A/N: This is the first fanfic I've really ever written or submitted, so please bear that in mind. In my mind, it's set after Ark Of Truth, but it really could be set anywhere in the 10 and a bit years of the show.

Sam spun around in her chair and stared at the clock on the wall. 13 hours and 47 minutes until their next mission. 827 minutes. At a loss for something to do, she started thinking. She could start that naquadah reactor design upgrade? Nah, she'd already figured it would take at least twice that long. She'd already had dinner and her to-read pile of books was empty for the first time in a long time. No, what she needed was some fun. With a sudden bust of inspiration, she jumped out of her chair, grabbed a large can of liquid from a shelf and headed out the door.

Nobody went into the locker room if they weren't going on or coming back from a mission and with nobody leaving at this time of night, the place was deserted. Inwardly grinning, Sam found what she was looking for and got to work.

13 hours and 35 minutes later, Sam geared up earlier than usual and waiting in the Gate Room, earlier than the rest of her team, hoping she'd got the timing right. With 5 minutes to go until the mission, the rest of SG-1 arrived. The looks on everybody's faces in both the control room and the SFs at the foot of the Gate as the other members of SG-1's vests turned from their usual black to a vivid, shockingly bright pink and Sam, doubled up with laughter was one nobody would forget for a very long time.