Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter -
Daniel stares at the flashing cursor on his computer screen. Drums his fingers on the desktop.
He's a scholar by trade. Normally, he can write up a full report, complete with footnotes, in ten minutes. Half an hour for longer missions. Now, though, he's having trouble finding the right words.
He thinks for a long moment, and slowly types the rest of the sentence.
- accidentally ingested drinks that contained a fermented local herb.
It was nobody's fault.
The Nevretannae were friendly, effusive, hardworking folks, fresh off a successful harvest. The village feast was in full swing when SG-1 showed up, and naturally, they were invited to join in.
It was nobody's fault that some well-meaning villager handed Sam and Jack cups of what looked - and tasted - like the honeyed berry juice the children were drinking.
The two of them became disoriented.
Daniel didn't notice anything wrong for a while.
As wary as he was of local celebrations at times - there was that one unfortunate incident when he'd confused the words for "bread" and "prostitute" - the food was delicious, the people were friendly, and there was even a little cluster of musicians playing something pleasant and lilting on pipes and zithers.
He really thought this was a good day.
He certainly wasn't prepared to stumble across Sam and Jack hiding in the shadows beside the granary, playing an enthusiastic round of tonsil hockey.
Teal'C and I assisted them in returning to our base camp.
Daniel's initial attempt to pry them apart didn't work. He ended up on the ground, nursing what would be a pretty decent bruise on his tailbone, and Jack and Sam went right back to rounding first base and inching towards second.
It took Teal'C's help to finally drag Sam off Jack's lap, though even then, they weren't happy about it.
Daniel asked one of the elders for cups of water. It seemed to help, at least a little; at least Jack and Sam stopped trying to actively take each other's clothes off. They kept staring at each other, though, and that was almost worse. Almost.
We decided to bring them back to the SGC for observation and treatment.
By the time they got back to the site they'd set up as camp, Sam had passed out, and Jack was only half-conscious.
Teal'C set Sam gently on the ground to pack up the rest of their gear, and Daniel guided a woozy, stumbling Jack over to sit beside her. "Hang tight, Jack. We'll be ready in a minute."
It only took Daniel and Teal'C half the usual time to break down the tents and tuck the rest of their kit into their packs. Luckily, this mission was a short one; they didn't have too much gear. Since half the team was out of commission, that would save them an extra hike.
Daniel zipped up the last pouch on his pack and turned back to where they'd left Sam and Jack. "Okay, guys, we should - oh."
Jack had pulled Sam's limp body into his arms. He was propped up against a boulder, Sam's head resting on his shoulder, and Jack's face was pressed against her hair.
Daniel huffs. Guys. Really?
"Come on, Jack. Let's get you guys home."
Our trip back to the Stargate was uneventful.