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At lunchtime SG-1 invited C.J. to have lunch with them. She was in her t-shirt still, her dungaree shirt a hopeless cause. She ate heartily, talking with the team. She found out that Daniel was an archeologist, that Sam was a theoretical astrophysicist, and that Jack was former special op and over in Iraq during the last war. She met his eyes, knowledge in hers, when she heard about that.
She asked about Garden of the Gods, and Daniel and her dove into a discussion about the American Indians, and Mesa Verde. Jack rolled his eyes at Sam, but listened anyway.
"I'll have to take you to the Garden of the Gods at sunset. That's the best time to see the rocks, they seem to glow." Daniel said, finishing up his spaghetti. She replied enthusiastically, "I'll show you pictures of Mesa Verde when I finally find my pictures in my stuff." C.J. stopped, remembering that she had nowhere to put her stuff yet.
"So C.J., where are you staying now?" Sam asked. "Here in the mountain." C.J. said. "Until you get your own place, why don't you stay with me? We'll all go out to O'Malley's and you can see us let our hair down." Sam said. Jack snorted, "Oh, and scar her for life?" Daniel laughed.
"Um, I am only an E-6, and you are officers. Isn't there going to be a big stink?" she asked. "We live in each others pockets all of the time, the General doesn't restrict us from relaxing together. It's like a dysfunctional family!" Sam waved her arm to indicate everyone in the mess. There was scattered laughter, and a few whistles.
"Alright." She said, making up her mind. "I'll get my seabag repacked and take it with me." C.J. got up, "TTFN! I need to find out what I am going to do here." She waved at the others and left. "TTFN?" Sam asked. Jack shook his head, "Deprived child. Tigger says it, Ta Ta for now?" he asked, watching her eyes laugh. Daniel watched as she walked away, "I am seriously crazy about that woman." And he got up, leaving his team members staring at him.
That night Daniel and Jack were at O'Malley's and claimed a table. Jack nodded at various team members seated throughout the bar as he got a couple of beers. Back at the table, the men talked about sports and when they thought Teal'c would come back. Daniel opened his mouth to say something and it stayed open at the woman who walked into the room. She was a very hot brunette, wearing a tight green t-shirt with Popeye and snug fitting jeans. She stood, waiting for someone behind her when Sam came in and waved at them, heading over to their table.
Jack leaned over to Daniel, "Close your mouth Danny. You're catching flies." Daniel shut his mouth, watching C.J. walk toward him, her green eyes laughing at something Sam had said. Sam sat by Jack, and C.J. beside Daniel.
"What do you ladies want to drink?" Daniel said, standing up. He needed to get his thoughts back in order; getting them drinks would be the distraction he needed. "Any kind of wine cooler for me." Said C.J. Sam asked for a beer and Daniel fled to the bar.
Hearing a familiar sound, C.J. turned in her seat. "Darts! Excellent! I haven't thrown darts since before I was stationed on Teddy." She laughed as she watched the antics of the two men as they horsed around, throwing backwards over their shoulders. Daniel came back with their drinks, seeing her interest in the so called game behind them. "You throw?" he asked. "Oh yeah, I was stationed in Holy Loch, Scotland for 2 years. You have to play there." She smiled at the happy memories.
Jack stood, " Let me beat you and you can pay for the next round of drinks." He smiled a challenge. "Hah, in your boyish dreams, Colonel Sir." And C.J. got up to kick his fine butt.
Later Jack and C.J. were quietly talking about Iraq, Sam and Daniel just listening. "I think the scariest part was, after being in the Middle East for 6 months and being convinced that the people of Qatar love Americans, was having 2 militant extremists trying to cap me." C.J. said in disgust. "For crying out loud, I saved their beloved Sheik. But no, let's kill the woman because she wears pants! Sheesh." C.J. put her 3rd wine cooler down, realizing she was starting to babble. Jack smiled, "Hey, it could be worse, you could still be there!"
"After what happened in DC, I think I would have been safer." C.J. said without thinking. They all sat up, "What happened in D.C.?" Daniel asked.
"Damn, me and my big mouth. Sorry, I can't say. Paul decided that I would be safer here, so here I am." She decided to get some water from the bar before she got diarrhea of the mouth again.
When she came back and sat down Jack looked at her, mischief gleaming in his eyes. "What does C.J. mean anyway?" he asked. She groaned, "Paul got so damn lucky. His name is Paul Michael Davis. My name was picked from my grandmothers, both of whom I love very much, but Christianna Juliette Davis is a little ridiculous." She gulped some water, scowling at Jack and Daniel who were laughing. Sam shook her head, "Hey, I have nothing to say. My whole name is long too, why do you think I go by Sam?" C.J. nodded thoughtfully, "Well, Paul does call me Chris, and my uncle calls me Christy Ann." She crossed her eyes, making a frowny face that caused Daniel to choke on his beer.
It was Sunday morning and Sam and C.J. had finished a 3-mile run, and were standing in the kitchen gulping water. C.J. grimaced, "Now I remember why I hate to exercise." The phone rang; causing them both to jump like rabbits, then laugh slightly hysterically.
"Hello? Hi Paul, yeah she's right here. Hey, don't get snarky with me. Yeah yeah, apology accepted." Sam handed the phone to C.J. "I'm jumping in the shower." And she walked down the hallway.
"Hi Paulie, already alienating my roommate?" C.J. said sarcastically. "Why in the hell aren't you on base?" Paul snapped. "I've been worried sick, trying to track you down. I finally talked to Sgt. Jeffries who said you were staying at Sam's."
"Paul, I am only going to say this once. I am 26, not 6. I am an adult, capable of making my own decisions." And with that she banged the phone down. The phone rang again, and Sam answered again. "Mmhm. Yeah. We'll be careful. See you soon. Bye."
C.J. was taking off her tennis shoes, when Sam looked at her through her bedroom door, "Typical big brother." Sam smiled.
"When will he really realize that I can take care of myself?" C.J. groused.
"Never." Sam laughed.