239/240: Thursday, After 1st Period
Janet snuck back into the room, locked the door, booted up her laptop, and started checking her e-mail. Then she frowned.
She was never going to forgive General O'Neill for sending her the most obnoxious birthday card ever created. It was animated. With sound. And she was going to get him back somehow, and he was going to be miserable from it. But for now, she was going to give him a piece of her mind.
To: General Jonathan J. O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Jack:
You're going to suffer.
Janet
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Doc:
Love you too. We missed you around the last apocalypse.
Jack
P.S. Shouldn't you be showing a general a little more respect, young lady?
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Show you respect? Please, I've seen you naked. You're going to suffer on your birthday, and I don't mean that I'm going to go easy on you by just sending a Strip-O-Gram to the Pentagon.
Janet
P.S. I missed you too. Don't you DARE gloat.
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
We're going out to dinner tonight. We'll have a glass of wine for you, since you've got a few years to go yet before you can have any.
Jack
P.S. Me? Wouldn't DREAM of it, Fraiser.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Before I can have any legally, you mean.
Tell everyone I said hi. And that I love them.
Janet
P.S. You are SUCH an ass.
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Of course that's what I meant. Because I know you'd never break the rules. (Yes, I typed that with a straight face, damn it.)
You could come visit every once in a while and tell them yourself. Thanksgiving's soon.
Jack
P.S. And yet, you love me anyway. Must be my charming personality.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
I wouldn't dream of breaking the rules. Not and telling you about it, anyway.
Thanksgiving it is, then. And I'm bringing company.
Janet
P.S. *snort* Riiight. You're just saying that because you need someone to pull your sorry ass out of the fire the next time you have an alien plague.
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Smart woman. But then again, we always knew that one too.
Company better not be on a plane to Egypt again, or I'm going to kick his geeky ass.
Jack
P.S. It's not JUST that.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Company spent the entire spent the entire summer in Egypt and dropped his cell phone in the Nile. He's not allowed to go there again for a very long time, and certainly not without at least three replacement phones.
All right! Fine, you miss us, I get it. I've got things to do. See you in a few weeks.
Janet
P.S. I know. Can we not talk about these sorts of things?
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
You could stop by the cabin... I have fish now.
Jack
P.S. Shutting up now.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
*blinking* When the hell did that happen? And how?
Janet
P.S. I'll believe that one when I see it.
***
To: Janet Frasier
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Time travel thingie. Don't ask.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
You only say that because you don't understand the explanation.
***
To: Janet Frasier
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
And your point is?
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
That WAS my point. Which you full well know.
***
To: Janet Frasier
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
So how old are you again, Doc?
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
You can stop any time now. And tell everyone you've called in there to read the e-mails over your shoulder that I know who they are, and I'm going to make sure they all suffer too, unless they stop laughing RIGHT NOW.
***
To: Janet Frasier
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Right. Shutting up now.
Janet closed her laptop, looked sourly at it, and crawled into bed. Maybe if she hid under the covers all day, no one would bother her. Too bad she hadn't actually locked the door when she thought she had.
OOC: Come bug the wee little redheaded doctor on her birthday. Make her suffer.
She was never going to forgive General O'Neill for sending her the most obnoxious birthday card ever created. It was animated. With sound. And she was going to get him back somehow, and he was going to be miserable from it. But for now, she was going to give him a piece of her mind.
To: General Jonathan J. O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Jack:
You're going to suffer.
Janet
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Doc:
Love you too. We missed you around the last apocalypse.
Jack
P.S. Shouldn't you be showing a general a little more respect, young lady?
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Show you respect? Please, I've seen you naked. You're going to suffer on your birthday, and I don't mean that I'm going to go easy on you by just sending a Strip-O-Gram to the Pentagon.
Janet
P.S. I missed you too. Don't you DARE gloat.
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
We're going out to dinner tonight. We'll have a glass of wine for you, since you've got a few years to go yet before you can have any.
Jack
P.S. Me? Wouldn't DREAM of it, Fraiser.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Before I can have any legally, you mean.
Tell everyone I said hi. And that I love them.
Janet
P.S. You are SUCH an ass.
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Of course that's what I meant. Because I know you'd never break the rules. (Yes, I typed that with a straight face, damn it.)
You could come visit every once in a while and tell them yourself. Thanksgiving's soon.
Jack
P.S. And yet, you love me anyway. Must be my charming personality.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
I wouldn't dream of breaking the rules. Not and telling you about it, anyway.
Thanksgiving it is, then. And I'm bringing company.
Janet
P.S. *snort* Riiight. You're just saying that because you need someone to pull your sorry ass out of the fire the next time you have an alien plague.
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Smart woman. But then again, we always knew that one too.
Company better not be on a plane to Egypt again, or I'm going to kick his geeky ass.
Jack
P.S. It's not JUST that.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Company spent the entire spent the entire summer in Egypt and dropped his cell phone in the Nile. He's not allowed to go there again for a very long time, and certainly not without at least three replacement phones.
All right! Fine, you miss us, I get it. I've got things to do. See you in a few weeks.
Janet
P.S. I know. Can we not talk about these sorts of things?
***
To: Janet Fraiser
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
You could stop by the cabin... I have fish now.
Jack
P.S. Shutting up now.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
*blinking* When the hell did that happen? And how?
Janet
P.S. I'll believe that one when I see it.
***
To: Janet Frasier
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Time travel thingie. Don't ask.
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
You only say that because you don't understand the explanation.
***
To: Janet Frasier
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
And your point is?
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
That WAS my point. Which you full well know.
***
To: Janet Frasier
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
So how old are you again, Doc?
***
To: Jack O'Neill
From: Janet Fraiser
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
You can stop any time now. And tell everyone you've called in there to read the e-mails over your shoulder that I know who they are, and I'm going to make sure they all suffer too, unless they stop laughing RIGHT NOW.
***
To: Janet Frasier
From: Jack O'Neill
Subject: Re: Happy Birthday, Doc!
Right. Shutting up now.
Janet closed her laptop, looked sourly at it, and crawled into bed. Maybe if she hid under the covers all day, no one would bother her. Too bad she hadn't actually locked the door when she thought she had.
OOC: Come bug the wee little redheaded doctor on her birthday. Make her suffer.