Day 50, Morning; Brig; Attn: Tasty, Steve, Sheppard, etc. [f]
Jack finished his breakfast and stood, swiping a couple of muffins and a thermos of coffee on his way out. He felt like he'd been in bed recovering for months now, even though it had been only a few days thanks to the Ancient healing device. Today was his first day back and he was anxious to be moving, doing anything.
He made his way to the brig, where Hernandez was waiting, chatting to the two folks getting off-duty. All three nodded at him. There was a weird dynamic now that most of the expedition had figured out he was some variant on Jack O'Neill. They weren't sure where he stood in the hierarchy and how to address him. Jack nodded back, saying a quick "Sergeants" in greeting.
"Oh, muffins!" Duvall exclaimed, her eyes going wide at the food Jack carried.
"And I missed it," Hernandez mourned.
Jack held out a muffin. "Brought one for you and one for the prisoner."
"Oh! Thanks, man," Hernandez said, taking the muffin quickly, as if he was worried the offer might be withdrawn.
Duvall grabbed Hendersson. "Come on, we're going before they run out. See you tomorrow."
"Mañana."
Jack and Hernandez headed into the room where two cells-- cages, really-- held the wraith and the collaborator. Jack headed over to the cell with the woman in it and killed the field, holding the muffin through the bars. "Breakfast is served."
He made his way to the brig, where Hernandez was waiting, chatting to the two folks getting off-duty. All three nodded at him. There was a weird dynamic now that most of the expedition had figured out he was some variant on Jack O'Neill. They weren't sure where he stood in the hierarchy and how to address him. Jack nodded back, saying a quick "Sergeants" in greeting.
"Oh, muffins!" Duvall exclaimed, her eyes going wide at the food Jack carried.
"And I missed it," Hernandez mourned.
Jack held out a muffin. "Brought one for you and one for the prisoner."
"Oh! Thanks, man," Hernandez said, taking the muffin quickly, as if he was worried the offer might be withdrawn.
Duvall grabbed Hendersson. "Come on, we're going before they run out. See you tomorrow."
"Mañana."
Jack and Hernandez headed into the room where two cells-- cages, really-- held the wraith and the collaborator. Jack headed over to the cell with the woman in it and killed the field, holding the muffin through the bars. "Breakfast is served."