Title: Camping Can Be Fun

Author: spacegypsy1

Rating: Teen +
Category: Action/Adventure/Romance
Season: After Season 10
Featured Character(s): Jack, Sam, Daniel, Vala, Teal'c, Mitchell
Pairings: D/V and J/S

Warnings: None – well okay, T for risqué,

A/N: Thanks MariShal, story goddess, and MariShal and Supershipper, betas extraordinaire.

Synopsis: Chapter Ten: It definitely gets Wacko at Camp. Sam creates havoc with her 'better than cake' after dinner delight. A tipsy Daniel and Vala lip lock by the fire, Mitchell sings (sort of), Teal'c remains standing – ever observant, and Jack wakes up confused in Sam's tent, yet again, but this time she's wearing his shirt.

Chapter Ten: Camp Wacko (Rated T for alcohol content)

Exhausted from their adventure, the campers quietly ate their lunch.

Jack foraged in the big cooler, counting beers for their last night at Camp Wacko, unhappy to discover their limited supply. "There's never enough," he mumbled. "Carter?"

"Hmmm?"

"What's this huge Tupperware container that's taken up sooooo much space in the bottom of the cooler?"

"It's a surprise, you'll find out tonight."

"Cake?"

"Better than cake." Sam sat, eyes closed in the sunlight.

"Better than Cake!?"

"Better than cake. And don't peek."

"Better than beer?"

"Much better than beer."

Teal'c walked over, hands behind his back and peered into the cooler. He looked up to Jack with interest.

"Better than cake, that would be awesome, T."

Teal'c bowed, agreeing.

"And better than beer…. What could be better than beer?"

--

After dinner, Sam brought the mystery container to the fireside. Removing the top and hand splayed on the bottom for balance, Sam offered it before Jack.

He peeked inside to discover an array of colored Jell-o sitting in tiny white paper cups, five layers high. "THIS is better than cake?"

"Just try one."

He enie, meanie, miney, moed until he choose one.

"That's Apricot, I don't think you'll like it, try this one," she pointed to the strawberry.

"No spoon?"

Sam pulled out a Pineapple Jell-o and coconut rum Jell-o shot, "like this," she squashed the little cup emptying the contents into her mouth.

He performed it flawlessly. "Damn, this is good."

"Better than cake?"

"Maybe."

She lowered her voice, "It's Strawberry Jell-o with rum."

Jack reached in and took a handful.

Next, she presented them to Mitchell. Again she choose one for herself, Mitchell took all but two of the dark red ones. "Excellent choice, Colonel."

She moved on to Teal'c.

"Jell-o, ColonelCarter?"

"Yes, sort of."

Teal'c took even more than Mitchell, his being an assortment of available colors.

"Vala?"

Vala studied the selection of colors, twisting her mouth in concentration. One by one she picked five, four of different colors.

Before continuing around the circle, Sam popped two more of the shots into her mouth, one right after the other.

She stopped in front of Daniel. The container bounced into Daniel's chest and she had to steady it with her other hand. "Oops."

"I'm not hungry." Daniel shook his head.

Sam enticed him with big doe eyes.

He took the remaining yellow ones. "Pineapple and coconut rum." She whispered.

Before she could step away, Daniel grabbed most of the lime green ones, too.

"Lime and to-kill-ya" She winked at him. He gave her that look. The one he usually saved for Vala's foolish antics.

Coming around full circle, she took a seat next to Jack.

Carefully, making well thought out choices, Jack reached in and gathered another handful. "Yum. Better than cake."

"Not better than beer?" She asked him, looking all doe eyed still.

"Yet undecided. Probably not."

In turn, each came to gather more, choosing other varieties and returning to their spot around the campfire.

Returning from his recent foray into the rapidly dwindling Jell-o supply, Daniel stopped in front of his folding chair. He looked at Vala, sitting crossed leg on the ground, picked up the chair, tossed it out toward the woods and settled beside her.

Teal'c looked into the empty container lying on the ground too close to the fire. One side of the Tupperware had melted.

Daniel put his arm around Vala's shoulder. "Ya know, I really like you. A lot."

"Humph!" Vala sucked Jell-o into her mouth. "So you say."

"Do I have to beg for forgiveness?"

"Abso. Absolute…elly," She giggled.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Nooo." She pulled her head back, pointing a finger warningly at him. He didn't remove his arm and she didn't protest further.

Mitchell sat, arms across his chest staring into the flames.

"See anybody, Mitchell?" Jack laughed remembering Mitchell's Granmaw story.

Mitchell looked up, seeing Sam sitting next to Jack. "Yeah, I see Sam." Mitchell grinned wickedly.

Shocked, Jack looked from Sam to Mitchell. Sitting up straighter, Jack did his best General Hammond impression, "I don't think so, son."

"O'Neill?" Teal'c turned from the fire.

Vala rolled her eyes, and spoke to Daniel, "Here we go again."

"Yeah, T?"

"I believe I may be losing my eyesight as all is a blur."

"Quit starin' into the fire."

Teal'c considered the likelihood. "That is possible, however," and he turned his stoic

Jaffa gaze to Sam, "there also remains the prospect that ColonelCarter has infused something into the Jell-o."

Sam slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes as round as the full moon.

"Well, there's that too," Jack looked preoccupied.

Teal'c turned back to the dying embers. "Should I locate additional wood for the fire?"

"Whatever," Mitchell swayed in his chair, popping the top of his recently acquired beer.

Jack turned at the sound. "Are there more of those?"

"A few," Mitchell answered reluctantly.

The coals of the fire glowed as silence settled around the team once again.

The full moon lit the clearing, bright and beautiful.

Daniel leaned into Vala, his nose lifting the hair from her ear and whispered, "I have three pineapple, coconut rum ones left. If I put one in my mouth, can I kiss you?"

Uninhibited Daniel, how she loved him! She wanted to forgive him. To kiss his inviting lips. Although she knew it was the alcohol, she would regret missing the opportunity presented. Knowing she should wait, Vala weighed her options looking longingly at his remaining six cups. Three yellow ones and three lime green ones. Looking down at her one remaining raspberry she made her decision. "Two. Two of the yellow ones and two kisses."

"Deal." His charming, lopsided grin was her undoing.

She waited, mouth open like a baby bird. He popped one of her favorites into his mouth, and using his tongue, placed the delicacy into the warmth of hers.

Their audience observed. Jack and Sam remained mildly coherent, heads tilted the same direction watching, Teal'c's eyes shifted from the coals, his knowing smile hidden from the rest. Mitchell, sitting next to the couple, leaned over for a closer look.

"Apparently, someone glued their lips together." Jack tipped his head back and forth to get different angles of the kissing pair.

"Are they breathing?" Noticeably unconcerned, Sam asked curiously.

"Not sure."

The couple broke apart, dazed. It only took a second for Daniel to slip the other shot into his mouth and then in hers. When he finally pulled back, Vala swayed. "You're drunk," he told her, swaying a bit himself. With one hand he pulled Vala up and along towards the SUV, balancing the remaining Jell-o shots in the other hand. He opened the door for her, dropped the Jell-o shots on the ground, and crawled in after her. They both lay down and passed out leaving the door wide open.

Laughing uncontrollably, Sam stomped her foot repeatedly. "I thin' I made too many!" She fell over into Jack and kissed him, missing his mouth by a long shot.

Mitchell lay flat on the ground, singing Credence Clearwater Revival's 'Have You Ever Seen The Rain', way, way, way off key. Empty Jell-o cups littered the ground, spread like a halo around his head.

--

The hot sun, coming through the fabric of the tent, woke Jack. He struggled to sit, looked over and spotted Carter. She was sprawled, belly down on the top of the sleeping bag, wearing a big grey T-shirt. He patted his bare chest. Yep, it was his. In panic he patted his legs. Thankfully his pants were still there. "For cryin' out loud!"

Practically doing a push up, Sam rose on both arms, then managed to turn into a sitting position. Her hair stood up. Her face had crumpled sleeping bag wrinkles pressed into her pale cheeks. She blinked.

"Should I be apologizing?" He scratched through his hair hoping it didn't look like hers.

"I'm not sure?" She repeated his hair fixing process on herself.

He looked at his watch. "We should have been on the road hours ago."

"What time is it?"

"Eleven-thirty."

"Holy Hannah! She jumped up looking around for her clothes. She looked at the shirt she wore, then looked at his bare chest.

He threw his hands up in surrender. "I have no idea."

"Jack?" An accusation, not a question.

"I swear to God Carter, I came in, I took my shirt off, I passed out. Swear to God."

Sam found her clothes under the sleeping bag. She slipped into the jeans under his big shirt. Taking her own T-Shirt she pulled it over her head, over his shirt and performed a contortionist's routine, slipping hers on under his while taking his off. She tossed him the T-shirt and they scurried out of the tent.

Across the field, Teal'c methodically packed the car top. Mitchell had not moved since last night. And Daniel and Vala sat drinking coffee at the picnic table. One on one end on one side, the other on the other end on the other side.

Then General Jack barked out the order, "Okay, campers, let's clean it up. MITCHELL!!!"

"Huh?" Mitchell sat up.

Jack covered his eyes against the glaring light of day, "Head 'em up and move 'em out!"

Mitchell saluted, and picked himself up with a moan.

"O'Neill," Teal'c approached the group, "everything is packed, except for our personal effects. I have cleaned and dried the cooler, in preparation for storing our garbage."

Vala did the talking hand again; bobbing her head around, then realizing her mistake, she stopped when a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Daniel ignored her, smiling, tempted to drink the can of hot beer that sat in the middle of the table.

"Anybody see my sunglasses?" Jack looked around the table, searching.

STOP! WARNING S P O I L E R S BELOW!!!

POSSIBLE TITLES FOR Chapter Eleven:

The Brink of Madness -Road to Perdition – Again or Road To: (choose one) Recovery – Redemption – Reconciliation – Reason - Forgiveness. - Colorado Springs - (back from) Perdition. Other options: Who's Driving, Anyway? Lost, The Missing Season. (Oh! THAT would have been fun… lost…hmmm.) The Z Files. Okcaw (wacko backwards.)

Daniel drives a while. Jack and Sam sleep a while, Mitchell moans a while-a lot, Teal'c is silent, Vala contemplates. Vala gets sick, Daniel comforts, Mitchell continues to moan, Teal'c drives, Jack and Sam pretend they don't know each other - in front of the team, Vala and Daniel begin the whole move over thing. Again.