With a stolen bed comes consequences and a disgruntled archaeologist is one of them. Maybe this will be a lesson to go back to your own room instead of sneaking into his.

"Jack. A general," Daniel couldn't help sounding extremely skeptical. It wasn't that Jack didn't make a good Colonel. Not that he had much experience with other Colonels in general, other than Makepeace, but he thought Jack did a good job most of the time, if a bit unorthodox in how he acted. But General... when Daniel thought of a General, he instantly thought of Hammond or West, one strict but fatherly once you got behind the hard ass exterior, intelligent and keen, the other, completely humorless, dull and short sighted, only able to see the immediate threat in a wonderful piece of technology rather than the big picture.

Thank God for Hammond.

But Jack was not someone Daniel thought of as a general. Actually, the thought of him commanding an entire base, having that much power, was a little bit scary. What was his first order of business? Mandatory Simpsons showings in the cafeteria, nothing else allowed, the entire base required to attend. Daniel tried to imagine Jack sitting at a desk. He couldn't do it. Jack would never be happy anywhere but the field.

"I can't believe he accepted the job." Daniel said to the ceiling. The ceiling didn't have much to say when it came to setting things straight. At least he hadn't been killed on a mission. Or wouldn't be. This looked promising though. Jack didn't get discharged and he'd taken a promotion. He'd only do that if they'd found their two missing. It came unbidden to his mouth, a tiny little smile in the darkness.