Chapter 19: The Egg

"You seem to have become very… attached… to that pig…" Daniel watched as Teal'c stroked its soft skin contentedly, and he furrowed his eyebrows together. Teal'c glanced up at him.

"Indeed."

"Can I pet the pig now, Mister?" a child asked, tugging at Teal'c's pants and looking up at him expectantly. Teal'c glanced down, still stroking the pig.

"No, you may not," he finally answered.

"Teal'c!" Daniel reprimanded. The child looked disappointed and walked away. Soon later, they both heard him crying.

"I enjoy this animal," Teal'c said contentedly.

"I figured that! But there is a whole fair to look around, and we do have the whole day ahead of us." Teal'c looked up at Daniel.

"What are you suggesting, Daniel Jackson?"

"That you put the pig down and we look around at the rest of the fair. You can come back to the pig later!" he added quickly, seeing the glare forming on Teal'c's face, and it suddenly turned into a smile again.

"Very well. I shall remember you said that," he said, before they walked off. Daniel tried to lead them into the direction of the food stand, since his stomach was crying out to him for nourishment, but Teal'c steered them towards the roller coaster.

"I believe we shall try this ride," he stated, and Daniel sighed, shrugging slightly.

"Oh well, I guess if I had eaten before I went on the ride I would have thrown it all up anyway."

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"It's this way, Sir, I know it is…"

"No, I always thought it was this way…"

"For some reason I just don't think so…"

"Well, let's just go this way, everyone else seems to be going there."

"I want to go this way!" Jack said, raising his voice.

"Sir, you said you would at least try!"

"Alright, alright," Jack said, his hands clenching into fists either side of him.

"Why don't we ask someone? Then if we're both wrong we won't be wondering around for an hour getting hungry."

"I can live with that… excuse me?" Sam called out to a person nearby. The person turned around and Jack swore under his breath, recognizing him. It was one of the people he had thrown the egg at.

"Hey, you're that ass who threw that egg at me and my partner's feet!" he shouted, and a few people passing by stopped momentarily to watch how this would turn out.

"Um, yeah, about that…" Jack began, but the man cut him off.

"Have you ever heard about what you give and what you get in return? Well here you go." And before Jack knew what was going on the guy had pulled an egg out of his pocket and had cracked it in Jack's hair, pushing it down into his scalp. Jack felt the yolk ooze into his hair and winced, before the man pulled away and smirked at him.

"Good luck with getting it out, too," he said.

"I'm still trying to get over the fact that you carry an egg around in your pocket!" Jack retorted. The guy paused, before continuing on walking and going around a corner.

"Jesus Christ," Sam uttered, staring at Jack with wide eyes. He turned to her.

"Is it that bad?" She hesitated, before nodding.

"Worse, Sir."

"I swear to God that by the end of this trip that little fu…"

"Sir… Sir!" Sam called, shaking him slightly, before beckoning slightly to the many people surrounding them and watching them.

"Let's go and get you cleaned up," she muttered in an undertone to him, before briskly leading him back to their cabin. Jack waved around at everyone.

"Hey everyone. Glad to have entertained you!" Some people began to whisper hurriedly to each other behind their hands and Sam shook her head.

"Don't do that, Sir, they'll just talk more," she whispered to him. He shrugged, turning to her.

"So? After this trip is over, we're never going to see any of them ever again, so does it really matter?" Sam grumbled something under her breath, before pulling him inside their cabin and locking the door from the inside.

"Want us to be by ourselves, Carter?" he asked teasingly, nodding towards the locked door. She smirked at him.

"Yes. That's exactly why I locked the door."

"I can live with that," he replied with a smile. She stared at him for a moment, unsure of how to reply to this, before she dragged him into the bathroom.

"Stop confusing me. Come on, let's get you cleaned up Sir." Jack blinked as she led him into the shower stall.

"What are you doing, Carter?"

"I'm going to clean you up, Sir."

"We're in the shower, Carter."

"I realize that, Sir, but I'm going to have to put shampoo in your hair if I'm going to be able to get all this yolk and shell bits out…" She eyed his hair, wincing slightly. It wasn't a pretty sight.

"So you're pulling me into the shower?" he questioned.

"Well, I won't be able to do it in the sink, the water spray is too weak."

"Um, Carter… since when did you start washing my hair?!!"

"Since we became handcuffed together. I might as well make myself useful!" She turned the shower spray on before he could stop her.

"Carter!" he shouted over the noise of the water. "We have our clothes on, if you didn't notice! We're going to become soaking wet!"

"And when has a little water ever hurt anyone, Sir?"

"Drowning victims!"

"You can't drown from having a shower!"

"Just a question, Sam," he asked tersely as she took some complimentary shampoo down from the inbuilt shelf and began to squeeze some into her hands.

"How exactly are we going to change out of these wet clothes?" There was a silence as Sam pulled his head down and began to let it soak under the water for a while, before mixing shampoo into it. She bit her lip.

"That didn't work the way it should have…" she mumbled.

"Sam? Did you hear me?" Jack asked.

"Close your eyes, Sir. The shampoo might sting a little…"

Especially considering it's mixed in with yolk and egg shell, huh, Sam?

"Don't tell Jack," she mumbled.

"Don't tell Jack what?" Sam swore inwardly when she realized she had said that aloud.

"Oh… no sorry, I was just thinking out loud…" There was a pause.

"Carter, what have you done to my hair?" She swallowed audibly.

"Nothing, Sir… never mind."

"Carter!"

"Sir, don't worry, I can fix it…"

"CARTER! What have you done?"

"I swear, nothing that can't be fixed… hopefully…" He dragged her out of the shower (which was still going, although that didn't seem to matter much to them) and he pulled her over to the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror overhead. He ran his hand through his hair slowly before turning to her, his eyes narrowed. She was fidgeting nervously.

"Carter." He struggled to keep his voice down. "Why is my hair sticking up like this? Why has it suddenly gone hard? Why are the pieces of egg shell not coming out?!!"

"Sir, don't… don't worry," she said hastily. "I think the shampoo and yolk mixing together under water created an adhesive substance…"

"I don't care about that, Carter, how do I get it out of my hair?" he asked slowly, looking back into the mirror. There was a silence.

"Carter? Carter! Please tell me you know how to get it out of my hair." There was another silence.


"Let's try the water again," she suggested, before dragging him to the shower stall.

"I thought you were supposed to be smart, Major!" he shouted as she pulled him inside.

"I… well, yes… stand still…"

"Then why did you drag us in here and soak us with water when we still have our clothes on, and cannot change into others? And why, prey tell, did you find it fit to mix shampoo with the egg yolk?!"

"I didn't know that it would make a kind of glue," she said, squinting through the water into his hair, trying to get it back to normal again.

"Why do you not know what to do?!"

"I never said I knew everything, Sir. I never studied the compounds of glue!" There was a silence.

"Oww, my eye!"

"I warned you about the shampoo, Sir!"

"No, you poked me!"

"They're supposed to be closed anyway."

"I…"

"Shush! I'm trying to concentrate!" Jack's eye twitched.

At least you're having a shower with her.

"F#$% you, brain," he muttered.

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A/N: Surprisingly, I have none, except for I hope you're enjoying this, because I sure am :D muwaha etc.!