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Hammond got ready to yell, perfectly aware that Major Carter was taking the opportunity to surreptitiously re-button her jacket. He gave a small inward sigh. Jacob was going to kill him. Or Jack. Maybe both.
Jack had noted his delay and had started to look hopeful. That just wouldn't do. Hammond took a deep breath. "Colonel!" Both Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter jumped, and Hammond allowed himself to feel a little bit of satisfaction. "I never--ever--want to hear that excuse in my office again. Either you learn to control yourselves or you will have to do without alien moonshine, liquor, or...water on your missions! Is. That. Clear?"
Major Carter somehow managed to cringe back while standing perfectly rigid. Colonel O'Neill just looked guilty.
"Yes, sir," he said finally. Hammond let it stand for both of them.
"Report to the infirmary and have Dr. Fraiser document this...incident," Hammond said, his volume closer to normal. "Dismissed."
Both of the officers gave a crisp attention and left. After the door was shut, Hammond collapsed into his chair and sighed. Those two would be the death of him, someday.
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"Could you at least keep the valid sex incidence down to once a month? I'd really appreciate it. Or better yet, STOP TELLING ME."
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