The Games People Play – Like Pick Up Sticks

Spacegypsy1

Synopsis: Team fic. Doesn't make a lick of sense. Drabble, drabble, drabble.

"Teal'c's asleep."

"So?"

"So when do you ever see him sleeping?" Turning from his perusal of Teal'c, Cam frowned at Daniel.

"Lots of times."

"Alright, Jackson, name one."

"Well…" Daniel looked at Sam for help.

She shrugged. "You think he's sick?"

"Noooo. He's sleeping." Handing over his recently roasted confections to Vala, Daniel prepared another set, hoping he'd actually get to eat them this time.

"Man, that's just weird."

"I've seen Muscles sleeping." Vala took the three marshmallows, burned to a crisp, from Daniel and shoved the whole wad in her mouth. "Owce on Peef …" The rest of her statement was so mumbled no one could understand her.

Daniel's mouth made a straight line, his eyes opened wide and he stared at her. Mitchell shook his head as if a bee buzzed his hair and crammed six marshmallows on his stick.

Sam licked her fingers. "Really?"

Smacking her lips and raking in creamy residue with her teeth, followed by a tsk as she sucked her tongue, Vala nodded. Daniel looked away.

Stick held out, aflame with burning marshmallows, Mitchell turned to study the Jaffa. "That's just weird."

"Not really, Cameron. He didn't get home until about an hour before this mission."

"Where'd he go?" Cam took the goodies off his stick with his mouth.

Looking longingly at Daniel's marshmallows, Vala replied casually, "Off world."

With a barely perceptible sigh, Daniel handed over the loot, but this time he kept one for himself. "Ry'ac's at a summit, why'd he go off world?"

"Thank you, darling. To visit Istha."

"Ishta? He just visited her three days ago."

"I know." Vala's tongue worked hard at a lump of yummy marshmallow on the side of her lip - to Daniel's distress.

"And about four days before that." Tossing the extra bag of white puffs across the fire to Daniel, Sam held her stick high above the flames.

Vala used four fingers waving backwards to indicate 'give me more'. "Yes. So he's tired. Daniel, hurry up!"

With a delightfully evil grin, Daniel popped an uncooked treat in his mouth.

"Yeah! More like worn out. Here, give me that, you'll never get them roasted!" Cam snatched Sam's overcrowded cooker.

"Cam!" Sam threw a handful of un-roasted marshmallows at the Colonel.

"Hey, don't waste the food. It's all we have."

"Not my fault. You lost the groceries, not me. If it wasn't for Vala's marshmallows, we'd starve."

"Yeah, well, you broke the DHD."

"It's not broken. I'll have it fixed first light. Besides, you broke Daniel's finger."

"Ah, Samantha, that was me." With a pitiful pout, Vala looked at Daniel, who held up said finger, wrapped with a stick and some tape.

Cam picked up the marshmallows, blew off the ashes, and stuck them on his stick. "Yeah. And Jackson broke…"

"Hey, wait! I did not break Vala's giraffe!"

"You almost tore his little head off!" She procured Daniel's marshmallow flaming stick by threatening the injured digit.

"You broke my finger trying to snatch him out of my hands!" In a moment of bravado, Daniel ripped the torch of melting goo from Vala's fingers.

Leaping like a devilish dark projectile, Vala slammed into him, sending the torch out into the gloomy night and knocking Daniel flat out on the ground.

"Umph!" Recovering from the assault, Daniel rolled taking Vala under him.

"Jackson. You need to get a few pointers from Teal'c in the lady handling department."

Teal'c came up from a prone position to sitting in an instant. "Be quiet! ColonelCarter will have the DHD repaired tomorrow and we can all go home. I am attempting to sleep. And ColonelMitchell?"

"Yeah?"

"Tomorrow we will have a private conversation."

"Ah…sure." Cam tossed his stick into the fire and groaned.

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