O'NEILL* & TEAL'C* TALK ON THE PATIO

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"It feels as though its been a very long day today."

"I to shared that feeling up until the time I failed to prevent Daniel Jackson of The SGC from stepping into the Beta Site Event Horizon. The day seems to have progress tremendously quick from that point on."

"Right well its time to start slowing down again Teal'c*. Daniel's* plenty safe okay! Hey, I fancy doing a spot of fishing."

"Unyet you do not pick up your fishing rod O'Neill*?"

"Well I do fancy doing a spot of fishing, but I don't fancy finding out, just yet, whether or not I can get my line to reach the pond from here."

"But O'Neill*, when we're fishing in quadrant four on P3X 989, you seem able to cast great distances."

"True, true T*, but I don't know whether you realise thats got everything to do with gravity and little, if not nothing, to do with skill. After all, we are more than eighty feet up in the air in quad four. No, these things have to be approached at the right time, in the right mode. But you're right I should be able to reach across from here, ha, we'll see."

It was so tranquil and peaceful and beautiful. There was such rich green surrounds. Different contrasts in the green, but all very vibrant, very rich. Pretty. Can you imagine feeling and responding exactly like a human or a Jaffa and being a robot, strange.. ..and painful. In particularly painful. Even so. Ad vivum. It was good to be alive, damn right.

"You know.. ..if we had a Mothership, we'd actually have to land it on our new Home-World because I don't think the Rings. . ..well I know for a fact the Rings wouldn't be big enough."

"Of what do you speak O'Neill*?"

"What I was wondering T*, is how we could get a power boat to our new Home-World."

"A power bolt. A charge from the sky?"

"No not bolt.. ..a boat. A boat for the water, for the sea. A water chariot. A power boat."

"Power boat?"

"Oh come on T* you remember, those boats on the water, I showed you.. ..Little Falls?"

"Yes, Indeed, the grand display of various sizes and colours of powerful water vessels. They were very impressive O'Neill*."

"Yeah T*, thems the boats. That place was a marina.. ..where they store the boats.. ..vessels."

"Yes a water ship."

"Okay. Now how could we get one of those to our new pad, because although we haven't got a ship right now, we will in the future acquire one. We may event be able to grab this Al'kesh, but that just simply won't be big enough. So what I'm thinking is, a Mothership. Striped down. But then how would we get thing in.. ..how would we actually get the boat into the ship. Um, quandary. Any ideas Teal'c*?"

"No. Would Harlan..?"

"No!"

"Major Carter*..?"

"Shes got way to much to do, and then shes got her own little projects.."

"O'Neill*, are you sure its necessary to have such a vehicle."

"Are you kidding me? Oh come on, have you seen those waters, how can we not have one."

"In that case O'Neill*, we must concentrate on the problem of suitable transportation."

"Why thank you Teal'c*, that would be helpful. Hey, how about Thor, I bet he would help us out."

"Yes, yes he would."

"I wonder if hes started shaving."

"Who?"

"Thor."

"What?"

"Thor. When he gets back on his feet I wonder if he'll have body hair, you know, instead of wax."

"O'Neill* I do not understand your wonder."

"Well remember they found a big crunch of their genetic history. They're about six feet tall. They're as tall as us."

"They are not."

"No they're not as tall as us, but if they get their act together they'll be as tall as a lot of humans, and Jaffa, if not taller."

"And you are certain Thor will be returning?"

"Absolutely. A bit of genetic manipulation, they'll have him up and about in no time. In fact I'd be interested to know what he thinks about our predicament."

"O'Neill*, I do not believe Thor would devote much time to the resolution of the water ship.. ..power boat transportation quandary."

" No, not that T*. Our predicament. Us."

"In what way?"

"Maybe he could do something about these deuced wires."

"O'Neill* I see no wires."

"Oh come on. You've seen our insides. Maybe he could tidy us up a bit. You know, make us more like.. ..like the way we were. Exactly. Um, humanation"

"The Asgard are capable of a great many things O'Neill*."

"Well we'll see. He'll be dropping by when he can."

"Yes I believe he will."

They both heard a mechanical recoil. Teal'c* rose up.

"Hey T*, could you take my fishing basket down with you."

"I will. Of course."

Teal'c* went down into the base to change the data transfer clip. As he came back onto the patio, "There is one left O'Neill*."

"That's not been to long."

Teal'c* immediately succumbed to the diminution of effort. He assumed his previous condition, relaxed, lounging and basking.

"O'Neill* you did not speak of your outing with Major Carter of The SGC."

"What ja wanna know buddy?"

"Nothing."

Ou, that felt very nice, umm. A wave of pleasant relaxation poured over the Colonel*. He phased into the afternoon tempo.

"When you left the Beta Site inner compound with Major Carter of The SGC you appeared troubled. When you returned to the inner compound of the Beta Site with Major Carter of The SGC you appeared settled."

"Yes. Settled. Yes Teal'c* I am Settled. I feel it."

The time was somewhere between eighteen and nineteen hundred hours Zulu. The sun was warm and low in the sky but bright for a couple more hours yet. You could still feel it's heat everywhere you went.

"Right okay.. ..you win. I kissed her. No, I mean we embraced. A warm embrace. A very warm, heated embrace. No okay we kissed. Umm, nice kiss. It was a big mistake. I apologised. I asked Carter to forgive me. It was a mistake. A very, very, pleasant and much needed mistake. Happy? End of story. Case closed."

Teal'c* sat cogitatively. He slowly nodded his head and smiled. He said nothing. The case was closed. But you could tell that he was delighted about the outcome of the outing. His friend was now decidedly settled, and he was indeed very happy about that.

"Did you hear that T*?"

Colonel O'Neill* jumped up and headed straight for the patio roof hatch. He slid down the ladder and examined the input cartridge drive. He quickly charged the clip and went back up to the patio.

"Last one."

Teal'c* smiled.

"T*, I think by now the coast should be practically clear. I mean all things being equal, SG-1, the other SG-1, would have returned to The SGC. I can't account for Daniel, but em, presumably wherever he is he'll be coming back to go into the field with Pierce. They've not finished the job and knowing Pierce, he'll want to keep on it.. ..so given that, the coast should be clear. I think we'll head back soon and see if we can't get a couple of updates on the situation."

"Very well O'Neill*."

They dug in. Kicking back, taking it easy on the patio, enjoying the last of the afternoon's hospitality. They would be leaving soon and would not be returning for quite some time.

"Umm!"

"Pardon O'Neill*?"

"You know Carter's* given us a heart beat."

"Indeed. Major Carter* has provided us with internal rhythm."

"It used to be rhythm T*, but I've educed a heart beat. Trust me, its definitely a heart beat. I felt it today."

"Indeed O'Neill*. I to have felt my.. ..heart beating on many occasions. The speed of the beat seems to match our physical condition."

"Yeah it does T*. I think it also matches our emotional conditions. So.. ..definitely real then."

"Yes, most definitely! O'Neill*, I now understand why Daniel Jackson* was so shaken after his return from The SGC."

"Hows that then?"

"It is the beating heart that ignites the nerves."

"Yeh! Yeah I'll go for that."

Teal'c* had begun to busy himself. He'd hacked a few branches from the trunk of the well invested tree, which partially obscured the easting patio view.

"What you doing there T*?"

"O'Neill*, by extracting the inner pulp whilst keeping the outer bark almost whole, we will be able to conceal the appearance of this yellow railing."

"Yeah, nice one Teal'c*, nice disguise. Ah, its going to look as though its part of that tree just there."

"Indeed."

"Very nice. Pass me one of those sections, I'll have a go. Thank you."

The Colonel, still with his feet up on the rail, dropped one foot down, hinged forward and began to raise his right suit pants leg up to the knee. He produced a keen, razor sharp blade from the sheath he had strapped to his leg. He raised his other leg back on to the railing, pushed off to relaxation in his seat and began to file away at the section of tree branch.

"O'Neill* the download is completed."

"Yeah I heard that T*. Excellent. Means we're all done here."

"Indeed we are all done here. Our data is safe."

"Great! What a day."

"Um.. ..Indeed."

"Teal'c*, we'll finish up this camo and.. ..and presuming the coast is clear, give it another half hour and head back, see what we can find out."

"Yes O'Neill*."

By the time Teal'c* had finished fitting the tree bark to the railing, it really did look like it was a branch extending out from the nearby tree. Teal'c* wanted to secure it using fishing line, however Colonel O'Neill* strongly recommended he not do that, warning that although the line was barley visible to the eye, human eye, when the sun was high, from a distance the line could well be seen to provide a reflective surface, attracting the attention of observant passers by. SGC personnel and surveillance teams. Possibly,

He concluded that unless there were violent windstorms the bark would remain in place. Teal'c* agreed with this, vowing that upon their return to the secret base he would find away to better secure the bark and retain the camouflaged effect.

Relaxing, taking it easy, how lovely. What a beautiful afternoon, evening. A strident wail suddenly ripped into their atmosphere.

"What the heck..?"

"A wolf O'Neill*?"

"Not to sure, maybe not. T* we need to get our hands on a wild life survey. We're not altogether a hundred percent sure of who our neighbours are here."

"Yes. We need to familiarise ourselves with all indigenous species. I believe Daniel Jackson of The SGC has been conducting a wildlife survey."

"Yes.. ..but no. No, err, I think we've had enough other self contact for a while. Em, okay I'll see what I can do, but I think.. ..yeah I think it would be a good idea to check out the wild life, just in case."

They continued to sit on the patio. Lounging, relaxing and basking in the beautiful warm early evening sundown. They continued to sit to in silence.

"O'Neill*, we have endured a great expense of risk and danger to establish our base here on The SGC Beta Site."

"That we have Teal'c*, but its all been worth it. We've got ourselves a nice little hidden fortress here."

"Indeed we have O'Neill*. Why did you decide to secure the synthesising technology? I thought your intention was to destroy it."

"I did intend to destroy it T*. Would you believe me if I told you I was keeping it for historical reasons?"

"Of Daniel Jackson* I would. But that is not your motive O'Neill*."

"No. It really isn't is it."

"No it is not."

They were both quiet. Basking on their secret base patio, in the Beta Site early evening heat.

"Teal'c*, how did you feel about being dead?"

"It has troubled me deeply O'Neill*. I have spent many uncertain moments reflecting upon our deaths. But now we are not dead. We are alive."

The Colonel* folded his hands behind his head and pushed back in his chair as far as he could go, feet still teetering on the newly dressed patio railing. He was slow and thoughtful.

"You know, we will be resuming our Missions Schedule.. ..after a respectable sojourn."

"Of this I am certain O'Neill*."

The Colonel* rested again. Hoping to spot fish in the small pond below the patio ledge. Teal'c* was listening to the silence, waiting for it to end.

"T*, do you know what would be worst than my dying?"

Teal'c* remained curious and quiet. He nodded intently to his friend.

He closed his eyes and purposefully breathed deeply, in and out. His voice a hoarse whisper. "What would be worst, what I fear more than dying, is the thought of losing one of you. Damn it Teal'c*, the thought of losing you or Daniel* or for heavens sake Carter*."

His eyes moistened in the warm dry air.

Teal'c* was supportively affirming. His voice was very soft and urgent. His address meant only for the Colonel*, "I to have the same sentimentalism. And indeed we must do everything to protect against that unforeseen event."

"That we must do Teal'c*. In fact I do believe this is exactly what we've achieved here."

"It is a very good feeling O'Neill*."

"I know Teal'c*. I know."

They continued quietly for a while. Lounge lizards up on the Patio in the early evening sundown. Taking it easy. Lounging, relaxing and basking.

"O'Neill*, perhaps the land coast will now be clear."

"Yeah I was thinking along those lines, time to go. What do you say we make tracks.

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