:Disclaimer: BLAH.
:Notes: Had to find some way to get it in, so from last chapter and this one will be cheesy... Megs' big conspiracy.
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Sam walked out of Daniel's room and looked at the clock. 0200. Sighing, she reclaimed her place on the chair. "If he wakes up one more time..." Sam shivered, unrelated to her previous statement.
"You'll shiver?"
"Not quite, sir. Just cold." Jack'd already stolen Daniel's only blanket.
"Come join me."
"You sure sir?"
"Positive."
She looked at her CO and shivered again.
"Should I make it an order?"
"You're truly evil..." Sam grinned, wrapping her arms around herself and plopping her body beside Jack's while he draped the other half of the blanket over his 2IC.
"The minute Daniel's ankle gets better..." Jack mused. When no response came, he turned to see Sam'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. He stroked her hair and lowered himself to stretch on the couch, hoping Sam would sit. She slipped down in front of him, and Jack shrugged. She must really be tired... He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, brushing her hand. Sam's hand slipped in Jack's and she snuggled into him. Jack closed his eyes and breathed deeply, drifting into sleep.
Daniel crept to the doorway as much he could, wincing in pain. Jack didn't seem to hear him.
There was a light on in the living room, they must still be awake... He peered around the corner and stopped where he was. Jack and Sam. Spooning on the couch. Mm, this was a story liable for Janet. *EG*
But he'd need proof... where was it.. Aha! The cripple took a snap with his camera. Last shot on the roll. He should get it developed...
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Sam peeked an eye open. She didn't remember falling asleep... she felt breathing on her neck... Weird. The Major turned around gently and noticed just what that breath was coming from. Her eyes widened. Jack?! What the... oh yeah. They were on the couch last night, weren't they. Hmm...
Sam slipped off the couch, careful not to wake the Colonel, and headed towards Daniel's kitchen.
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"Who's in the kitchennnnnn." moaned the lump on Daniel's bed.
"Meeeee." Sam moaned just as loudly. The couch critter stirred.
"Saaaaaaaam?" groaned Jack, getting up from the couch.
"Yaaaaaaah?"
"Mooooooooorning."
"Moooooooorning."
A Daniel stood leaning in the doorway, a clump of plaster on his right leg. "You two sound depressing, stoppit." he rubbed his eyes. "What time is it, anyway?"
"1100 hours." Jack answered, looking at his watch. Daniel glared. "Oh, I'm sorry your majesty. 11 am. Satisfied?"
"Very... Gimme that." he swiped at Sam's mug of coffee.
"No coffee, remember? Doctor's orders!" Sam grinned. The lump shuffled closer, trying again. Sam laughed and hid behind Jack.
"Grr."
"Sir?"
Jack turned around, still standing as a barrier between a lump of crippled archaeologist and a coffee-baring USAF Major. "Uh huh?"
"Hide the coffee."
"Will do." he sauntered off to get the numerous cans of exotic coffees and related concoctions that would induce caffeine-induced traumas like the days before.
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A couple hours later, Daniel was mumbling and grumbling, saying he'd be fine, and trying to shoo Jack and Sam out the door.
"Need a ride tomorrow?" Jack asked, swinging a bag full of coffee back and forth.
Daniel watched it intently. "Think I can drive?"
"Point taken."
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Jack stepped on the brake, cursing quietly about red lights.
"Sir, I know you hate reds, but swearing won't convince them to change."
"Maybe some day..."
"No."
"Damn."
They drove in silence for a while longer. Jack slowed down. "We need to talk."
"Yeah, I think so too."
He stopped the car and turned in his seat to face Sam.
"This never happened..."
"No sir. Never ever."
"We have to forget about it. Clear it from our minds."
"Clear what?"
Jack grinned and stepped on the gas. "That's my girl."
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:AN: Trying to get out of the whole ship thing. It's addictive once you start. The Irwin plot & coffee sessions'll start up next chapter, I promise.
:Notes: Had to find some way to get it in, so from last chapter and this one will be cheesy... Megs' big conspiracy.
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Sam walked out of Daniel's room and looked at the clock. 0200. Sighing, she reclaimed her place on the chair. "If he wakes up one more time..." Sam shivered, unrelated to her previous statement.
"You'll shiver?"
"Not quite, sir. Just cold." Jack'd already stolen Daniel's only blanket.
"Come join me."
"You sure sir?"
"Positive."
She looked at her CO and shivered again.
"Should I make it an order?"
"You're truly evil..." Sam grinned, wrapping her arms around herself and plopping her body beside Jack's while he draped the other half of the blanket over his 2IC.
"The minute Daniel's ankle gets better..." Jack mused. When no response came, he turned to see Sam'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. He stroked her hair and lowered himself to stretch on the couch, hoping Sam would sit. She slipped down in front of him, and Jack shrugged. She must really be tired... He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, brushing her hand. Sam's hand slipped in Jack's and she snuggled into him. Jack closed his eyes and breathed deeply, drifting into sleep.
Daniel crept to the doorway as much he could, wincing in pain. Jack didn't seem to hear him.
There was a light on in the living room, they must still be awake... He peered around the corner and stopped where he was. Jack and Sam. Spooning on the couch. Mm, this was a story liable for Janet. *EG*
But he'd need proof... where was it.. Aha! The cripple took a snap with his camera. Last shot on the roll. He should get it developed...
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Sam peeked an eye open. She didn't remember falling asleep... she felt breathing on her neck... Weird. The Major turned around gently and noticed just what that breath was coming from. Her eyes widened. Jack?! What the... oh yeah. They were on the couch last night, weren't they. Hmm...
Sam slipped off the couch, careful not to wake the Colonel, and headed towards Daniel's kitchen.
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"Who's in the kitchennnnnn." moaned the lump on Daniel's bed.
"Meeeee." Sam moaned just as loudly. The couch critter stirred.
"Saaaaaaaam?" groaned Jack, getting up from the couch.
"Yaaaaaaah?"
"Mooooooooorning."
"Moooooooorning."
A Daniel stood leaning in the doorway, a clump of plaster on his right leg. "You two sound depressing, stoppit." he rubbed his eyes. "What time is it, anyway?"
"1100 hours." Jack answered, looking at his watch. Daniel glared. "Oh, I'm sorry your majesty. 11 am. Satisfied?"
"Very... Gimme that." he swiped at Sam's mug of coffee.
"No coffee, remember? Doctor's orders!" Sam grinned. The lump shuffled closer, trying again. Sam laughed and hid behind Jack.
"Grr."
"Sir?"
Jack turned around, still standing as a barrier between a lump of crippled archaeologist and a coffee-baring USAF Major. "Uh huh?"
"Hide the coffee."
"Will do." he sauntered off to get the numerous cans of exotic coffees and related concoctions that would induce caffeine-induced traumas like the days before.
----
A couple hours later, Daniel was mumbling and grumbling, saying he'd be fine, and trying to shoo Jack and Sam out the door.
"Need a ride tomorrow?" Jack asked, swinging a bag full of coffee back and forth.
Daniel watched it intently. "Think I can drive?"
"Point taken."
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Jack stepped on the brake, cursing quietly about red lights.
"Sir, I know you hate reds, but swearing won't convince them to change."
"Maybe some day..."
"No."
"Damn."
They drove in silence for a while longer. Jack slowed down. "We need to talk."
"Yeah, I think so too."
He stopped the car and turned in his seat to face Sam.
"This never happened..."
"No sir. Never ever."
"We have to forget about it. Clear it from our minds."
"Clear what?"
Jack grinned and stepped on the gas. "That's my girl."
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:AN: Trying to get out of the whole ship thing. It's addictive once you start. The Irwin plot & coffee sessions'll start up next chapter, I promise.