AN: Sam knows EXACTLY what she's doing

"Are you finishing that or…?" – Episode 7

Another world, one of dozens they had visited so far. This one about as quiet as you could get. No flying space danger noodles, no homicidal chipmunks. Nothing but stars, ruins, trees, and his team for a couple weeks while Daniel did his translations. If this place had a pond, Jack would happily retire here. Especially if he could talk a particular Major to join him in that retirement. Jack grinned. A pipe dream for certain but not one he didn't engage in off and on over the years. They had an understanding of sorts. They also didn't ask anything of each other. Usually.

SG-1 sat companionably around the fire Teal'c had laboriously assembled. Jack and Teal'c had found logs they brought over to give them something to sit on besides cold damp dirt. The tents were side by side behind them. Teal'c and Daniel in one, Jack and Sam in the other. Jack chose to willfully lie to himself about that arrangement but he wasn't fooling anyone, not even himself.

Sam sat next to him cleaning her side arm and reassembling it. The firelight catching in her hair and turning it into a halo of spun gold.

After a while Sam finally looked up as if only now noticing his eyes on her. In reality she'd noticed from the start but she enjoyed his attention and preferred he continued. If you called attention to it too soon, he'd make excuses, bluster and back off. It was a bit of a numbers game, how long to let him stare before things got too far but not so short of a time that he skittered off like Daniel on a first date. Sam smiled at Jack in amusement.

"Do you need me to clean your sidearm too sir?"

Jack stared at her open mouthed for a moment. She did not just offer to? She was grinning at him just a little. Yup. She totally meant that the exact dirty way he'd taken it. Jack swallowed. "Not at the moment Carter. Possibly later." He coughed. Oh yah, real smooth O'Neill. You've got game that's for sure.

Sam smirked at his discomfort. Dammit she had played him.

Jack looked over at Teal'c half finished cupcake. "Are you finishing that or...?"

The large Jaffa snatched his cupcake away and crammed it into his mouth in a single bite then scowled. Clearly indicating to Jack to get his own damned cupcakes.

Randomly Daniel started talking across the fire. "You guys ever get weirdly attached to an overly specific word?"

"Oh!" Sam said. "Like plethora!"

"Yes exactly!"

"Plethora Carter?"

"Yes. It means an unusually large quantity."

"I know what it means." His voice was a little waspish in its defensiveness.

"Why plethora Sam?" Daniel asked her.

"You know, I don't really know. I do remember how I learned it though. I was top of my class in sixth grade. Jacqueline Gauze and were so far ahead of everyone that Mrs. Plunges didn't know what to do with us at all so she started giving us vocabulary assignments. That one just stuck with me." She grinned happily at the memory. "What about you Teal'c? got a favorite word?"

"Mine is onomatopoeia Major Carter."

"Interesting choice Teal'c. Any particular reason?" she asked him clearly genuinely interested.

"I like that it sounds, silly." Teal'c admitted absolutely dead pan. Everyone looked at him, unsure if he was making a joke until the corners of his mouth quirked up slightly. Jack laughed first.

"Sounds dirty too if you say it fast enough." Jack told him.

"I do not understand O'Neill." Teal'c proceeded to say onomatopoeia quickly until it garbled into something that sounded roughly like 'I don' wana pee yah'. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "I see." He admitted which made everyone laugh.

"How about you Daniel?" Jack asked him still chuckling.

"Well, honestly, mine isn't technically English."

"As long as it's not Goa'uld." Jack growled.

"No, Hindu actually. It's ananda."

Jack and Sam looked at him curiously.

"It means... well it means extreme happiness, the highest state of love." He told them.

"Leave it to Space Monkey to get all schmaltzy on us." Jack said with a chuckle.

"So what's yours Jack?" Daniel asked him.

"Mine?"

"I don't see anyone else named Jack sitting around the fire do you." Daniel said snarkily. Sam chuckled.

"No giggling Carter." He said absently. He was ever so tempted to say alacrity but suspected that his second might actually punch him for it and he was in range of her swift and oft painful fist.

"Sorry sir." Her voice clear indicated she wasn't even a little sorry about laughing at him.

"Diaphanous."

"What does this word diaphanous mean O'Neill?" Teal'c asked having not heard it before.

"Er, well, it means… delicate, translucent. Floaty."

Daniel gave him a long silent look until Jack looked away uncomfortably.

"That's very poetic of you sir." Sam said smiling.

"What can I say, I'm a poetic kind of guy."

From across the fire Daniel coughed as though he was trying not to laugh. "Yah," he sighed dramatically, "Well, I think I'll turn in for now. Wake me at my watch."

"Goodnight Daniel." Sam said with a smile.

"Sleep well Daniel Jackson."

Jack continued to not look at Daniel. "Night."

Sam was now watching Jack until he became uncomfortable under her gaze as well.

"What is it Carter?"

"Oh nothing. My second favorite word is buccaneer." She flashed him a grin and got up in a fluid motion. "Good night Sir."

"Right. Sweet dreams Carter." His mind flashed to a particular incident and knew for certain she'd deliberately baited him for a second time tonight. Do'h.