Title: Breaking Wind . . .A Team Bond Thingy, Chosen Hearts Series S2

Author: HailDorothy aka HDorothy

Category: friendship/humor/hinted romance

Warning: Just a little stinky in places.

Rating: T

Season: S2

Spoilers: None

Pairing: A Hallmark Team Moment

Story Summary: Sam finally becomes one of the guys.

Author's Note: When I heard Amanda Tapping share how RDA breaks wind on cue, I couldn't let this pass. Snort!

And, Carol Sue, I'm not longwinded. LOL

Archive: Jackfic, GateWorld, Fan Fiction. And my site, just ask

Beta thanks To DinkyDow who said this stank in a good way!

Series Summary: This is an established storyline in which Jack and Sam fell in love during Jack's retirement. When Jack is re-commissioned and Sam inadvertently assigned his subordinate, they pretend to be strangers and put their wannabe lovers relationship on hold. Little do they realize it will not be a matter of months, but years, before they can follow through on the desire of their chosen hearts.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters and situations of this story are the property of said author. HailDorothy © 02/03/05

Feedback: Gosh, darn, don't make me beg! Pretty Please? Starvation of this writer's muse is no pleasant sight. All feedback is food for thought and well digested. "Feed me, Seymour!" (The Little Shop of Horrors)

Downwind at Jack's house:

"Daniel Jackson?"

"Teal'c?"

"Did you break wind?"

"Ah . . . um, no. Eeuu! Who died?" Daniel fanned the air and winced.

They turned their disgusted attention to the long-legged occupant of the sofa, chomping down his fifth beefy bean burrito.

"Whaaat?" Jack asked around a mouthful, sniffed the air and gagged. "Crap! That's nasty." He put down the burrito and scrunched his face. "But, err argh . . ." he belched and pointed to his food. "After this last one, I'll outdo whoever takes credit for that barfy fart."

As if of one mind, the men looked to the lone occupant in the center of Jack's living room floor.

Sitting cross-legged Sam grinned around the mouth of her beer bottle, and then announced with military pride. "Wow! It's great to be one of the guys." She leapt to her feet and sashayed into Jack's kitchen leaving a distinct popping sound and odor in her wake.

Three sets of eyes watched her windy departure and then two astute gazes settled on Jack who had yet to shut his mouth.

"O'Neill, I believe you have finally met your match."

"Sure has and she farts on cue too." Daniel drained his beer and grinned.

"Oh, ye of little faith." He waggled his brows, glanced over the dining room's half wall at the woman who'd long stolen his heart.

As if sensing his premeditated plan B, Sam looked up from the open refrigerator and engaged his challenging glint.

"Hey, Sam, wanna play strip poker?"

Two hours later:

"Ah, c'mon, Carter, give me back my boxers!"

Fin