Somewhere in his service records, Jack supposed, was an accounting of exactly how many times he'd gone through the Stargate: he'd had to write AARs after damn near every mission for the last fifteen years, after all, and some JG in the Pentagon had had to scan the early ones and correct all the typos in the newer ones.
Probably over five hundred times, he figured, tapping his fingers restlessly on his P-90 as he waited for Daniel to come hustling through the Gateroom door, while Carter, Mitchell, and Teal'c ran the standard pre-mission checklist.
"Hey Carter--" Jack started to ask, without looking away from the Gate.
"Nine hundred and twenty-three times, sir," said Sam, without looking up from her tablet, "so long as you don't count the timey-wimey ones."
SG-1, Record-Keeping
Probably over five hundred times, he figured, tapping his fingers restlessly on his P-90 as he waited for Daniel to come hustling through the Gateroom door, while Carter, Mitchell, and Teal'c ran the standard pre-mission checklist.
"Hey Carter--" Jack started to ask, without looking away from the Gate.
"Nine hundred and twenty-three times, sir," said Sam, without looking up from her tablet, "so long as you don't count the timey-wimey ones."
... Huh.
"Thanks, Carter."
"No problem, sir."