:Disclaimer: Screw the lawyers.

:Notes: This looked longe ron paper, too... :/ after this, the chaters'll be longer, I promise.

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Teal'c blinked at the seemingly sleep-walking Daniel. "I do not consume caffine, DanielJackson."

"Shure yah do."

"No, I do not."

"Yeah."

"Incorrect. Perhaps MajorCarter would suppply you?"

"Sam..." Daniel muttered, whamming into yet another inanimate object, being a door once again.

"Ar eyou sure you are well? Perhaps we should ask Doctor Fraiser."

"No. She'll stick things in me. I want coffee."

The Jaffa shrugged, picke dup the deprived archaeologist, and headed in search of Sam.

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:AN: Okay, these are too short. They'll get longer from now on.