`He asked me…` She confessed over breakfast one morning.

`Who asked you?` He replied confused, over an English muffin covered in

strawberry conserve.

`Daniel. He asked me if we were.. you know.` Sam replied, sipping her

coffee.

`He asked about us?` Jack replied, stunned.

`No. Not about us. About him and I. When we were on that planet. He

asked if we had.. you know, a history. It was actually very strange. He`s

never even hinted that he could have felt that way.`

`If that man hadn`t already died this year, I`d kill him.` Jack grated,

gripping his coffee handle with white knuckles.

`Jack!` Sam laughingly protested.

`Well. Maybe not kill him. But I`d seriously injure him. Take away his

coffee or something.`

`For asking such a harmless question?` She asked.

`For daring to even think it.` Her jealous lover replied. Sam grinned and

shook her head. Some days, there was just no arguing with Jack O`Neill.

She`d ring Daniel while Jack was in the shower, and give him the `heads-up`.

Hopefully he still had by now remembered his `dodge-an-angry-Jack` skills.

Otherwise, it could turn out to be an interesting day.



-fin-