Thanks Mandy 
So... if I were in Sam Carter for 24 hrs? Hmmm..... well firstly, I'd be taking an F302 out for a spin, and sticking Major General Mr Samantha Carter in the backseat.
I'd have to set the F302 down on that tropical planet with the weird little pygmy people who thought I was their goddess of fertility. I wouldnt' admit to myself that I enjoy being waited on hand and foot, but I'd do it anyway
Then I'd "debrief" Jack on the current state of affairs at the SGC while sipping that wierd drink made from the "kind of coconuts" on that planet.
Then we'd high tail it home and I'd have to drop into area 51. Since it's under my control I'd use the refined device engineered from the quantum mirror to skip to the next reality and have lunch with Janet. We have an understanding since I'm dead in that reality, don't ask don't tell. The cassie in her world is having a baby with her husband, so we trade stories for a bit.
Then I'd be back on deck at the SGC. No doubt I'd run into Vala and completely deny to myself that I'm wondering what she looks like naked and covered in massage oil, while reminding myself that I'm a happily married Colonel.
From there I'd hit the gym and find Mitchell. So I'd glove up and knock him on his ass for a bit before letting him get one good hit in. One day he'll figure out I allow that, and I'll (as usual) resist the urge to pummel the cocky grin off his face.
I'll hit the shower then and get stuck into some paperwork, except the doohickey on my desk will completely distract me until I realise I'm late for dinner.
I'll hit the switch on the beaming device in time to catch Jack pouting over the chicken stir fry. I'll kiss him hello and tease him about the pouting which he'll categorically deny because "Generals don't pout".
I'd watch some tv with Jack after dinner then we'd hit the sack... and this was PG so that's it I'm done.
So... if I were in Sam Carter for 24 hrs? Hmmm..... well firstly, I'd be taking an F302 out for a spin, and sticking Major General Mr Samantha Carter in the backseat.
I'd have to set the F302 down on that tropical planet with the weird little pygmy people who thought I was their goddess of fertility. I wouldnt' admit to myself that I enjoy being waited on hand and foot, but I'd do it anyway
Then I'd "debrief" Jack on the current state of affairs at the SGC while sipping that wierd drink made from the "kind of coconuts" on that planet.
Then we'd high tail it home and I'd have to drop into area 51. Since it's under my control I'd use the refined device engineered from the quantum mirror to skip to the next reality and have lunch with Janet. We have an understanding since I'm dead in that reality, don't ask don't tell. The cassie in her world is having a baby with her husband, so we trade stories for a bit.
Then I'd be back on deck at the SGC. No doubt I'd run into Vala and completely deny to myself that I'm wondering what she looks like naked and covered in massage oil, while reminding myself that I'm a happily married Colonel.
From there I'd hit the gym and find Mitchell. So I'd glove up and knock him on his ass for a bit before letting him get one good hit in. One day he'll figure out I allow that, and I'll (as usual) resist the urge to pummel the cocky grin off his face.
I'll hit the shower then and get stuck into some paperwork, except the doohickey on my desk will completely distract me until I realise I'm late for dinner.
I'll hit the switch on the beaming device in time to catch Jack pouting over the chicken stir fry. I'll kiss him hello and tease him about the pouting which he'll categorically deny because "Generals don't pout".
I'd watch some tv with Jack after dinner then we'd hit the sack... and this was PG so that's it I'm done.
Originally posted by Mandysg1
Here it is Myrth 
have fun
have fun
i'm tired and sunburned, so.... what was i saying again?
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