Author's Note: Here we go! Another Campers! story. This one will be interesting – remember, by the way, that this is an AU, so if things aren't exactly the way they are in the TV show, you can't complain, because they're never the same as they are in the TV show! (For a timeline, this story takes place in mid November – a you will soon see.)
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1, or any of the characters that appear on the show. I do own all the other people that are going to be making an appearance – and there will be a lot, so let's hope it doesn't get too tangled!
Just so you all know, I might be slow in updating the next couple of days, my schedule is packed - but I'll do my best
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"Jack!"
O'Neill turned at the sound of his name, and waited for Daniel to catch up to him. The archeologist trotted up, carrying a stack of papers in his hand.
"What are you and Sam doing for Thanksgiving?"
"What day is that?"
Daniel rolled his eyes.
"Thursday."
"This Thursday?"
"Next Thursday."
"Thanksgiving is next Thursday? Wow... I should make some plans or something..."
Daniel silently wondered how many paper cuts he could give Jack if he threw the stack of papers he was carrying at him.
"Good idea," he said, drolly. "What are you planning?"
Jack smiled; he was always pleased when he could annoy Daniel. It just made his day complete. And it was still morning!
"I'm not sure, Daniel." Jack actually wasn't making any plans; he was just doing whatever Sam wanted him to do. "I think we're going to have quite a house of people – Shawn and his folks are coming over, and if River and Ian don't go home for the holidays, they'll probably come, too. Teal'c, of course, Fraiser and Cassie might come if Bregman is still out of town doing that thing on the President getting ready to leave office, and aren't you and Sally invited already?"
"No." Daniel said. Then he paused, thinking about it. "Maybe Sam invited Sally and she didn't mention it to me..."
"Or maybe she did and you weren't paying attention..."
"Or maybe she did and I wasn't... did you say something?"
It was Jack's turn to roll his eyes, and Daniel's turn to grin. That'd teach him. Well, no, it probably wouldn't, but it was still fun.
"Did you have other plans?" Jack asked.
"No..."
"So I can tell Sam you're going to be there?"
"As far as I –"
"Going to be where?"
They both looked over and saw Sam walking up to them, Jaffer walking next to her. The black lab wagged his tail and went over to get some serious loving from Jack, who was more than willing to comply. As he knelt and scratched his baby's sides, O'Neill smiled up at Sam.
"Daniel and Sally are invited to Thanksgiving dinner, right?"
She nodded.
"Sally and I discussed it a month ago."
"There ya go," Jack said, making a 'there you have it' gesture towards Daniel. "You were invited a month ago."
Sam smiled, and started to say something, when they were interrupted once more, this time by General Hammond, who along with Teal'c was just exiting the elevator Jack had been heading for. He smiled when he saw them.
"Ah, you're all here. Good."
"Here we are..." Jack said, standing up.
"We're about to have some very important visitors." Hammond told them. "You might want-"
"Important?" Daniel asked, curiously. "How important?"
"President-elect Hayes is coming by for a surprise inspection of the base. I'm told he was just informed of the existence of the program, and now that he knows about it, he's going to come and see what goes on around here."
"Well... that'll be nice," Jack said, uncertainly. He hadn't actually voted for Hayes – not because of Hayes himself, who was apparently a long time acquaintance of Hammond's, and therefore couldn't be all that bad – but because the man had a shitty idea of who to hang out with, and Jack would rather have called Teal'c's mother a bad name in front of him than cast a vote for Robert Kinsey, former senator and all around piece of shit human being.
"He's coming today, Sir?" Sam asked.
"He'll be here any time," Hammond confirmed.
"Is he coming alone?"
Hammond shook his head, knowing that Jack wasn't going to like what he said next. For that matter, Hammond wasn't all that happy to be saying it.
"Vice President-elect Kinsey will be coming as well."
"Well... joy..."
"It won't be for long, Colonel," Hammond said. "And I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Isn't there some planet that needs reconnoitering, General? I'll take anything right now – volcanic planet, ice planet, I'll even go check out that Hell planet."
"We destroyed that, Jack," Daniel said.
"I could take a ship and go make sure..."
"Colonel, just keep your mouth shut and behave yourself," Hammond told him. He couldn't be angry, really. He knew how Jack felt about the man, after all – and it was how Hammond felt, too – but there were times when you just had to do things you'd rather not do, and this was one of them.
Jack sighed.
"Yes, Sir."
"Should we go change?" Sam asked, looking down at herself. She and Jack weren't in dress uniforms; they were wearing BDUs, which were far more comfortable.
"I –"
"General Hammond to Checkpoint Beta... repeat, General Hammond, please report to Checkpoint Beta..."
"Too late," Hammond said, shrugging. "They're here. Let's go say hello, shall we?"
Wondering what he'd done to have his day go from such a good one to such a lousy one in less than ten minutes, Jack sighed and followed Hammond and the others back to the elevator. This wasn't going to be fun. Not at all.