Eureka

Eureka!

Chapter One: Sweet

Disclaimer: Only my stuff is mine. Crap.

A/N: Remember how I said that "Tripping and Chocolate" was my most retarded story? Well, this one beats it. This fic is absolutely pointless and fluffy. I got the idea in my head and I couldn't get it to go away. So…here it is.

Originally a ONESHOT…but I changed my mind.

Set seventh season-ish. Janet is so not dead.

Please R&R…but no mean ones. LOL.

ENJOY!!

"Carter!" Jack smiled and opened his door wider.

Sam smiled back and stepped into his house, her hands behind her back and a slight mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hi, sir. Anyone else here yet?"

Jack narrowed his eyes in a teasingly suspicious fashion. "Whatcha got there, Carter?"

Her smile grew wider…and guiltier. "Nothing. I'm not late, am I?"

"No…you're not late." Jack leaned around her, trying to see what she was holding. She half turned away from him, blocking his view. "Daniel and Teal'c are already here. We're just waiting on the Doc."

Sam nodded, turning away again. He tried to fake left and actually go right, but Sam was faster. She spun so that her back was facing completely away from him. Unfortunately, this meant that her face was now inches from his own.

They froze. Sam felt her cheeks heating up and she knew that her commanding officer saw. His eyes were still narrowed suspiciously…as though their close proximity didn't faze him at all. On the inside, however, he was screaming. 'She's right there! Just reach out and grab her! Come on…you know you want to.' Jack inwardly shook his head. He would never do that. Not unless…she gave some indication that she wouldn't kick his ass afterwards.

They both knew that they had been standing like this for too long. Sam was so close that she could feel the heat from his body. Biting her lip, she slowly pulled one hand from behind her back and held up her 'gift.'

"Beer!" Jack exclaimed quietly, grinning. Using all of his self control, he took a few steps away from her. Something flashed in her eyes, but it was gone before he could read it. He took the six pack from her hand; a shockwave running through him when his fingers brushed hers.

He frowned again when he saw the guilty smile return to her features with a hand still behind her back. "Carter…" he drew out her name suspiciously.

"Yes, sir?" she tried for innocent. Her hand was still tingling were his fingers had touched her.

"Major…do I have to make it an order?" he teased.

"Maybe." She bounced on her heels and gave him a brilliant smile.

"Insubordination!" he leaned down until his face was inches from hers. He saw her eyes go wide and that pretty blush return. He smiled and, quick as a flash, reached around behind her to grab her wrist. She reacted a second too late.

Sam pulled her arm back as far as her shoulder would let her, trying to pull her other gift out of his reach. He reached for it, but lost his balance before he could snatch it. Trying to steady himself he grabbed Carter's shoulders and took a halting step forward. Before either could stop it, his momentum took Sam down too.

She hit the floor first, a burst of laughter issuing from her throat. He managed to catch himself on his hands so that he didn't put all of his weight on her. The end result was a tangle of major and colonel on the floor in the hallway by the door. Sam wanted to laugh…would have laughed if the person on top of her was anyone else. Tingling heat rushed through her and by the confused, but amused look on his face…he felt something similar.

Now, it was at that moment, of course, that Daniel and Teal'c decided to rush in to find out what that crash was and Janet opened the front door, narrowly missing Sam's head. Apparently, she had heard the crash too because she had on her "doctor" face. When she saw the source of the crash, however, her concerned expression dissolved into that of a sly smile and glint in her eyes.

Daniel leaned against the wall dividing the hall and the kitchen and folded his arms over his chest, a knowing, amused look on his face. "Hey, Sam. Whatcha doin'?" he asked in a very smug voice.

"Nothing much. You?" she asked in a light tone, attempting to get her composure back. She was still looking up at her CO. He met her gaze steadily, a strange glow in his eyes.

"Oh, you know. Same old, same old." He looked at Teal'c with barely contained mirth.

"Are you injured Major Carter? O'Neill? Or did you arrive at this position on purpose?" Teal'c did not smile. He gave no indication that he was joking or that the implication of his words was very…compromising. It was the perfect deadpan.

Daniel and Janet were not so controlled, however. Janet tried to hide her laughter as she turned to shut the door, but her muffled giggles were heard by all. Daniel smiled and bit down on his own laugh, but had to turn away and give a badly disguised chuckle.

Sam flushed furiously again. Jack felt the sudden urge to strangle the three of his friends not currently under him. 'Oh, good God.' Jack groaned inwardly as realization washed over him anew. 'Under me. Oooh, I am so fired.'

Carefully pushing himself up, he moved so that he was kneeling next to her. Offering her a hand, he pulled them both up.

Sam brushed herself off, not meeting anyone's eyes. Jack did the same.

"Well, on the bright side…" Jack said, trying to ease the tension between him and 21C. "I saved the beer." He held up the six pack and grinned widely.

Sam gave him a small smile, then turned away, picking something up from the floor. At the questioning looks from all those present, she shrugged. "Here's the reason we ended up on the floor in the first place."

She handed him the object, careful not to let his fingers brush her. His eyes brightened and his grin became genuine when he saw what it was. "Sweet!"

"What is it?" Daniel asked, readjusting his glasses and taking a few steps closer. He groaned. "Oh, Sam…you didn't."

"She did." Janet said from Sam's side. "Oh boy."

"What are 'The Simpsons'?" Teal'c asked. He had heard O'Neill mention them on several occasions, but had never been explained to what they are.

"Only the best show ever!" Jack said in a 'duh' tone. "Thanks, Carter." His tone turned sincere. "This was really nice of you."

"Well, you know, it's a funny story actually. I was at the store and I saw that they made a movie for The Simpsons…and it reminded me of you…and I had some extra money…so I--," she stopped when Janet put a hand on her arm.

"You're babbling." She said, her eyes dancing with humor. "Just say you're welcome."

"Right, yes. You're welcome, sir." Sam mentally kicked herself. It wasn't like her to get all flushed and excited that someone liked a gift she gave them. Only Jack O'Neill could do that to her.

Jack smiled and winked at her, causing her temperature to go up another few notches. 'Holy Hannah! What am I? Sixteen?' she groaned inwardly.

After a few moments of awkward silence in which Daniel and Janet smiled knowingly, Teal'c raised an eyebrow, Sam looked at her shoes, and Jack looked Sam…Daniel spoke up. "So…we probably shouldn't let the beer get warm."

"Right!" Jack agreed and motioned for Daniel, Teal'c, Janet, and Sam to go ahead of him.

Janet moved next to Daniel and whispered just loud enough for Sam and Jack to hear. "I always thought he'd be on top." She grinned wickedly and Daniel looked at her in pleased shock.

Sam's hand flew to her mouth and Jack stopped dead. "Janet!" Sam yelled, causing the doctor to jump.

"What?" she blinked innocently.

Daniel turned around to give some sort of peace offering, but quickly turned his back again when he saw the look on Jack's face. He was standing perfectly still, arms hanging limply at his sides, mouth open, and eyes wide. Daniel had never seen the man blush before, but the telltale pink tinge was visible under his stubble.

Sam was redder than she'd ever been. Her blue eyes were wide and shocked. Since when did Janet start saying things like that? Good God, it was hot in here. 'Air. I need air.' She thought desperately, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Without another word, Sam turned, walked into the living room, and out the sliding glass doors.

Pulling himself together, Jack cleared his throat. "Beer. Fridge. Move." He spoke in a strained, clipped tone.

Daniel and Janet stepped out of his way. When he had disappeared into the kitchen Daniel lightly punched her arm. "Way to go Janet!"

She smiled at him. "Is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?"

He smiled and pressed a finger to his lips. "Sssh! They don't know."

"Sam does." Janet reminded him.

"I know, but that's--," he broke off suddenly. "Oh no."

"Oh no?" Janet repeated.

"Yes. Oh no. Didn't you say Sam found my…um…boxers in your room?" Daniel narrowed his eyes, hoping he was wrong.

Janet nodded, frowning. "Uh-huh. But why is that--?" she broke off, eyes widening. "Oh no."

"She wouldn't…?" Daniel prayed that he was right.

Before Janet could respond, the sliding glass doors opened and Sam's voice rang out from the porch. "Oh, Daniel! Janet wanted me to remind you that your underwear is at her house and that you shouldn't bother to take them home, 'cause you'll be spending the night there anyway!" The doors slid shut again and Daniel dropped his head into his hands.

"She did." Janet groaned.

"Payback's a bitch." Daniel agreed, his voice muffled.

"No clichés, lover boy." Jack said coming up next to the blushing couple.

"Jack." Daniel warned.

"Daniel." He copied the younger man's tone.

"Jack."

"Daniel."

"Jack!"

"Daniel!"

"Both of you!" Janet said in frustration. 'I swear…those two…I don't know how Sam puts up with it offworld.'

"Daniel Jackson. Doctor Fraiser." Teal'c bowed as he joined the group. "I believe this is cause for celebration."

"No, Teal'c…it's not, really--," Daniel tried, but Jack cut him off.

"Let the man have his fun, Daniel. After all, it's not everyday that two of your best friends get together now, is it?"

"Well, it would be if you and Sam--," he started to reply angrily, but Janet clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Boys…" she said sternly. "Let's not ruin a perfectly good evening."

Both men looked like they wanted nothing more than to strangle each other. But another look from Janet and the sound of sliding glass doors opening broke their heated stare. Jack gave Daniel a dangerous smirk. His eyes flashed a warning, indicating that he knew exactly where Daniel had been going with that comment. Sam stepped back into the hallway, not in the least bit surprised to see everyone congregated there.

Janet tried to glare at Sam, but found that she couldn't. In all honesty, she had been wanting to "out" herself and Daniel for a few weeks now…but Daniel had been nervous. Janet snorted inwardly. Nervous was an understatement. He was 'shaking in his boots' about what his male friends would think.

He didn't mind Sam knowing; she had helped get them together in the first place. No…he was worried what a certain colonel would say. Daniel was used to getting ragged on; though Jack's teasing had diminished considerably over the last few years. They were better than friends and Janet had a feeling that that was exactly why he was worried about O'Neill knowing. He didn't want anyone to think he was leaving anyone behind…or something.

Janet found his fears to be completely ridiculous, but, hey, if that was what he wanted…

"Sam." Daniel said through clenched teeth.

Sam smiled sweetly. "Daniel?"

"Thank you so much." His voice dripped with disdain. He was also attempting to glare at the woman, but there was a certain amount of relief in his eyes that ruined the effect.

"No problem." Sam smiled again and moved past them all into the kitchen. Jack waited until she was out of sight.

"Daniel? Can I talk to you for a sec?" His voice was pleasant enough, but the smirk remained. Daniel nodded and followed his friend into the living room. "So…you and Fraiser, huh?"

"Yep." He drew out the word, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.

"Sweet."

"Jack."

"Not what I meant, Daniel." Jack paused, then patted Daniel lightly on the shoulder. "This is good. I mean…I think this will be good for you. For both of you."

Daniel studied Jack's expression for a minute, then smiled upon deciding he was being sincere. "Thanks, Jack."

The colonel's hand landed a little harder on his shoulder this time and did not move away. "Now…about that little comment…"

Daniel gave him a slightly wicked grin. "Yes, Jack?"

"I think maybe we should just shove all kinds of that talk under the metaphorical rug…doncha' think?" Jack squeezed his shoulder and narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know what you mean Jack." Daniel sniffed and looked away.

"Oh, I think you do." Jack narrowed his eyes further and released Daniel. "Unless you want Carter and me to get nice shiny court martials for no reason…" he let the sentence hang there.

Daniel met Jack's eyes and held them for a second. "Don't worry Jack. I'm not saying anything that hasn't already been said by everyone on that base for the last seven years."

Jack's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but Daniel smiled and turned away before any intelligible sound could pass the older man's lips.

TBC

A/N: Just wait for it. Believe it or not…this isn't the ridiculous part. LOL. Please R&R!! I'll update tomorrow!