Daniel/Janet, humour, G, ~200 words.
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She would never admit the truth to anyone.
When Sam gawped and gestured frantically for an explanation, Janet merely shrugged, indicating that she'd simply gotten carried away by the jovial mood. It had been mostly true, after all…
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Despite not celebrating the anniversary of his birth for nigh on one hundred years, Teal'c hadn't had any difficulty grasping the concept of a birthday party, particularly since Colonel O'Neill had organised this year's to be themed around a certain space opera.
The shortage of main female characters didn't leave many options, but fortunately she suited the role. Unlike Sam, being 5'9" and blonde. Janet had been enjoying Sam's discomfort as a bug-antennaed alien, when suddenly their attention was diverted by the appearance of an unlikely duo. Both tall, one with in a vest and holster, and the other in a long cloak. Janet took in the outfit beneath the open robe. Starting with a tunic over long, tan pants and ending with... Her heart skipped a beat.
"Daniel?" She heard the amazement in her own voice.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear. She nodded, unable to do much else, and stood, taking his proffered hand. After all, it wasn't every day Obi-Wan Kenobi asked you to dance.
Later, she would blame their kiss on the wine; the moment; the character roleplay.
But really, it had been the boots.