"Cupcake"
None of us own Stargate
Here is a little one shot to get me back on my feet. I had this one sitting around and thought I'd throw it up there. Happy New Year!
"I look like a cupcake."
"Well Daniel, maybe one day you will learn not to introduce yourself as 'the brain' of the group." Jack replied with a smug smirk. "After all, that position goes to Carter."
"Not like I fared much better here, Sir." Sam grumbled as she tried to adjust the bustle on the back of her loaner dress. Her discomfort was obvious.
"Oh I don't know, Carter. This may be even more becoming that that Shove-a-Guy number you wound up in back in the day." His smugness was growing more substantial.
"Shavadai." Daniel corrected, not missing the daggers still flying across the room at the Colonel from Carter's corner.
Jack was pretending not to see them and simply replied, "Whatever you say, Cupcake."
Feeling the need to fortify the peace, Teal'c interjected. "I believe there is little comfort to be found for anyone in this 'attire'." The world itself seemed distasteful to him. Of course the feathered cap he had been provided to disguise his golden mark was far from Teal'c-couture. One large plume bowed before his face yet again and he blew it away in the most masculine way possible for anyone wearing what looked like a dead peacock on his head.
A loud horn bellowed outside in the town square.
"Alright, Daniel, throw me mine." Jack said. "We are being…summoned."
Daniel reached down into the trunk that had been provided and rustled through what was left in the men's department. A grin of retribution crossed his face as he threw a leotard looking ensemble at his friend. "Hurry up, Peter Pan." The grin remained on his face as he, followed by a pleased looking Sam left the room. Teal'c gave a stoic bow, raised an eyebrow and just the hint of a curl crossed his lips as he too followed out for the Colonel to receive his just desserts.