Author's note: I wrote this one night while I was working on the original Campers! Story, then forgot about it until I was rummaging through files on my laptop and saw it and realized what it was. Since I'm not working on anything now, so it won't be a distraction, I thought I'd post it. This was inspired by the bar that opened up down the street from my house, and if the idea has already been done (which wouldn't surprise me) sorry! That said: enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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"Jack!"

O'Neill turned his head and looked behind him. Daniel was running down the corridor after him, and Jack stopped walking to give him a chance to catch up.

"What's up, Daniel?"

"Um... what are you doing?"

"Walking down the hall."

"I meant tonight."

"I figured I'd go home and watch the game. Why?"

"There's a new bar opening up. I drove by it on my way here this morning. Interested?"

"Sports bar?"

"No clue."

"Don't you have anything to do tonight?"

"No... not really. Interested?"

"Not really." He saw disappointment on Daniel's face and shrugged. "But I'll come anyways."

"Great." Daniel didn't want to go to a bar alone. He'd have asked Teal'c, but Teal'c was busy helping the medics that were studying Jaffa physiology, and Carter was off preparing a lecture on some far flung research project, and Daniel was half afraid if he asked her, she'd think he had plenty of free time and ask him to let her bounce her lecture off him. Which was not his idea of a fun time. "You want to meet there?"

"No, I'll pick you up. What time?"

"8:00?"

"Fine." That'd give him a chance to get a bite to eat first.

"Great. I'll see you then."

"Okay."

The bar was called the Shamrock. Which made Jack think that it was an Irish pub type of place. This could be promising. They pulled into the parking lot, and saw that there were a lot of cars. Apparently, he and Daniel weren't the only two that were trying out the new place. Jack parked, and he and Daniel walked down the five stairs that led to the main door. There was a bouncer there, checking IDs, but he eyed Jack and Daniel speculatively, and just waved them past. Jack figured he was watching for potential troublemakers, and knew that he and Daniel didn't look to pose much of a threat. If they'd brought Teal'c, on the other hand, they might have drawn a few more looks.

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The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Carter?"

"Colonel?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Oh yeah."

"What's up, Sir?" Carter asked. There had to be a reason for him to call this late, and Sam was anxious to get back to her notes if there wasn't.

"Daniel and I need a ride."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Where are you?"

"Um... at the police station."

"The police station?"

"Carter, just come get us." O'Neill sounded tired, and just a bit angry – although he was obviously trying to suppress it. "Please?"

"Yes, Sir. Which one?"

She heard him asking someone where he was, and heard a deep voice mumble a reply.

"The one on 5th and Washington."

"I'll be right there, Sir."

"Thanks." He hung up.

Carter stared at the phone for a moment, then shook her head and reached for her car keys.

Twenty minutes later, she was walking through the door, showing her military ID to the officer that was sitting behind the information booth. He waved her through the metal detector, and she headed down the hall, more than a little curious what was going on. She took only a few minutes to find the room that the information officer had sent her to, and rapped lightly on the door before opening it.

Jack was there, sitting on the edge of a desk. Holding an icepack against his jaw. Daniel was there as well. He was sitting in a chair, with his head in his hands. Sam saw that there was a bandage taped along the knuckles of one hand. O'Neill was talking to the officer that was sitting at the desk he was sitting on, and he looked up when the door opened.

"Sir?"

"Carter! Good." Jack jumped off the desk, reached over and grabbed the back of Daniel's shirt collar and pulled him to his feet.

"Come on, Daniel. Time to go home."

Jackson looked at Sam, and Carter noticed he had a bruise forming on his cheek.

"Sam. Hi."

"Hi, Daniel. Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Daniel looked at Jack, who was scowling. "For now, anyways."

"Good meeting you, Colonel," the officer called as Jack led the two of them out the door. Jack waved, but didn't turn around. He just walked towards the door, and Carter could tell by the way he was walking that he really was angry.

Sam didn't have to show them where she parked. Her car was right out front. O'Neill didn't say anything as he walked over and got into the passenger seat. He just put on his seatbelt and looked straight ahead. Sam opened the back door for Daniel, and then got behind the wheel.

"Home, Sir?"

"No. We have to go pick up my truck. At the Shamrock. You know where it is?"

Sam shook her head.

"Head for Daniel's place. It's on the left side of the road, right up from there."

Carter pulled out onto the street.

"The Shamrock, huh?"

"Yup."

"New place?"

"Yup."

"Nice place?"

Daniel coughed from the seat behind her, and Sam looked in the rearview mirror at him. He was making a slashing motion against his throat, obviously telling her to change the subject. Carter's curiosity was piqued, though, and she figured if she was going to come out in the middle of the night and get them, the least they could do was tell her what happened.

"Sir? Nice place?"

Daniel scowled and Jack sighed.

"It's a gay bar, Carter."

"Really? Then why – I mean... well... what were... um..."

"We didn't KNOW it was a gay bar." He looked back at Daniel, suddenly. "We didn't, did we?" He asked, suddenly needing to make sure.

"No. I didn't know. I just saw it was a new place and thought we could check it out."

O'Neill turned back to Carter.

"We didn't know."

"So... you went to the gay bar, and...?"

"And some guy started hitting on Daniel. Or flirting with him. Something."

"Oh."

Sam looked at Daniel in the rearview mirror again, and he rubbed his face tiredly.

"What happened then?" Obviously that wasn't the end of the story.

"The guy's... friend... didn't like him being so close to me," Daniel said. "And he made sure I was well aware of it."

"He sucker punched Daniel." Jack said.

"And Jack went ballistic."

Sam could believe that. O'Neill's temper was legendary, but so was his protectiveness when it came to the members of his team. Add them together and it was a recipe for a bad evening.

"What did he do?"

"Started a brawl. A brawl that will never be forgotten, I'm sure. Jack hit the guy. The guy dropped, and the first guy called for help. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that. I remember one of the bouncers was pretty big, though."

"You shouldn't have hit him." Jack said.

"You hit the bouncer?" Sam asked, looking at Daniel again. He nodded, but shrugged.

"I didn't know he was a bouncer until he told me. He just came rushing up with the rest of the crowd, and I was a little dazed."

"A lot dazed."

"Then what happened?"

"The cops came. Took everyone to the station and started sorting things out."

"Were you arrested?"

"Nah, we didn't start the fight."

"We can't go back, though."

"No. They put a no trespass order on us."

Sam smiled, and O'Neill scowled.

"It's not funny, Carter."

"No, Sir." Oh, it was funny, and Sam couldn't wait to tell Teal'c. Jack scowled again.

"There it is," Daniel said, pointing. Carter pulled into the parking lot, and Jack got out of the car.

"You want me to take Daniel home?" Carter asked.

"Yes!" This was from Daniel, not Jack.

"Yeah, go ahead. He needs to figure out how to explain to General Hammond the phone call from the manager of the bar that Hammond's going to get in the morning."

Daniel sighed, closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat. He was so doomed.