Author's Note – this is just a really quick piece that popped into my head this afternoon while I was supposed to be working. Apologies to anyone who's waiting for me to update 'Go Forth Young Man', I promise I'm still on that one but the current chapter is proving … unco-operative.

Disclaimer – None of them are mine. And I'm also really, really sorry if the references to flatulence offend anyone.

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'Teal'c, do you mind if I share your tent tonight?'

The big Jaffa inclined his head in consent. 'You know you are always most welcome, Major Carter.'

Daniel pulled away from his contemplation of the symbol covered wall, 'Hey, no fair! I'm not sharing a tent with Jack, he snores and he …' struggling for a euphemism ' … he … breaks wind.'

'So? And what's wrong with that? It's a perfectly normal bodily function and the sign of a healthy digestive tract!' Jack wasn't particularly offended by Daniel's comments but he was vaguely hurt by Sam's obvious reluctance to continue sharing a tent with him.

Sam rolled her eyes, 'Sir, I think the relevant word there is 'healthy' and I'm not sure that the fruit loops, beer and pizza diet is exactly doing your digestive tract any favours at this point.' She looked over at Daniel, who nodded his confirmation. 'I'm getting concerned that maybe I should mention it to Janet next time I'm in the Infirmary.'

Jack's hackles rose and he fought to keep his voice from rising, 'Before you guys get too carried away, I can guarantee you'd like me a whole hell of a lot less if that little … witch … put me on a high fibre diet.'

'Okay, Sir, but could we at least dispense with the regular analysis because, I'm telling you now, if I ever have an opinion on your bodily gases, trust me, you are not going to want to hear about it.'

'Yeah, that goes for me too, Jack.' Daniel didn't want Jack thinking that just because Sam didn't like it meant it was suddenly a 'guy thing'.

'Fine!' Jack glared at Teal'c 'Anybody else have a reason they can't share a tent with me?'

'I find your habit of encroaching on others' personal space while you are sleeping …' Teal'c paused, possibly considering exactly how to phrase the next word, possibly for dramatic effect. It was hard to tell. ' … disconcerting, O'Neill.'

'What?'

'He means you're a snuggler, Jack.'

'I can live with the snuggling, Sir.' Jack smirked at Daniel, who turned back to his wall and tried to turn the laugh into a cough. 'It's the talking in your sleep that bothers me.'

Jack rocked back on his heels, genuinely shocked. 'They're nightmares, Carter, have a little compassion whydon'cha?

'Ah, Sir, I don't really know how to break this to you but most of those 'nightmares'', Sam took both hands off her P90 to signal the parentheses, 'involve phrases like 'Oh yeah, Baby, just like that!' and 'Why don't you show Jack where it hurts so he can make it sooooo much better.''

Daniel snorted, 'Yeah, my own personal favourite was 'Ten minutes till I'm in heaven, Angel!' You musta heard that one at some point, hey Teal'c?'

'I have not, DanielJackson.'

Jack shot a triumphant look at Daniel.

'However, O'Neill, I believe I have heard you say 'I'm not getting any younger here, Sam, so why don't you slide yourself over here and make an old man very happy?'

For a moment Jack thought the ground had opened up beneath him, then he realised he just wished it had because, for the first time in more years than he'd care to remember, he was blushing.

He scuffed the toe of his boot in the dust and turned to pretend all-consuming interest in a small flowering shrub a couple of feet away from the rest of the team.

'Just out of interest, was he doing the snuggling thing when he said this?' Daniel enquired lightly, keeping an eye on Jack while he said it. Jack's head shot up but he didn't turn back towards them.

Teal'c considered for a long moment. 'Indeed, I believe he was.'