*Going native.*

"Daniel, you dog!" The words are out of my mouth even before I can react, and I can feel Carters eyes roll at me, but come on! The man will have a girl on every planet if he keeps this up! And that too is out of my mouth. The whole mouth-brain connection is highly overrated in my case, and I briefly wonder if I ever had such a thing…Nope, I can't remember having it, and I'm pretty sure that in this case, this dog is too old to learn new tricks.

"Just let me give him the injection…" I hear Carter grumble, as she steps forward.
Teal'c and I both see Daniel and his new girlfriend get in a threatening position, ready to make a move to attack, but sorry Daniel, we can't have such a thing. Daniel looks like he's pretty angry, for us coming and interrupts his own little party for two. I know how he feels, nothing as irritating as being caught in the act. Been there, done that, in my parent's basement with Shelly Stevenson, age 15, but trust me Danny, you really need to end this party right now. I'll hose you down and drag you home myself if that is what it takes, but you are NOT staying here!
God knows you'll be embarrassed enough as it is when we get you back.

As Daniel makes his move to attack Carter, both Teal'c and I shoot, placing three arrows in each of them and they soon fall to there knees, unconscious so that Carter can give them their allergy meds.
I help Teal'c with getting Daniel up on his shoulder, and boy the man stinks! What is this? Eau de cave-man? Forget hosing, what Danny here need is a good shower, loads of soap and a chisel to get all this filth and stink of him!
God, I feel sorry for Teal'c, to have to carry the man, but Teal'c will hear of no such thing as sharing the heavy and stinking load of dr. Daniel Jackson. Teal'c is feeling responsible for "loosing" the man in the first place, but come on, there is no way he can be held responsible.
This is nobody's fault. The planet was sick, and we just happened to walk in on it all. It sucks, big time, especially what I did to Daniel, I feel pretty bad for knocking the living daylight out of him, but he is a tough man, a lot tougher then I would had thought, and he is going to get through it.
Just like he is getting through this. In a few hours, he is back to normal, and we'll put all of this behind us. This was an affair where we all learned something, I think. I learned a lot about my team, and about the rest of the SGC. This was a bit of a shake-together, we all got our roles in the big machinery under Cheyenne Mountain, and all got to prove their worth. All can stand alone, but being a team, is something exceptional. SG1 is now a real team, but so is the SGC.
Nobody gets left behind, and we all stand together when one of us fall. Or goes native.

Besides, I muse as we walks back into Tuplo's palace, it wasn't all that bad.
I defiantly got a new opinion about sweaty base bathrooms…