TITLE: Can't get you out of my head

AUTHOR: caz

EMAIL: cazgobbyhotmail.com

SPOILERS: Meridian is the main one but it relates to a lot other episodes as well.

SEASON/ SEQUEL: It's set kinda a few months after meridian so... no Daniel (but no Jonas yet)

RATING: PG (to be on the safe side)

SUMMARY: Yet more Tok'ra technology, what could possibly go wrong this time?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: More home stuff. Please review.

Jack opened his eyes groggily as the early morning sunlight flooded his room from the slit between the curtains. He slowly rolled onto his back and yawned.

'Wonder if Carter's awake yet.'

'No! I'm not.' Jack smiled. For someone who was always at the base before him she sure wasn't a morning person.

'What time is it?' All formalities were non-existent at this time in the morning, whatever the time was.

'Nearly seven, Carter.'

'Urgh!' She sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep form her beautiful blue eyes.

'Well I'm gonna take a shower.' Carter perked up a little at this.

'Don't think, don't think.'

'Think about what Carter?'

'Nothing sir.'

'Right.' Jack walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on until the room was filled with steam, then he stepped neatly out of his boxers and into the shower. He flicked the shower radio on as the fountain of hot water ran over his body.

'I suppose I should get a shower.'

'Yeah, come on in, the water's lovely!' Sam smiled and stretched as she padded softly into the bathroom, flicking the radio and shower on. Unlike Jack she just got under the torrent of water before it warmed up.

'Wow! That's cold!'

'He-he.' Just then the banal DJ finished his usual early morning drivel and decided to play a song. "Na na na, na na... I just can't get you outta my head..."

'What is it with this song?'

'I take it you don't like it then sir?'

'No, it's just that it's better with the video.'

'I thought you might think that.'

'What?'

'Well, most guys do adore Kylie in that Chernobyl dress.'

'Huh?'

'As in fallout'

'...'

'Nuclear fallout at Chernobyl and she nearly falls out of her dress'

'...'

'Never mind sir!'

Even though Sam had got in the shower after Jack, she still managed to get out before him. But then he had paused to give his karaoke version of Unchained Melody, heavily criticising that spotty horrible obnoxious British-pop-idol-wannabe-twelve-year-old's attempt at it. At this point Sam had to use all of her self-restraint to stop herself from envisaging her and Jack in that famous pottery scene from Ghost. Sam stepped out of the now steam filled bathroom with a towel wrapped round her and her wet blond hair slicked back against her head. She paused for a few moments to look in the mirror. The sunlight covered her form head to foot and she looked like an angel. For a split second, as Sam concentrated on her reflection, Jack saw this.

'Wow!'

'What?'

'Erm... nothing.'

'Are you out of the shower yet sir?'

'Why?'

'Well its nearly eight and I've just gotta blow dry my hair and I'll grab breakfast on the way in.'

'We don't have to be there till ten!'

'Yeah but I want to get a mass spectrograph off...'

'Carter!'

'Yes sir?'

'It's too early for this! In fact there is not good time for this.' Jack finally emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and water running down his toned chest. He paused to look in the mirror and for a split second she saw him.

'Wow!'

'What?'

'Er...'

'De ja vu!'

'Huh?'

'Did you just "see" me?'

'Yes sir. How did you...'

'Well I "saw" you earlier, when you looked in the mirror.'

'So the devices must be able to transmit images if we concentrate. I wonder if...'

'Well I don't care, I just need coffee and food.'

'Sigh. Well I'm going in now so I guess I'll see you there.'

'Fine, you go work. I'm gonna sit back, get a beautiful cup of slow roast Italian coffee, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, sausage, tomatoes... mmmmm...'

'How can you eat that for breakfast?'

'I need to keep my strength up! I'm a growing man!'

'Yeah, but not vertically?'

'Hey!'

'Bye sir!' Sam was dashing out of the door clutching her pile of work and laptop form the previous night.

'What do you mean "bye"? It's not like I won't be able to hear you!'