AN: Fairly self-explanatory. Enjoy!


One, two, three, repeat.
Kel, nor, reem, repeat.
One, two, three, repeat.

Why can't he slip into that slumber-like state? There's a nagging thought, tickling the back of his mind, something happening.

Kel, nor, reem, repeat.

There is a sound from outside the door, someone speaking.

Why they do not come in, he does not know.

One, two, three, repeat.

Could it have been an unwritten mission report? No, PX7-656 was complete.

Kel, nor, reem, repeat.

He sighs in defeat. His body will not rest until his mind is calm.

He opens the door and hears from one, "We didn't know when, so we made one up."

Happy Birthday Teal'c!


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