Sam is sick, really sick with a nasty flu or something along those lines. The team decide to rally around her and take care of her in her home. This is a, hopefully, funny and fluffy one-shot. If you want Hemingway, this is not for you. If you enjoy Teal'c's awkwardness: Welcome home.
Teal'c had brought all the Star Wars movies on the first day, stating,
"MajorCarter will find them most appropriate for leisure, when she starts recovering from her illness. I also brought some chicken soup for her to consume. DanielJackson has informed me that it is customary to offer people suffering from ailments this particular dish."
Daniel had proceeded to tell Jack that the always good-hearted, but at times woefully uninformed, Jaffa had now started offering chicken soup to anyone showing signs of poor health.
"Today, on our way here, Teal'c offered to make and deliver chicken soup to a man walking down the street."
Jack cocked an eyebrow, urging an explanation from the young archeaologist with a rotating hand motion.
"He was on crutches," Daniel clarified with a deep sigh. "Broken leg."
Getting off the couch, Jack chuckled and patted Teal'c on the shoulder as he passed.
"Way to go on the "blending in to human society"-thing, big guy."