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"Carter, pardon my french but what the fuck is going on?" Jack asked.
Waking up while standing on his feet on a space ship was not one of Jack's favorite ways to wake up. Of no help was the fact that he was barefoot and the deck was cold.
"Well... see, the Asgard..."
Jack held up a hand. "Enough said." He looked down at the t-shirt and sleep pants he had worn to bed. He figured he should be grateful he hadn't been taken from a shower. "They couldn't wait until I got up and had coffee or something?"
"It was something of an emergency?" Sam winced.
Jack sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It better be," he said. "And what do I have to do to get some shoes? Or socks. Socks would be good."
"Let me see what I can do," Sam replied. "In the meantime, they have an Ancient device they want you to look at."
"That is an emergency?" Jack growled.
"Well, Thor thinks it might explode at some point and was hoping you could turn it off," Sam said.
"How big of an explosion are we talking?" Jack asked, eyes narrowing.
"Big. Really big. Like, take out a sun big," Sam admitted.
"Well, I guess that's a reasonably good excuse," Jack replied. "Take me to it."
"Right this way..."
"Although a bathroom might be nice," Jack admitted. "Just saying..." He frowned. "Oh my god! Do Asgard ships even have bathrooms?"
"There's one right down here," Sam grinned. "Thor did learn that from the last time he kidnapped us."