A/N: This epilogue doesn't mean the series is over, not by a long shot. I just had a couple of random ideas that didn't fit as adequate endings but had to occur after the end of the party.

Epilogue: Effects

Sam groaned as the doorbell to her house rang. It was five o'clock in the evening, but she still had a hangover from the night before. She, Cassie, and Daniel had all slept almost until noon. When they had woken up, Daniel had been horrified, as he was supposed to be submitting a report to General Hammond by the end of the day and he still had a lot of work to do. He had showered quickly, bolted down some eggs and toast, and hurried to the base, looking like something that shouldn't be allowed out in direct sunlight.

Sam had moved much more slowly. She'd taken a shower there, worked her way steadily through several cups of coffee and as much aspirin as she could negotiate from Janet, and left around two so that she could try to get rid of her hangover before dinner with her father.

"Bet this brings back memories of college, huh, Carter?" her CO had teased her as she and Janet had been discussing how best to hide the way she was feeling from her Dad.

"High school too," she had answered, just to get to him.

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The doorbell rang again and she called, "I'm coming!" as she made her way to the door. She was dressed for dinner already, and had on more makeup than she'd worn in a long time trying to hide how tired and pale she was.

"Hi, Sam, Happy Birthday!" her dad said enthusiastically, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. Sometimes he still misjudged his Tok'ra-enhanced strength.

"Thanks, Dad," she said, coughing slightly. "Ready to go?"

"Sure."

"Who dropped you off?"

"Lieutenant Simmons. He has a crush on you."

"Why does everyone say... never mind. Let's just go eat."

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As Sam cut up her dinner, she realized her dad was staring at her hands. A lot.

"Dad, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Your fingernails. They're weird."

She glanced down at her own hands and rolled her eyes. She'd forgotten about the manicure. The very messy manicure her CO had given her last night. Using five different colors of nail polish.

"Oh, I completely forgot about that," she said without thinking. "See, I was having a slumber party with Colonel O'Neill and..."

Her father spit his beer all over the table and started coughing.

Sam suddenly realized how her statement had probably sounded and damned her hangover to hell. "Dad, calm down, that's not what I meant," she said hastily. She resolved to strangle her CO the next time she saw him as she started trying to explain herself to her father.

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Meanwhile, back at the base...

General Hammond groaned as he sorted through the massive stack of files Dr. Jackson had turned in an hour ago. He was going to be here all night going through this stuff... and it wasn't as if the long-term archaeological survey from P6X241 was a very interesting topic. He decided to start with the tape of the ruins, so he'd have a clue as to what structures Jackson was referring to in his report. He popped the tape in and sat back in his chair, glad that it was so comfortable.

He sat up abruptly as the tape began. He was not looking at old buildings from P6X241. He was looking at... his flagship team and his CMO... in pajamas... singing and dancing around. Well, well, well, he thought with a satisfied smile, chuckling to himself. Apparently Dr. Jackson had got his tapes mixed up. Hammond watched the tape for a few minutes before rewinding it all the way. This was going to be good. He'd have to make a copy of this ASAP, as well, and maybe figure out a way to slip it back into Dr. Jackson's office so they didn't know he had it. This could prove invaluable.

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Early Monday morning, Teal'c was trying hard not to smile, which normally wasn't an issue for him. He waited patiently for O'Neill in the locker room, knowing the man would soon be appearing to change into his uniform for the day. Teal'c had been confused by Cassandra Fraiser's odd instructions for him, but found the idea to be most humorous once she explained its context to him.

He was not dissapointed.

Jack O'Neill sauntered into the locker room, greeting him enthusiastically, and went over to his locker. As he opened it, a sea of stuffed animals of various sizes fell out, cascading all around him. They were all raccoons.

At the look on O'Neill's face, Teal'c laughed, and once he started he could not stop. Laughing harder since he had done at his own joke a few years ago that nobody else had understood, he watched as O'Neill stared at the pile of raccoons around his feet for several long moments. Finally, he sighed deeply and began getting dressed as though nothing unusual had happened, and raccoons were routinely falling out of his locker.

"So, T, breakfast?" he asked mildly after he finished dressing.

Teal'c nodded and they headed out of the locker room. Only then did O'Neill say quietly, "I am going to kill that girl."

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Twenty minutes later,Sam, Jack, and Teal'c were all sitting in the commissary eating breakfast when Daniel rushed in, panting. "Woa, easy there Danny boy," Jack said, handing him a glass of water.

Daniel drained it and gasped, "The General... tape... sorry..."

"What? Daniel, breathe," Sam said gently, pushing out a chair for him. He sank into it and took a few seconds to compose himself.

"Daniel Jackson, speak," Teal'c instructed.

"Right. I... I went to put the micro cassette from our party onto the end of the tape from the first one and... it wasn't the right tape. It was the tape of the ruins from P6X241. When I... when I put together that report for Hammond I must have given him the wrong tape..."

Everyone was completely frozen, looking at Daniel in complete shock and horror. This was bad... this was terrible.. "So you're saying the General..." Sam started, too mortified to even finish his sentence. .

"Has the tape from our slumber party," Daniel finished grimly.

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A/N: Thanks for the enthusiastic interest in this story and series, everyone. I hope I made you smile. Next is an intermission of sorts from the regular stories - a short one called Jack's Day. Story ID: 2276143