Trying The Impossible

By Edna Phillips

Summary: Someone becomes accident prone, but why?

Category: Humor

Season: Any up to season 5

Rating: AP

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters belong to MGM/UA, Showtime/Viacom, SCI-FI Channel, Gekko, Double Secret Productions etc. and all the powers that be, not me. No copyright infringement intended. This story is written for fan entertainment only and no money has exchanged hands. The story is the property of the author and may not be posted anywhere without the authors consent.

Author’s note: Written as a word challenge for ‘Funny Bone’

 

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“What on earth is he up too?”  Daniel asked Major Carter when he looked through the window overlooking the Gate Room and saw Colonel O’Neill jumping up and down on the stargate ramp as Teal’c stood watching him.

“I’ve absolutely no idea,” she answered as he stopped jumping and begun waving his arms around instead.

“He’s been carrying on like that for half an hour,” she added shaking her head. 

“Why don’t you go down and see what he’s up too?  Ask him,” Daniel told her grinning.

“Are you joking?” she muttered.  “Ask him?  When he’s got ‘that’ look on his face.”

“What look?”  Daniel asked his nose as near to the glass as possible.

“You know what look,” she answered.  “That look that says, ‘don’t ask.  Not if you want a sensible answer that is.”

“Now what’s he doing?” he asked as Colonel O’Neill began pulling faces.

“I’m not sure which is worst,” Major Carter moaned.  “His waving his arms around as if directing traffic, or pulling faces.  What on earth are they talking about?”

“You could always ask Teal’c when he comes out of there,” Daniel offered.

“I could, but I’m not going too,” she answered walking away.

“Why not?”  Daniel asked looking back into the Gate Room. 

“Because,” she answered.  “Because Teal’c looks as mystified as we are.”

“How can you tell?”  Daniel asked, peering at their two team mates.

“By his expression,” she answered dropping her empty coffee cup into a bin. 

“What expression?”  Daniel asked.  “Teal’c doesn’t have any expressions.  Well maybe one.  The inscrutable one, where his face just sort of stands there doing nothing.”

“For your information he has two expressions,” Major Carter told him as she headed for the door.  “Two when it comes to Colonel O’Neill that is.  One says ‘This human is totally insane’ and the other says ‘If I ignore him he may go away.  At the moment he’s wearing his ‘If I ignore him he may go away,’ face.”

“Do I have an expression just for Jack?”  Daniel asked in amusement.

“Oh yes,” she answered.  “Yours is a ‘What did I do to deserve this,’ expression.”

 

Briefing Room – 1 hour later

 

“That means you’ve two days rest until your next mission,” General Hammond told SG1 as they sat around the briefing room table.  “Um Colonel,” he added watching him as he rubbed his shoulder.  “I couldn’t help noticing you keep rubbing your shoulder.  Anything wrong?” he asked.

“I think I’ve strained it,” Colonel O’Neill answered rubbing his shoulder again.  “Hurts like crazy.”

“When did you do that?”  General Hammond asked as the others looked towards O’Neill.  “I thought Doctor Fraiser passed you fit for your next mission.”

“She did,” he answered.  “It’s nothing serious.  Just a strain.  It happened earlier when I was explaining something to Teal’c.  Got a little over enthusiastic that’s all.”

“Well get yourself down to the infirmary,” General Hammond told him sternly.  “I want you fit for your next mission.  Until then you’re dismissed.”

“Yes Sir,” Colonel O’Neill answered getting to his feet as the General got up.

 

“What?” he asked Major Carter and Daniel as they stood looking at him after General Hammond had left the room.

“Nothing,” they answered together.

 

“They’re hard work sometimes,” he told Teal’c as they walked out of the room.

 

Later

 

“What’s wrong with your eye?”  Major Carter asked O’Neill as he walked towards her holding a tissue over his right eye. 

“Got something in it,” he replied.  “Just off to the infirmary, again,” he muttered giving a backwards glance at Teal’c who came around the corner.

“Be careful you don’t rub your eye and scratch the eyeball,” Major Carter offered with concern.

“Thanks for the advice Major,” he answered as he walked on, “but I doubt there’s much chance of what went into my eye scratching anything.”

“Why is that?” she asked her curiosity getting the better of her, even though she could see he wasn’t in the mood for talking.

“Never mind,” his answered as he disappeared into the infirmary.

“Why won’t it scratch his eyeball?” she asked Teal’c as he walked past.

“I do not think custard scratches,” he answered as he too went into the infirmary.

 

“Custard?”  Daniel asked when she told him.  “You’re sure he said custard?”

“Positive,” she answered. 

“Well I know Jack can sometimes be an enthusiastic eater,” Daniel told her, pulling a face as they walked towards the elevator.  “Especially when he’s eating oatmeal.  Remember when we got stuck in that time loop.  He made me feel sick stuffing oatmeal into his mouth as though he hadn’t eaten for days.  Haven’t been able to face it since.”

“He hadn’t eaten,” Major Carter answered in O’Neill’s defence.  “Well only fruit loops.”

“But custard.  I didn’t know he was that keen on it,” Daniel told her as he pressed the elevator button.

“Well that’s what Teal’c said,” she repeated.  “His exact words were.  I do not think custard scratches.  You know Teal’c; he uses as few words as possible.”

“Did you get around to asking him why Jack was jumping up and down in the Gate Room earlier?”  Daniel asked raising his eyebrows as the elevator doors opened.

“Not me,” she answered.  “I think I’d rather not know.”

 

The Infirmary – the following day

 

“Now you stay still Colonel,” Doctor Fraiser told him as he opened his eyes and found himself lying in one of the infirmary beds.

“What happened?” he asked trying to sit up.

“You crashed into the boxes in the equipment room,” Teal’c told him as he stood by his bed, his right arm in a sling, as Doctor Fraiser shone her pencil torch into O’Neill’s eyes making him flinch.

“Oh yeah I remember now,” O’Neill mumbled as Major Carter, Daniel and General Hammond entered the room.  “For crying out loud Doc.  Do you have to shine that thing in my eyes all the time?” he asked pushing her hand away.  “As if my head doesn’t hurt bad enough as it is.  Can’t you annoy Teal’c instead?  Tidy up his sling or something.  Why pick on me all the time.”

“Well if you will insist on knocking yourself around like this I’m probably going to shine this ‘thing’ in your eyes a lot more,” she answered pushing his hand away and shining the torch once more.  “Here this should help the head,” she told him as she handed him a small medicine cup.  “Go on, all of it,” she added as he pulled a face.  “Fancy crashing into a stack of boxes and bringing them down, not only on yourself but on Teal’c.  His arm is broken you know,” she informed him.  “Honestly you’re worse than a child the amount of injuries you’ve had this week, and I don’t mean from missions.”

“Oh Teal’c’s alright,” O’Neill muttered handing her back the cup.  “Junior will take care of him.  And it wasn’t my fault.  I was just trying to explain something and stopped paying attention for a moment.”

“Want to tell us about it?”  General Hammond asked trying to hide his amusement as O’Neill touched the large, highly coloured bump on his forehead.

“Not really,” O’Neill answered his face red with embarrassment.  “I wasn’t watching where I was going that was all.”

“Well Teal’c’s arm is broken in two places,” Doctor Fraiser told O’Neill as she put up two X-rays and turned the light on so they could be seen.  “Here and here,” she indicated.  

“So that’s why I’ve been getting nowhere,” O’Neill muttered looking at the X-rays.  “If I’d had known that I wouldn’t have bothered,” he told Teal’c.  “Do you realise I’ve hurt myself three times trying to make you laugh?” he added glaring.

“So that’s what you were doing in the Gate Room when you were jumping up and down and waving you arms about,” Major Carter commented a grin on her face.  “You were trying to make Teal’c laugh.”

O’Neill nodded and wished he hadn’t because it made his head hurt.

“And the custard in the eye?”  Daniel asked smiling.

“Custard pie.  I was showing him why a custard pie fight is funny,” O’Neill answered.  “Should have known it was a waste of time.”

“And this?”  General Hammond asked, pointing to the bump on O’Neill’s head.

“I was pretending to balance from one chair to another, messing around like Charlie Chaplin does.  One of the chairs slipped, and I crashed into some boxes.”

“I tried to catch O’Neill as he fell,” Teal’c told them as they tried not to smile at his complete lack of expression.  “The boxes that fell on us contained hammers.”

“Well if I’d seen an X-ray of your arm before, I wouldn’t have bothered to try and make you laugh at all,” O’Neill told Teal’c.

“Why not?”  Major Carter asked, suppressing a laugh.  “Besides the fact that a Jaffa laughing is probably a contradiction in terms.  Why not try?”

“No funny bone,” O’Neill answered pointing to the X-rays.  “A complete waste of time.  Look at the X-rays.  He doesn’t have a funny bone.”

 

THE END