins and laughter.
“Well, if that doesn’t tell them what your people thought about this whole thing, nothing will,” Kerrigan leaned across the aisle and told Hammond as the group on stage quickly cleared it of the tables and chairs.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” George replied with a sigh. He was torn between wanting to kill his people, one full-bird colonel in particular, and laughing until his sides ached. He settled for grinning and shaking his head.
“Oh, I absolutely *loved* that movie!” Cassie gushed after General Krenz, struggling to keep a straight face, announced a half-hour break to tally up the judges’ results and prepare for the big announcements. “Mom made a cool Paulette!”
Hammond gave her an indulgent smile. “That explains why Colonel O’Neill called her that out in the parking lot.”
Teal’c nodded, a smile lightening his features. “This routine also explains a cryptic remark O’Neill uttered under his breath when we watched the movie the song appeared in at Major Carter’s house recently. He apparently decided then that this song would suit his purposes.”
Ferretti and the other SGC personnel that weren’t part of the rest of the competition made their appearance at that point. SG-2's leader flopped onto his seat breathless from laughing. “I almost had him,” he gasped out.
“Almost had who?” Nyan asked, his own smile splitting his face. He’d been on Earth long enough not to be shocked by the whole affair.
“Daniel. Did you see his face when he pulled that rabbit out of the box? He was expecting a plush animal!” Lou chuckled, barely keeping it from turning into another bout of full-blown laughter.
“And where did you get that rabbit?” Hammond asked, a mock scowl on his face.
Ferretti saw right through the facade. “The little girl that lives next door loaned it to me. I’m supposed to get it back in time for a tea party tomorrow afternoon. Fluffy’s the guest of honor.”
“I see.” The general dropped the mask and let his smile shine out. His granddaughters were friends with Ferretti’s neighbor, so he knew all about the girl’s tea parties.
“So do you think we did well enough to get the Marines from Yuma?” Walter Davis asked from his seat next to Nyan. He’d appropriated it when he came out from backstage.
“You bet to hell,” was the almost vicious response. Lou grinned wickedly. “All they did was some stupid march song. We had fun.”
Siler leaned in from Walter’s right side. “You do realize they’re going to make us suffer for this. There’s a lot riding on it.”
Ferretti scoffed. “Let ‘em try. We won fair and square.”
“On the contrary, Colonel Ferretti,” Teal’c contradicted him. “We have not won anything as of yet. The results have not been announced.”
“Technicality. We’re gonna sweep.”
Not long after, General Krenz reappeared on stage and took his place at the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said once he had cleared his throat and the crowd had gone quiet. “It is now my pleasure to announce what you’ve all been waiting for: the Bachelor and Bachelorette of the Year!” The audience applauded. “Not to mention the winner of our lively lip sync competition.” The audience applauded again even more enthusiastically. “Let’s present the ladies first.” The thirty women who had participated in the talent competition filed onto the stage from the back, all dressed in dressy casual style.
“In fifth place, from Colorado’s Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Major Janet Fraiser!” The first few rows of the center stage left wedge exploded into cheers, echoed nearly as fervently by the four SGC women on stage and the male SGC competitors still backstage. Jack even let out one of his team-calling whistles as Janet made her way forward to accept a pair of yellow roses tied together with navy blue ribbon.
“In fourth place,” the lieutenant general continued once the noise finally died down, “from Arizona’s Fort Huachuca, Lieutenant Carla Gallun!” The audience went wild, especially the section in the center stage right wedge just behind the group from the Air Force Academy, as the five-foot-six woman with chin-length, light brown hair and grey eyes accepted a pair of pink roses tied together with forest green ribbon.
“In third place, from right here at Peterson Air Force Base, Doctor Nicole Thalacker!” The entire back of the crowd whooped with delight as the petite, five-foot-two lady with short brown hair and light green eyes grasped her pair of white roses tied with navy ribbon. It seemed General Jones had ordered his people to allow their visitors the best seats.
“In second place, once again from Colorado’s Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Major Samantha Carter!” Again the SGC tested the integrity of people’s ear drums as Sam took her pair of white roses tied with navy blue ribbon, the petals’ edges stained a deep red, this time with Teal’c rising to his feet as he applauded and letting loose an odd, deep sound that echoed around the parade grounds, and Daniel and Jack both whistling sharply as they stomped their feet. SG-1 was more than happy to commemorate the success of one of their own.
“And in first place, our Bachelorette of the Year, from Utah’s Hill Air Force Base, Sergeant Stephanie Barnett!” A section of the far stage left wedge went absolutely crazy as the tall woman with pale, shoulder-length blonde hair and pale blue eyes cradled her half-dozen red roses with their dangling navy blue ribbon, the Hill Air Force Base group jumping to their feet and hopping around wildly in their excitement.
“Yes!” Lou shouted, jumping to his feet as the women returned backstage. “Both of them! Both! Eat this, Yuma!” He laughed maniacally for a moment before Teal’c cut him off, yanking him back into his seat. The evil grin never quit, however.
“Now let’s bring our bachelors back onto the stage!” The thirty men that made the final cut the day before filed out and lined up to await the announcement of the top five as their female counterparts returned to the set-aside wedge.
“In fifth place, from Arizona’s MCAS Yuma, Staff Sergeant Christopher Elvers!” A loud “hoo-ya!” came from the section Ferretti had been seen coming and going from many times over the weekend as a tall, broad Marine with short brown hair peppered with grey and dancing green-grey eyes stepped forward and let the general drape a wide black ribbon bearing a pewter medal - similar to the Olympic Games medals - around his neck. The lieutenant colonel from the SGC scowled darkly at the pronouncement.
“In fourth place, from Utah’s Hill Air Force Base, Major Joseph Lord!” Another tall, broad man with short brown hair, this one with no grey strands and blue-green eyes, accepted his navy blue ribbon and copper medallion. A section further back behind the SGC went wild.
“In third place, from Colorado’s Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Colonel Jonathan O’Neill!” A look of shock flashed across Jack’s face as Daniel and Graham pushed him forward before he schooled his expression into one of smug gratitude and took his navy blue ribbon and bronze medal. Teal’c again made the deep keening sound he had for Sam earlier, and Sam herself did her commander proud with a precise imitation of the whistles he’d been blowing out over the weekend. Daniel echoed her.
“In second place, from New Mexico’s White Sands Missile Range, Second Lieutenant William Schwartz!” A man a few inches shorter than Jack with golden blond hair and hazel eyes came forward for his forest green ribbon and silver medal while the group in front of the far stage left wedge raised quite the ruckus.
“And in first place, our Bachelor of the Year, from Colorado’s Cheyenne Mountain Complex - they have made a good showing this weekend, haven’t they? - Doctor Daniel Jackson!” There was another explosion from the SGC crowd as they jumped to their feet - and half of them onto their chairs - and Daniel blushed and stepped forward to be awarded with his navy blue ribbon with its gold medallion. Jack and Sam whistled - the blonde physicist’s sounding suspiciously like a wolf’s whistle - and Teal’c gave another round of his deep, keening tone. The nurses, all in unison, shouted “Yes!”, and the culture and linguistics department started chanting Daniel’s name. Ferretti looked over to the formerly gloating Marines from Yuma and gave them a jaunty salute and a wide, smug, superior smirk.
Krenz dismissed the men from the stage and the thirty of them joined the rest of the contestants in their designated seating. “And now, last but not least, the winners of our team-focused event, the lip sync contest!” There was more cheering. “In fifth place, based right here in Colorado Springs, Colorado, the group from the US Air Force Academy!” The group of fifteen military students surged on stage and were presented with a small, six-inch trophy.
“In fourth place,” the general continued once the fervor died down and the young men and women had cleared the stage, “from the beautiful state of Arizona, the group from the Davis-Monthan Air Force Base!” Seventeen people from Davis-Monthan came up to accept their foot-high trophy to the loud cheers of their fellows.
“In third place, from our friends in the glorious state of New Mexico, the group from the White Sands Missile Range!” Eleven personnel from the Army base took possession of the eighteen-inch high trophy, the first few rows of the far stage left wedge getting quite the workout with their celebration.
“In second place, from the home of Salt Lake City, the group from Utah’s Hill Air Force Base!” One more time, that group jumped to their feet as their sixteen people took their two-foot prize, holding it up high to let it sparkle in the sun.
General Krenz looked at the next name and chuckled, shaking his head in mild disbelief. “And in first place, with probably the most humorous of our eighteen entries, from here in the majestic state of Colorado, the eloquent team from the Cheyenne Mountain Complex!” Again, the crowd from the SGC leapt to its feet, the roar growing as the two halves of the team met on stage to take hold of the biggest trophy of all at two and a half feet tall. Jack and Lou hoisted it into the air, swiveling around to make sure everyone got a good look, then, with a quick shared look of mischief, hurried down the runway to present it to their mystified and amused commander. With Teal’c’s help, Hammond maneuvered it onto his chair and returned the salutes of his two irreverent officers.
“Let’s have a big hand for all of our winners!” General Krenz started another round of applause, the four remaining trophies being waved in the air behind him. “We’ll take an hour break for dinner, then our lip sync victors will repeat their award-winning entries,” the balding man announced before leaving the stage and his subordinates to their own devices.
“So, what did you think, sir?” Jack asked Hammond as he hopped off the catwalk in front of the older man and the other people from the mountain began to exit the stage.
“I’ve said it before, and it still holds true: you walk a fine line, Colonel.” The bald Texan shook his head as he smiled and chuckled.
“Thank you.”
Daniel calmly walked down the steps at the end of the runway, closely followed by Sam and Janet who were both immediately engulfed in a huge hug from Cassie. “Hey, Teal’c, what was that sound you made when Jack’s, Sam’s, and my name were announced?” the anthropologist queried curiously.
“That was the cry of celebration put forth by a Jaffa for members of his wing who are honored with recognition during the annual Glory of Deeds Festival on Chulak. It seemed most appropriate.” He gave Daniel a small smile. “And I believe congratulations are in order to you for achieving your goal. You did indeed take first place.”
Daniel laughed. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I? I wasn’t really expecting to, though.”
The ladies of the SGC shared an amused, knowing look. They knew better.
“So what do we all get for winning this thing?” Jack asked. “Does anyone know?”
“I believe General Krenz was going to announce the particulars after your performances this evening,” Hammond replied, himself curious as to the answer to that question.
He was correct. Once the SGC team had once again cleared the stage of their school-like set, Lieutenant General William Krenz again stepped up to the podium and requested all of the weekend’s winners to take the stage. “I’m sure you’re all wondering what the winners will be taking home aside from the flowers, medals, and trophies that have already been handed out. Each base with a winning entry will be receiving an engraved plaque to be displayed as part of our efforts to improve our over-all morale. Having seen a sample, I can assure you they have been quite tastefully done, and you should be proud to be able to exhibit them.” Krenz paused to take a look over the crowd. “As I’m sure you can see,” he continued with a sly smile, “the president was unable to join us here to take part in our festivities, but he was very interested to hear about the results of this morale-boosting event. In light of our success, as well as the successes of the other regions across the country, our Commander in Chief will be taking a tour of the winning bases as his time allows. For each base’s representative in the top five of both the bachelor and bachelorette divisions of the contest, we’ll be asking that you perform a lip sync number, in remembrance of the team event that rounded out our competition. The lip sync winners, of course, only have to worry about that routine.” The crowd had gone quiet with shock. “That concludes the first annual Four Corners Region Bachelor/Bachelorette Competition. See you next year!” He saluted the still-reeling audience and departed, his aide following behind.
Jack, Daniel, Sam, and Janet all shared a horrified look. “Four,” the silver-haired colonel sputtered. “We have to do four different songs.”
“Actually, we have to do five, Jack,” Daniel corrected him, swallowing nervously. “We’re going to have to do ‘Reproduction’ again.”
“Wonderful.”
“Well, sir, at least we don’t have to do our individual talent routines again,” Sam offered half-heartedly, a weak smile on her face.
“And we won’t have nearly as large an audience,” Janet added.
Jack scowled at all of them. “You guys don’t get it, do you?” All he got was blank looks in return. “Considering how much trouble we went through to pick one song to perform, do you have any idea the hell we’re going to go through for five?”
The resulting groans were drowned out by the laughter from the rest of the Cheyenne Mountain personnel before they dragged off their reluctant heroes for a real celebration, SGC style, before getting back to their secret war against the Goa’uld the next day. The president’s visit could be worried about later; for now, a family had to honor its own in its own special way - and it turned into something that no one would ever forget.
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