This is just a silly little ficlet I wrote in IM to smittywing.
Sam was concentrating so hard on getting down the hall without getting caught, she didn't notice Daniel walking around the corner until she ran headfirst into him.
"Sam?" Daniel took a step back, adjusted his glasses, and looked at her.
"Yes, Daniel?" Sam turned and tried to pretend that there was nothing odd about her wandering around the Mountain at zero dark thirty, which come to think of it, actually wasn't that unusual.
"Whatcha doing?" Sam knew Daniel was up to something form the smirk on his face.
"Just heading to the lab to review some things before our meeting." Sam was rather proud of how quickly she thought of a reason -- they hadn't made her a Lt. Colonel for nothing.
"Really? Huh. Weren't you wearing those BDU's yesterday? Run out of clean laundry?" Daniel's eyebrows raised a bit as he questioned her.
Sam could have just agreed and gone on her merry way, but she just couldn't resist the opportunity to needle back at Daniel. "How do you know what BDU's I was wearing yesterday? Is there something you want to tell me Daniel?"
"Well, I did spill ink on your pants, so unless you did it again or have multiple pairs of stained BDU's, those are the ones you were wearing yesterday."
"I was in a hurry." Even Sam knew how lame that sounded, but she had started digging the hole, she might as well finish it off.
"Right. In a hurry from where? Unless you've moved in the last day, your room is the other way." Daniel looked pointedly down the hall.
"I forgot something; I was just turning around to go get it – why are you so interested in my whereabouts Daniel? What are you doing up at this hour?"
"I'm doing a consult call with SG-12 from PX3-432, speaking of, I have to get going." Daniel started walking down the hall towards the control room.
"Right! Well have fun!" Of course he had a legitimate reason for wandering around.
Sam turned and walked down the hall - she knew Daniel suspected something, but she didn't think he really knew. She was almost to the end of the hall when she heard Daniel say her name.
"Oh, and Sam?"
"Yes?"
"Nice ink on your sleeve."
Daniel walked away and Sam looked down at her sleeve. Cam's sleeve. When Daniel had spilled the ink, Cam had grabbed the well with his sleeve and none of it had gotten on Sam's shirt.
Well, Daniel might know, but he wouldn't tell. Or Sam would just have to share that picture of him passed out drunk in Teal'c lap with a moustache drawn on his face -- with everyone on the Cheyenne Mountain server.