"Daniel, I forgot my soap again. Gimme yours," Jack said holding out his hand.
"Well, lucky for the non-military contingent of this mission then."
Jack screwed up his face. "What!?"
"Sams got it."
"Oh." Oh...
"Thanks Daniel," Sam said as she came up behind them, soap in hand.
"Oh, just give it to Jack."
"Here you go Sir," she said, giving him a big smile.
Jacks eyes moved from Daniel...to Carter...to the glistening object in her hand, his mind trying to block out all the places that wet bar of soap had so recently been. Lucky bastard...