Disclaimer: SG-1 and all those character are not mine. I merely play with
them.
I do, however, lay a claim to Shawn, Simon, Andrew, Devon, William, Sally, Gina, Shelly, Jean, Tom, Patricia, Gary, and all other people that I've made up in this story. These are my creations. If you want to use them, ask first! (although I honestly can't imagine why you would)
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"Rise and shine, Campers!" Sam's eyes flew open, and she sat up in her bed, certain that she had to be dreaming. Nope. No dream. It was, indeed, her commanding officer, and he was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, wearing jeans and a polo shirt and looking exactly like a cat that had swallowed the canary.
"What? What's going on? What are you doing here?" It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him, but it was a little unusual for him to come and wake her up in the morning. She felt a sudden flare of worry. "Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine, Carter," O'Neill assured her, grinning. "Get dressed, Daniel's making breakfast."
"Daniel's here?" She realized that she did smell bacon frying.
"Oh, yeah." He gave her an enigmatical grin and left her room, closing the door behind him to give her some privacy.
Sam stared at the door for a second, then heard something crash and break, and distinctly heard Daniel say something about not worry, he would replace it. She scrambled out of bed, wondering what in the world was going on. Sam threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, and then hurried out into the kitchen, just in time to see Teal'c drop an egg onto the floor.
"What are you doing?"
"We are making breakfast," Teal'c informed her, handing the other eggs to Daniel then grabbing a towel to clean up the mess he'd made.
"I meant, what are you guys doing here?"
"We have a new assignment," O'Neill said, coming into the kitchen to pull some plates from the cupboard so he could set the table.
"A new assignment?" Sam asked, catching an egg that was starting to roll off the counter. "What are you talking about?"
Daniel broke eggs into the pan he'd cooked the bacon in, prompting a loud sizzle and a puff of dark smoke.
"Told you the pan was too hot for eggs," Jack said, looking over his shoulder.
"So you did." Daniel turned down the temperature on the stove and blew on the eggs, as though hoping to cool them, coughing as the smoke continued to come pouring out of the pan.
"What are they talking about, Teal'c?" Sam asked, hoping someone was going to explain before she was forced to kick them all out of her house.
"We have been reassigned, temporarily," Teal'c said, handing Carter a carton of orange juice.
"Reassigned?"
"Indeed."
"To where? To what?" She had only just woken up, her kitchen was filled with black smoke and broken eggs, and the three men made it seem far to small and Sam felt she was entitled to be a little short-tempered. "Would you guys hold still and tell me what's going on?!"
"We're going to be camp counselors," Daniel told her, his eyes watering as smoke from the eggs wafted past.
"What?" She had to have heard him wrong, and she turned to O'Neill.
"Oh, no, it's not a bad dream, and it isn't a joke." He shrugged.
"Counselors?"
"At a camp, yes."
"Teal'c, too?"
"Uh huh."
"I have never been a counselor before, MajorCarter. Nor have I had opportunity to spend time with human children It should prove to be an interesting experience."
"Camp counselors?" She sat down and missed the chair she was aiming for, landing in a heap. Jack didn't laugh, although he was obviously enjoying her confusion; he just helped her up and made a show of positioning the chair just right for her before she sat down.
"Are you going to explain this?" She asked him, as Daniel put a plate of bacon and slightly burnt eggs in front of her, then another one in front of Teal'c, who sat down next to her.
"Sure." He realized he was pressing his luck, and that if he kept her in the dark much longer he was probably going to have her breakfast in his lap, so he sat down across from Teal'c. "Apparently, the powers that be have decided that SG-1 has been working too hard and needs a vacation."
"A vacation? Counseling?"
"Oh, there's more, Sam," Daniel said, bringing a plate of bacon over and sitting down as well. Obviously, he'd decided that his eggs were a little too burnt for consumption and had settled for just bacon and toast.
"More?"
"Well," O'Neill continued. "They seem to think that we're not very good at vacations. That every time we get one, we never do anything relaxing. So this time, they came up with a vacation for us."
"Camp counselors?"
"Yup. Good ole Camp Can'tGetAwayFromItNoMatterHowHardITriedToTalkThemOutOfIt. It's somewhere up in the mountains, I believe."
"What are we doing there?"
"We're counseling. Apparently one of the Joint Chiefs has a daughter that went there last year, who had the time of her life and has talked about nothing since. So, when they decided we needed a vacation, they decided that sending us to camp would be just as relaxing as allowing us to go wherever we want."
"You're serious?"
It was obvious from Daniel's expression that this wasn't a joke, but Sam was hoping anyways.
"Oh yeah." He scowled, but the day was too sunny and bright for him to really be in a bad mood, even with such an assignment. "Once we're done with breakfast, you need to pack up enough clothing for a week and then we'll be on our way."
"General Hammond agreed to this?"
"Uh huh. Insisted on it."
Sam looked down at her 'breakfast' and then at the rest of them. "I think I'll skip breakfast and just go pack. You guys go ahead and eat without me. I'll be right out."
"Don't forget your toothbrush."
"And bug spray."
"And suntan lotion."
Feeling very much like someone who was on her way to certain doom rather than someone who was merely going to camp for a week, Carter went down the hall and back to her room, wishing she'd have never given O'Neill a key to her house.
I do, however, lay a claim to Shawn, Simon, Andrew, Devon, William, Sally, Gina, Shelly, Jean, Tom, Patricia, Gary, and all other people that I've made up in this story. These are my creations. If you want to use them, ask first! (although I honestly can't imagine why you would)
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"Rise and shine, Campers!" Sam's eyes flew open, and she sat up in her bed, certain that she had to be dreaming. Nope. No dream. It was, indeed, her commanding officer, and he was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, wearing jeans and a polo shirt and looking exactly like a cat that had swallowed the canary.
"What? What's going on? What are you doing here?" It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him, but it was a little unusual for him to come and wake her up in the morning. She felt a sudden flare of worry. "Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine, Carter," O'Neill assured her, grinning. "Get dressed, Daniel's making breakfast."
"Daniel's here?" She realized that she did smell bacon frying.
"Oh, yeah." He gave her an enigmatical grin and left her room, closing the door behind him to give her some privacy.
Sam stared at the door for a second, then heard something crash and break, and distinctly heard Daniel say something about not worry, he would replace it. She scrambled out of bed, wondering what in the world was going on. Sam threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, and then hurried out into the kitchen, just in time to see Teal'c drop an egg onto the floor.
"What are you doing?"
"We are making breakfast," Teal'c informed her, handing the other eggs to Daniel then grabbing a towel to clean up the mess he'd made.
"I meant, what are you guys doing here?"
"We have a new assignment," O'Neill said, coming into the kitchen to pull some plates from the cupboard so he could set the table.
"A new assignment?" Sam asked, catching an egg that was starting to roll off the counter. "What are you talking about?"
Daniel broke eggs into the pan he'd cooked the bacon in, prompting a loud sizzle and a puff of dark smoke.
"Told you the pan was too hot for eggs," Jack said, looking over his shoulder.
"So you did." Daniel turned down the temperature on the stove and blew on the eggs, as though hoping to cool them, coughing as the smoke continued to come pouring out of the pan.
"What are they talking about, Teal'c?" Sam asked, hoping someone was going to explain before she was forced to kick them all out of her house.
"We have been reassigned, temporarily," Teal'c said, handing Carter a carton of orange juice.
"Reassigned?"
"Indeed."
"To where? To what?" She had only just woken up, her kitchen was filled with black smoke and broken eggs, and the three men made it seem far to small and Sam felt she was entitled to be a little short-tempered. "Would you guys hold still and tell me what's going on?!"
"We're going to be camp counselors," Daniel told her, his eyes watering as smoke from the eggs wafted past.
"What?" She had to have heard him wrong, and she turned to O'Neill.
"Oh, no, it's not a bad dream, and it isn't a joke." He shrugged.
"Counselors?"
"At a camp, yes."
"Teal'c, too?"
"Uh huh."
"I have never been a counselor before, MajorCarter. Nor have I had opportunity to spend time with human children It should prove to be an interesting experience."
"Camp counselors?" She sat down and missed the chair she was aiming for, landing in a heap. Jack didn't laugh, although he was obviously enjoying her confusion; he just helped her up and made a show of positioning the chair just right for her before she sat down.
"Are you going to explain this?" She asked him, as Daniel put a plate of bacon and slightly burnt eggs in front of her, then another one in front of Teal'c, who sat down next to her.
"Sure." He realized he was pressing his luck, and that if he kept her in the dark much longer he was probably going to have her breakfast in his lap, so he sat down across from Teal'c. "Apparently, the powers that be have decided that SG-1 has been working too hard and needs a vacation."
"A vacation? Counseling?"
"Oh, there's more, Sam," Daniel said, bringing a plate of bacon over and sitting down as well. Obviously, he'd decided that his eggs were a little too burnt for consumption and had settled for just bacon and toast.
"More?"
"Well," O'Neill continued. "They seem to think that we're not very good at vacations. That every time we get one, we never do anything relaxing. So this time, they came up with a vacation for us."
"Camp counselors?"
"Yup. Good ole Camp Can'tGetAwayFromItNoMatterHowHardITriedToTalkThemOutOfIt. It's somewhere up in the mountains, I believe."
"What are we doing there?"
"We're counseling. Apparently one of the Joint Chiefs has a daughter that went there last year, who had the time of her life and has talked about nothing since. So, when they decided we needed a vacation, they decided that sending us to camp would be just as relaxing as allowing us to go wherever we want."
"You're serious?"
It was obvious from Daniel's expression that this wasn't a joke, but Sam was hoping anyways.
"Oh yeah." He scowled, but the day was too sunny and bright for him to really be in a bad mood, even with such an assignment. "Once we're done with breakfast, you need to pack up enough clothing for a week and then we'll be on our way."
"General Hammond agreed to this?"
"Uh huh. Insisted on it."
Sam looked down at her 'breakfast' and then at the rest of them. "I think I'll skip breakfast and just go pack. You guys go ahead and eat without me. I'll be right out."
"Don't forget your toothbrush."
"And bug spray."
"And suntan lotion."
Feeling very much like someone who was on her way to certain doom rather than someone who was merely going to camp for a week, Carter went down the hall and back to her room, wishing she'd have never given O'Neill a key to her house.