A/N: And we're back to a proper drabble. I apologize, btw. I'm apparently touched as well.


Todd watched through the bars as John Shepperd led Colonel Carter and the other human - he believed they'd called him 'General O'Neill' - from the cell. The corners of his mouth curved into a small, satisfied smile. The interrogation had gone rather well. He'd told them nothing and they remained uncertain what to do with him. Which was better than the alternatives….

As they followed Shepherd from the room, O'Neill's hand rested briefly on Carter's hip, guiding her through the door ahead of him. Todd's eyes narrowed.

He wasn't sure why, but for some reason he really didn't like that man.