A/N: After almost two years, I'm finally digging this out of my computer archives. I'm actually back in one country for an extended period of time. I refuse to leave anything unfinished. According to my notes, there are 11 more segments after this. We'll see how it goes.
"DanielJackson."
Daniel jumped at the sound of the voice in his doorway. His head rushed up and met the shelf above him, his arm swung out and sent a pile of papers scattering in every direction, and a flailing leg struck the light on his desk. The room plunged into darkness when the light shattered on the concrete floor. Teal'c remained expressionless as he flipped the switch on the wall. The room filled with light to reveal Daniel standing on top of a table.
"Jeez Teal'c, are you trying to kill me?" Daniel asked, rummaging around in the shelf above him.
"I am not the one standing on a table. May I ask what you hope to accomplish?"
"I'm looking for my coffee mug."
Teal'c looked around the room. There were coffee mugs on every available surface. While that wasn't many considering the piles of books and artefacts, it was enough to make Daniel's search seem unnecessary. Teal'c picked up the mug closest to him. "Will this suffice?"
Daniel glanced at it briefly before dismissing it. He jumped off the table and went on his knees under the desk. "No, that's not it. Ah! Now how did it get under there?" Daniel held up a mug that looked identical to the one Teal'c was holding.
"I fail to see the significance in that particular mug. It is identical to this one. Do they not both serve the same purpose?"
"That's not the point, Teal'c. This is my mug. It's my favourite. I can't finish this translation without it. It would have taken me months to make the Stargate work without this mug." Daniel's stomach chose that moment to protest loudly and he headed towards the coffee machine.
Teal'c resisted the urge to roll his eyes in an un-Jaffa-like way. "Should you not eat something?"
"I am eating. All I need is coffee. Coffee has saved this planet more times than I can remember. Coffee is all-powerful. Coffee is life. Coffee is the 6th food group."
"MajorCarter believes chocolate to be the 6th food group." Teal'c watched Daniel inhale his first cup and pour himself a second before returning to his desk. "It is. The same one as coffee."
"Which one is that?"
"The highly-addictive-but-still-legal group. Can't live without it."
"MajorCarter, are you alright?" Teal'c asked as Sam stormed past him to the elevator. "No," she answered shortly, sliding her card through the reader with unnecessary force. "Son of a bitch…over-ridding me…what the hell does he know about how the dialling program works. Sits in a damn office all day and he thinks he knows more about the program I wrote," she muttered and stabbed the button for the surface.
Teal'c took in her fatigue pants and regulation black tee-shirt. "MajorCarter, what are your intentions?"
"I'm going for a ride. I need to clear my head."
"I see. Do you not have appropriate attire for that activity?"
Sam nodded curtly, tapping her fingers impatiently against her thigh. "My leathers. Frankly, I don't really care at the moment. I just have to get out of this mountain and breathe air that hasn't been run through a dozen different pipes. God, how can a military elevator be so damn slow?"
The elevator chose that moment to make an appearance. Barely letting the doors open, Sam slid past them to slam into the corner and scowl at the wall. Teal'c pushed the appropriate floor button before assuming his standard elevator stance. He was acutely aware of the major fuming beside him. He was just about to comment again on her intentions when the elevator jerked to a stop, allowing Doctor Fraiser access.
Janet took in the situation with a quick glance before positioning herself next to Sam. It wasn't at all hard to tell that the major was less than happy.
"I take it you've met that new guy the Pentagon sent over," Janet commented. Sam shifted her glance from the wall long enough to nod an affirmative before muttering something unintelligible under her breath.
"Going for a ride then?"
Sam nodded again. "Dressed like that?" Janet pushed.
Muscles tensing in expectation of the inevitable lecture, Sam answered with a growled "yes, I am". Teal'c watched the exchange with interest, hoping the doctor would give him some insight on the major's uncharacteristically reckless behaviour. Instead she shrugged and turned to face the opening door.
"Just do me a favour Sam. Wear the helmet, and keep it at ten above the limit. Don't make me tell you what I'll do if you come back here in pieces."
Teal'c followed the doctor out the door. "Janet? Thanks," came Sam's voice, and she flashed her friend a quick smile before the doors slid closed. Teal'c looked at Janet in puzzlement.
"DoctorFraiser, what was MajorCarter thanking you for?"
"Besides not giving her a lecture about motorcycle safety?" Janet smiled slightly and shook her head. "For understanding, Teal'c. For letting her go. Because sometimes, all you can do is let everything go. Don't worry, she'll be fine. Just a little pent-up aggression to let go of."