A/N: this is a different kind of humor than I usually do with SG-1, so bare with me… I promise to make it fun and exciting… maybe a little OOC, but I'll do my best to keep their personalities in tact… maybe… =) Intrigued? Good. READ ON!

Set somewhere in season 8… with added Vala, cause let's face it, she's a TRIP! Sorry, NO Cam.

"Can you believe that everyone actually agreed to this," Vala grinned excitedly as she skipped around Sam Carter. Sam felt dizzy, and looked away from Vala.

"Yes, it is kind of a miracle," she agreed.

It was the first time that everyone agreed to take time off from work, and go camping, if they all made it out, which seemed unlikely, they would be together for a whole weekend, without the talk of work.

When Sam had mentioned this to Jack, he had readily agreed, eager for a fishing trip, he had been begging Sam to go with him for years, but work had always reared its ugly head.

"We won't be going anywhere!" Jack announced standing in the doorway of Sam's quarters.

Sam's heart sank. She should have known something like this would happen. "Who is attacking earth this time?" she asked not bothering to hide her disappointment. She was hoping secretly to get some "quality time" with Jack, to get to know him a little more, out of uniform… (Oh come on FF readers, you were ALL thinking it)

Jack shook his head. "No one," he stated. "I just can't get everything done… there isn't enough time in the day."

Sam rolled her eyes.

"Here, let me do that," Vala offered taking his duffel bag. "I'll do the laundry."

Jack frowned. "You ever done laundry before?"

Vala shook her head. "You can do it… how hard could it be, darling?" she teased with an added wink.

Sam snorted with a laugh, and Jack frowned at her. "Sorry, Sir," she muttered. He always found a way to get out of the mundane responsibilities. As far as the SGC went, he was always up to the task, but when it came to domestic chores, he was like a teenager, running anywhere but where the chores lay waiting to be done. Jack had gotten out of it – again.

"Yes, well… thanks," he mumbled to Vala.

Jack walked out leaving Sam to finish packing her own duffel bag, and Vala went off to sort out the laundry. "Want me to wash your clothes, too?" Vala offered backtracking.

"No," Sam declined. "Thanks. I got mine."

Vala nodded and wondered off.

It took Vala, a good twenty minutes to make the machine work. She pounded it a few times before it finally gave in and started rumbling. Vala nodded, pleased with herself. It wasn't so hard, once she got the hang of it.

When the load of Jack's clothes was done, she opened the lid, a smile of accomplishment plastered across her face. She had done human work, without help, and it felt good. As she pulled the clothes out, she frowned. Were they supposed to look like that?

"Uh oh," she said aloud. Nope, definitely weren't supposed to look like that.

Her mind whirled with the possibilities of ways Jack O'Neill was going to kill her, the most affective being stunned with a Jaffa weapon. She imagined her body disappearing into dust. The image was not comforting. Eventually, she decided not to tell him, and threw all of the tattered, ripped and powder blue clothes into the disposal by the washing machine.

He could always go commando… Vala was sure Sam would love that.

"You done yet?" Daniel asked poking his head into the room.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Come on, then. Jack's ready to go."

"Coming darling," she skipped.

Daniel rolled his eyes, as they two of them walked out, the empty duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

A little honesty here… this was a challenge given to me by Tootapanga1 a while ago, that I wrote down but never worked on, with a bunch of tasks and items that needed to be included. So when I found it hidden in a drawer and looked over it, I smiled at the prospect of another FUN-loving FF…

Just imagine how much fun this is going to be… Jack has NO clothes!

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