Title: What??
Rating: PG-13 or T
Disclaimer: I do not own any of SG-1, or anybody else from the show.
Summary: What happens when Jack, Daniel, Vala, Sam, Cam, and Teal'c all go to Las Vegas? The same thing that happens to everyone else! Since when does that happen?
A/N: This is my first SG-1 fanfiction where I include more than Daniel and Vala. If the characters are OOC, please let me know. Also, (this is going to sound weird) I don't know that much about the effects of alcohol, having never experienced it personally, so the information about it, is a little bland. Any comments or help would be appreciated!
The bed was luxurious, his groggy brain informed him. But his brain changed his mind, the minute he started to pull himself up, and a sharp pain lanced through his head. He tried pulling the blanket closer to him, tugging hard, and giving up, when the fluffy light blanket wouldn't give.
Fluffy? Daniel scrunched his eyes, and ran his hands up to his face. He shook his head, and fruitlessly tossed the blanket aside. He looked down and frowned. He always wore more clothes than that to bed. In fact, he normally wore something to bed…Coffee. He needed coffee. He walked over to the shiny red coffee pot across the hotel room, and started to decipher the buttons. He saw a flash of gold as he moved his hand back from the machine, and froze. He hesitantly pulled his hand closer, and suddenly became the very essence of statuesque, stock-still with his hands hovering above the modern coffee pot. And he hadn't even had his coffee yet…
Sam hugged her teddy bear closer to her; the one she had had since she was five. It had been a birthday present from her father before he left for a while. She had lost it ages ago, but now it was there, right with her, all nice, and big and cuddly. And warm and smooth. It smelled like cinnamon, and Sam nestled her head into the bear, feeling its smooth skin and soft hair…That wasn't right. Fuzzy McNally was a little coarse, and the hair completely covered it. The tie, the tie would prove it. Fuzzy McNally had a bright green tie attached to its front. Sam rubbed her hand on its belly. Its muscular, rock-hard abs of steel belly. Not a stuffing pot-belly…
"You're not Fuzzy McNally," she remarked sleepily, still rubbing her hand against the chest.
"Who's Fuzzy McNally?" The obviously not a bear named Fuzzy McNally turned to face her.
Jack was sprawled across the oversized armchair, one leg hanging over the purple-flowered upholstered arm, and his other arm still clutching a bottle of beer that hung precariously close to the floor. He snorted in his sleep and dropped the bottle, which landed with a resounding thunk. He woke and jumped up, staggered, and clutched his head.
"Oh boy…"he remarked. Jack looked curiously at the bed kitty-corner from him. Teal'c was settled on the bed, his impassive body looking remarkably…big…
Jack rubbed his eyes, and then looked at his hand. Then rubbed his eyes again and repeated the gesture. "Oh shit."
"What are you doing in my room?" Vala asked Daniel.
Daniel slowly turned around, the backs of his hands towards her.
"Have you always had that ring?" Vala asked playfully, twirling a lock of hair. Her head ached slightly, but not as much as it most likely should've had.
"No. No I haven't," Daniel snapped.
Vala raised her arms in defense. "Hey, no need to get all fussy!"
Daniel continued. "It wasn't there yesterday morning! Before we got here!"
"Well go to your wife's room and act all fussy with her! There's no need to take it out on me!"
"This. Is. Where. I. Woke. Up." Daniel grounded out. He really needed coffee. Without a doubt, surely, and unbelievably, he needed the stupid coffee pot to hurry up and finish his coffee. It was taking far too long for such a modern machine.
Vala stopped, and stared at Daniel. She snapped her mouth shut, and looked at her hand. "That's a big rock. Pretty. Definitely pretty," she said calmly, a small smile on her face.
Daniel started to bang his head on the wall, but grimaced as it arc towards it, and he changed his mind. The coffee pot had started to beep. Finally. Coffee.
There had been many things that Cam had been called when he woke up in bed with a strange girl. Fuzzy McNally wasn't even close to any of them. Of course, there was that time, when he had been labeled as Mr. GI Joe Barbie…But that was another story.
"Who's Fuzzy McNally?" he asked as he turned to the girl next to him. He had never bit his tongue so hard in his life. "Sam!" he shouted as he struggled to get away from her. Away. Away. He rolled off the bed, pulling the sheets with him, and startling Sam fully awake.
Sam screeched. "Ohmigod!"
Cam cocked his head amidst the jumble of white sheets. "Really? That's the first time you sounded like a girl!"
Sam glared at him. And suddenly she looked unbelievably worried.
"What?" Cam asked.
Sam slowly raised a shaking hand, and twiddled her ring finger.
"Well that's not good…" Cam said slowly.
"Hey, Teal'c. Buddy, wake up," Jack hissed in the Jaffa's ear. "We've got a problem."
Teal'c's eyes snapped open, and he slowly dragged himself up off the bed. "What sort of problem, O'Neill?"
"The problem where I'm married to someone I don't know kind," Jack said, as if he were discussing the weather in a different state.
Teal'c lifted his hand. "I do believe I have the same problem O'Neill."
A/N: There are maybe one or two more chapters to come. Perhaps more if I feel more inspired. Please Review!
