Tuesdays and the Women's Rec Room

Summary: Jack accidentally eavesdrops on a certain Colonel.

Disclaimers: I don't own any of it. If I did Sam and Jack would so be together

Jack O'Neill wandered aimlessly through the various corridors of the SGC, with nothing better to do since he had crashed his computer for the third time this week. He had thought briefly about calling the computer maintenance guys, but had decided that having no computer was a good excuse for not working behind a desk.

Besides, it was Tuesday. Jack hated Tuesdays; they meant paperwork, bad food and then politics. Jack groaned loudly as he thought about the upcoming trade negotiations with the Rithomians, an advanced culture who had no problem sharing, unlike the Tollan.

'Uh, Tollans', Jack thought to himself. Just thinking about the Tollan put him in a bad mood. He hadn't talked to them in years. It was kinda hard to talk to people who were dead, but hey, if Danny-boy could do it.

He had never really liked the Tollan, but that was only because of their technology hoarding and had nothing to do with Carter making out with that guy, Narim. 'Yeah right, even I don't buy that,' Jack thought to himself.

Pulling himself out of his daydream, Jack looked around. He found himself in front of the newly formed 'Women's Rec Room'. The whole concept had been Carters idea. She had shown up in his office one day and told him to sign something, before shoving a piece of paper in his face. So of course, he had signed it and this room had been the result.

Shaking his head, Jack made a move to leave, but a familiar voice coming from inside the rec room caught his attention. "No way, George Clooney is ok looking but he's not that hot," Cassie Fraiser exclaimed loudly. 'Wonder why she's here' Jack thought to himself. ' Oh, that's right, she's on vacation and is visiting Carter. Again, Jack turned to leave, before his 2IC's voice caused him to freeze mid-step.

"Your crazy, Cas, George Clooney is so sexy," Samantha Carter argued. 'Did Carter just say sexy' Jack wondered briefly, before turning his attention back to what sounded like a very interesting conversation.

"Sam," Cassie exclaimed, "How can you say that? He's, well,... old!" Sam laughed at Cassie's whispered statement of disbelief, "Cassie, come on, that's like saying Tom Cruise is ugly just because he's in his forties." Cassie snorted in disbelief "That's different. Tom Cruise is in great shape and he doesn't have gray hair."

Outside the Rec. Room, Jack unconsciously leaned closer to the slightly opened door, waiting for Carter to respond.

"Cassie, sometimes gray hair is sexy, especially on people like George Clooney." Sam reasoned around a mouthful of popcorn. Cassie laughed in spite of herself " Sam, you have a weird taste in guys" Cassie paused, then started talking excitedly. "Maybe you don't have a weird taste in guys. Maybe you think one guy in particular is sexy and the type of guys you like is changing accordingly."

There was a long pause, filled only with the sound of Sam shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Sam"

"Yes"

"Do you think a certain gray haired Brig. Gen is sexy?"

" I plead the Fifth"

"Sam, come on just say yes or no and I'll stop bugging you"

Outside the room, Jack pressed his ear even closer to the slightly opened door, unconsciously holding his breath as he waited for his 2IC to work up th courage to answer Cassie.

Sighing loudly, Sam rolled her eyes. There was no way Cassie was going to let this go; she was better off to just tell Cass the truth and then threaten to shot her if she told anyone. Taking a deep breath, Sam squeezed her eyes shut and then softly answered, "Yes, okay, now stop bugging me. And I swear to god, if you tell anyone about this conversation I will shot you"

Laughing at Sam's confession, Cassie nodded, silently agreeing to never tell anyone anything about this whole conversation. After Sam had finished threatening her, and Cassie had stopped giggling, they both went back to watching the movie.

Outside the Women's Rec Room, Brigadier General Jack O'Niell, leaned back from his position of almost being pressed up against the door. Smiling to himself and ignoring the strange looks some of the airmen gave him, he headed toward the elevator that would take him to sub level 28. Maybe Tuesdays weren't so bad after all.

TBC