Here We Come A’Caroling
Author’s Note: Written For The Ancient Obsessions Advent Challenge – December 11 (Christmas Carolers)
General Hammond stared down into the gateroom in morbid fascination.
He’d seen some crazy things in his days as the CO of the SGC, but this had to top all.
He hustled down to the gate and addressed the only member of his premier team that seemed to have control of his faculties.
“Teal’c! What the hell is going on here?”
The Jaffa looked to the balding man and actually shrugged. “I am uncertain, General Hammond.”
‘What happened out there?”
“Again, of that I am uncertain. Our mission was routine. The local villagers were cooperative and agreed to our trade negotiations. They were most hospitable. Upon hearing of our request, they invited us to dine with them in some sort of ceremonial meal to celebrate the making of new friends. I can only assume that something in the food or drink of the meal is responsible for the behavior of my teammates.”
Hammond sighed. “Let’s hope so, and let’s hope it’s not harmful. Get them to the infirmary, Teal’c.”
Teal’c nodded and shepherded his team out of the gateroom.
They barely seemed to notice their surroundings, but Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, and Jack O’Neill followed their friend, after waving cheerily to their commander.
They were too busy to actually speak to him.
For as the doors of the gateroom slid closed behind them, the General could still hear their voices ringing through the halls of the SGC.
“You better watch out!” That one was Jack.
“You better not cry!” And there was Daniel.
“Better not pout, I’m telling you why!” And finally, Samantha Carter chimed in.
General Hammond shook his head and laughed to himself, not envying Teal’c’s task one bit.
He’d receive a report from Dr. Fraiser within an hour. SG-1 would suffer no permanent effects of what she found to be a drug-induced delirium.
Jack, Daniel, and Sam would claim to have no memory of their little caroling adventure, but it would take General Hammond a long time to clear the image of his best team singing in turn in full gear on the gate ramp from his mind.
And when someone cranked up “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town” at the SGC Christmas party the following week, a shared glance and a chorus of stifled giggles would tell the General all he needed to know about his team’s memory.
The End
