Disclaimer: Don't. Own. Stargate. Not mine, just borrowing. They needed some downtime ok?
Author's Note: Written for Jara because I said I would. Dedicated to Nick cos it's his birthday.
In O'Malley's at half past eleven after several beers it had seemed a really good idea. In the cold light of day and nursing an awful headache, Samantha Carter wondered what the hell she'd been on. Or maybe her rat of a commanding officer had spiked her drink.
Whichever it was, she had agreed, for reasons currently beyond her comprehension, to go fishing. Oh it wasn't just that, not only had she agreed to spend time in a leaky wooden boat impaling worms onto hooks, but she'd agreed to do for a week – a week! – in a tent.
She must have been seriously drunk last night.