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4 Days - day 1
Jack drew a smiley face on the steamed up glass of the passenger door. Then he changed it to a sad face, just as there was an earth-shattering sneeze from behind him.
"Will someone PLEASE give me a flack jacket here!" he exclaimed turning around to see Teal'c in the throes of sneeze recovery.
" I bet you miss ol' junior now that you're like us ordinary folks".
"O'Neill, you appear to miss my symbiote more than I possibly could: you mention it more than anyone else ".
Daniel, sitting beside Teal'c leaned over and handed him a handkerchief.
"Here, Teal'c you need to err, y'know.."
"Thank you Daniel Jackson", and he smiled slightly, accepting the gift with dignity, and blew his nose very loudly whilst looking at O'Neill with disdain.
"As a matter of fact you've both raised an interesting point there," Daniel paused as if expecting them to consider very carefully what he was about to say, "Janet feels that perhaps with the help of the tratonin your own immune system may be attempting to reassert itself." Realising that only Teal'c had turned to listen, he continued with a shrug: "either that or it just doesn't give you the 100% immunity that we thought it would."
He patted a sniffley Teal'c on the shoulder, in consolation:
"Janet says you're still stronger than all of us put together."
"Speak for yourself," a miserable sounding Colonel muttered from the front.
After the last mission, Jack had hoped for a leisurely break, maybe take in a bit of fishing, bit of walking, bit of flirting..but Teal'c had come down with Carter's 'flu. Not 'flu per se, but a god awful cold that was threatening to make this vacation "All About T".
Jack was generous: he would die for his team if the circumstances really demanded it, but he was not pleased when a plan did not come together. He was hoping that he and Sam could take some strolls together and talk about strategy, tactics and whatever had happened on the last, brief mission, and Daniel would keep Teal'c occupied with fishing and more likely eating. Danny, if he recalled correctly, had a big appetite when they were out in the open air, and Teal'cs was legendary.
The Doc had let Teal'c go with them feeling that he would be okay in a couple of days, and neither Jack nor Daniel were showing signs of catching anything. She had convinced the General, after Jack had cornered her against the cardio stimulator, using strong words and threatening body language, that it was in all of their best interests if SG1 stood down for a few days.
The threat of the Colonel in her infirmary for a week was not a prospect she relished. He had a reputation for being the worst patient they ever had.
An hour before, when Sam had taken over the "command chair" as the Colonel liked to call it, of his 4 wheel drive, she had to slap his hand away from the radio as she preferred to drive without noise, and he preferred one of his local stations. He had been sulking since then. Jack was a big kid when he didn't get what he wanted and he knew it. So did Sam, and she had to put up with his constant fidgeting.
"Are we there yet?"
"You should know Jack, it's your cabin," Daniel let himself sigh as he cleaned his steamed up glasses on his fleece. With the rain outside, and Teal'cs cold inside it wouldn't be long before he would feel the onset of something horrible, and he just hoped it wouldn't be in the car.
" I was just making conversation."
"In answer to your question Sir, here's your turnoff", Sam indicated left and they pulled off the main highway.
He leant over to her and whispered, "Jack".
"What?"
"Jack, it's my name. Vacation, four days without the S word Carter".
"In that case, Jack," she smiled, "You can call me Major."
"Yes funny ha ha."
They pulled up five minutes later in front of the cabin, and all of them grumbled at the weather as they got out, carrying bags and Teal'c. Somehow Jack managed to not carry anything as usual and bounced up to the door in exaggerated excitement on getting a beer, and looked befuddled at the key fob that Carter had given back to him.
"Crap. Where the hell.. Ah" and stepped off the porch mat, looked under it, and brandished the front door key. Daniel dropped four bags right by his side and shook himself like a dog in Jack's general direction,
"Hey.." Jack backed away, getting even wetter than he was before.
"That, Jack, was for not carrying anything."
A bemused Daniel watched Jack open the door.
"Glad to see that you're security conscious," referring to the key.
"Well, who's gonna break in up here, Bigfoot?"
Jack moved inside putting some lights on, without picking up any bags.
Daniel muttered to himself as he picked them up again, whilst Sam walked arm in arm up the creaky wooden steps with Teal'c, who was obviously suffering something of a headache and aching limbs.
"Welcome to my humble abode, campers. Who's for a beer?"
"Yep," from Daniel, then a muffled "Please, Sir.. Jack" from Sam, and Teal'c said nothing as he fell face first onto Jack's bed, and nearly unconscious on the spot with fatigue.
As Sam appeared back into the main room, she gestured towards the bedroom,
"I don't think we'll be seeing him for the rest of the evening. Poor guy, it's such a shock for him, he's not used to alien invaders - in his body at least" - she smiled to herself.
Jack and Daniel just stared at her.
"Well, aren't I allowed to make even small jokes?"
Jack grimaced and nodded, "Yes, Carter, it was very small."
An hour later, fire lit, wet clothes drying, Daniel foraging in the fridge, Jack nursed his beer looking into the fire. Sam came back from the bedroom, after checking out Teal'c again, and sat down on the couch opposite Jack's easy chair. Surprised to see him in a pensive mood, she tried to lighten the atmosphere again.
"He's asleep."
"Eh?"
Jack looked up and smiled,
"T. Snuggled up to your bear."
"Ah, you found George."
"George! You have a bear named after the General. Wait - you have a bear!?" Sam dramatically exclaimed.
"He was Charlie's".
"Oh, Jack, I'm sorry..", Sam looked down, thinking what to say next
"No, it's alright. I called him George 'cos the stuffing is all mushed about around his.." Jack gestured to his stomach, and Sam smiled, "Yes, I can imagine the resemblance now."
"Charlie, had called him Charlie." Jack leant forward smiling: reminiscing did not cause him pain the way it used to. "All his toys from when he was 3 or 4 were called Charlie. Sarah's still got a box full she can't part with."
"Last time I was there that is", he added.
Sam wasn't sure whether it was for her benefit or not.
"Had an ego like his old man," he murmured to himself.
Jack took another swig from his beer, as Daniel reappeared from behind the fridge door with a chicken leg in his mouth, a pack of processed cheese squares in one hand, and a loaf of bread in the other. He shut the fridge door with his head.
Jack nodded at him, "Glad to see that head's good for something".
Daniel replied not making too much sense behind the chicken leg until he put something down.
" I said, who would like a cheese sandwich? Your friend who stocked the fridge didn't supply us with too much choice Jack."
"I didn't give Josie too much notice this time."
"Josie?" Sam inquired,
"My neighbour - 10 clicks east. Does me a favour now and then".
"Oh." Sam took another drink from her bottle. She felt a bit strange not knowing simple things about this man, such as who his off base friends were, what music he liked to listen to, and whether Josie was a twenty five year old blonde with assets she didn't have.
Doorstep cheese sandwiches now made, both Jack and Daniel chewed thoughtfully on some cold dogs they had found in a tin. Sam watched them in wonder, and was about to comment on their diet when a very pale Teal'c walked stiffly through the main room to the bathroom.
After he had passed and the bathroom door quietly shut, Jack commented, "That doesn't look too good".
Ten minutes later, he walked back out, nodded to them and proceeded back to the bedroom.
"He is so not going to be fishing tomorrow" Jack muttered.
"Lucky s.o.b." Daniel said under his breath, as he took the plates to the sink.
"Hey.. you can have the bottom bunk for that."
"What was that you said Jack - you have bunks?" Daniel put on a wistful face, the result of a bunk bed deprived childhood, as he came back from the kitchen, "Please can I sleep on top can I please..?"
Jack turned to Sam who was laughing, "You did NOT hear that Carter."
"OK, top bunk, Jack - gods forbid that we'd put your sexuality in question here.." Daniel knew what was best for him as he ran back down the corridor away from a Jack propelled cushion.
Turning back to a red faced Carter, who was having as good a laugh as she'd had in a long time.
"Don't know what you're laughing at Major, you're sleeping in with T."
"What!"
It was Jack's turn to snigger now. "No it's OK, you can sleep in here, on the couch. It's really fine - I've fallen asleep here loads of times myself. T would only hog the bed anyway." Jack took Sam's empty bottle from her, and waved it, "Want another one?"
"No thanks, .. Jack! Past my bed time".
For some reason the flirting area of Jack's brain thought that now was a good time to go into action.
Right eyebrow raised, ( Jack could now master this after many minutes of study with Teal'c), smirk, then, "I guess you mean sleep?".
Sam looked at him strangely as she got up to get her pack, "Ye-es, Sir, what else do you mean Colonel? Sir?"smiling.
" I love it when you get all majorly on me Major," and the two of them shared a moment where they just grinned at one another.
Jack broke it when he cleared is throat, and indicated towards the linen cupboard, "Err, Sam you'll find everything you need in here. Don't forget if you find any money down the side of the couch it's mine. If you find anything green, that's mine as well. Just leave it - it might bite back". He headed off to get stuff from his room, trying not to wake Teal'c, and she busied herself with an "Eeeugh", shake of her head, and her bed preparations.
Spoilers - None
4 Days - day 1
Jack drew a smiley face on the steamed up glass of the passenger door. Then he changed it to a sad face, just as there was an earth-shattering sneeze from behind him.
"Will someone PLEASE give me a flack jacket here!" he exclaimed turning around to see Teal'c in the throes of sneeze recovery.
" I bet you miss ol' junior now that you're like us ordinary folks".
"O'Neill, you appear to miss my symbiote more than I possibly could: you mention it more than anyone else ".
Daniel, sitting beside Teal'c leaned over and handed him a handkerchief.
"Here, Teal'c you need to err, y'know.."
"Thank you Daniel Jackson", and he smiled slightly, accepting the gift with dignity, and blew his nose very loudly whilst looking at O'Neill with disdain.
"As a matter of fact you've both raised an interesting point there," Daniel paused as if expecting them to consider very carefully what he was about to say, "Janet feels that perhaps with the help of the tratonin your own immune system may be attempting to reassert itself." Realising that only Teal'c had turned to listen, he continued with a shrug: "either that or it just doesn't give you the 100% immunity that we thought it would."
He patted a sniffley Teal'c on the shoulder, in consolation:
"Janet says you're still stronger than all of us put together."
"Speak for yourself," a miserable sounding Colonel muttered from the front.
After the last mission, Jack had hoped for a leisurely break, maybe take in a bit of fishing, bit of walking, bit of flirting..but Teal'c had come down with Carter's 'flu. Not 'flu per se, but a god awful cold that was threatening to make this vacation "All About T".
Jack was generous: he would die for his team if the circumstances really demanded it, but he was not pleased when a plan did not come together. He was hoping that he and Sam could take some strolls together and talk about strategy, tactics and whatever had happened on the last, brief mission, and Daniel would keep Teal'c occupied with fishing and more likely eating. Danny, if he recalled correctly, had a big appetite when they were out in the open air, and Teal'cs was legendary.
The Doc had let Teal'c go with them feeling that he would be okay in a couple of days, and neither Jack nor Daniel were showing signs of catching anything. She had convinced the General, after Jack had cornered her against the cardio stimulator, using strong words and threatening body language, that it was in all of their best interests if SG1 stood down for a few days.
The threat of the Colonel in her infirmary for a week was not a prospect she relished. He had a reputation for being the worst patient they ever had.
An hour before, when Sam had taken over the "command chair" as the Colonel liked to call it, of his 4 wheel drive, she had to slap his hand away from the radio as she preferred to drive without noise, and he preferred one of his local stations. He had been sulking since then. Jack was a big kid when he didn't get what he wanted and he knew it. So did Sam, and she had to put up with his constant fidgeting.
"Are we there yet?"
"You should know Jack, it's your cabin," Daniel let himself sigh as he cleaned his steamed up glasses on his fleece. With the rain outside, and Teal'cs cold inside it wouldn't be long before he would feel the onset of something horrible, and he just hoped it wouldn't be in the car.
" I was just making conversation."
"In answer to your question Sir, here's your turnoff", Sam indicated left and they pulled off the main highway.
He leant over to her and whispered, "Jack".
"What?"
"Jack, it's my name. Vacation, four days without the S word Carter".
"In that case, Jack," she smiled, "You can call me Major."
"Yes funny ha ha."
They pulled up five minutes later in front of the cabin, and all of them grumbled at the weather as they got out, carrying bags and Teal'c. Somehow Jack managed to not carry anything as usual and bounced up to the door in exaggerated excitement on getting a beer, and looked befuddled at the key fob that Carter had given back to him.
"Crap. Where the hell.. Ah" and stepped off the porch mat, looked under it, and brandished the front door key. Daniel dropped four bags right by his side and shook himself like a dog in Jack's general direction,
"Hey.." Jack backed away, getting even wetter than he was before.
"That, Jack, was for not carrying anything."
A bemused Daniel watched Jack open the door.
"Glad to see that you're security conscious," referring to the key.
"Well, who's gonna break in up here, Bigfoot?"
Jack moved inside putting some lights on, without picking up any bags.
Daniel muttered to himself as he picked them up again, whilst Sam walked arm in arm up the creaky wooden steps with Teal'c, who was obviously suffering something of a headache and aching limbs.
"Welcome to my humble abode, campers. Who's for a beer?"
"Yep," from Daniel, then a muffled "Please, Sir.. Jack" from Sam, and Teal'c said nothing as he fell face first onto Jack's bed, and nearly unconscious on the spot with fatigue.
As Sam appeared back into the main room, she gestured towards the bedroom,
"I don't think we'll be seeing him for the rest of the evening. Poor guy, it's such a shock for him, he's not used to alien invaders - in his body at least" - she smiled to herself.
Jack and Daniel just stared at her.
"Well, aren't I allowed to make even small jokes?"
Jack grimaced and nodded, "Yes, Carter, it was very small."
An hour later, fire lit, wet clothes drying, Daniel foraging in the fridge, Jack nursed his beer looking into the fire. Sam came back from the bedroom, after checking out Teal'c again, and sat down on the couch opposite Jack's easy chair. Surprised to see him in a pensive mood, she tried to lighten the atmosphere again.
"He's asleep."
"Eh?"
Jack looked up and smiled,
"T. Snuggled up to your bear."
"Ah, you found George."
"George! You have a bear named after the General. Wait - you have a bear!?" Sam dramatically exclaimed.
"He was Charlie's".
"Oh, Jack, I'm sorry..", Sam looked down, thinking what to say next
"No, it's alright. I called him George 'cos the stuffing is all mushed about around his.." Jack gestured to his stomach, and Sam smiled, "Yes, I can imagine the resemblance now."
"Charlie, had called him Charlie." Jack leant forward smiling: reminiscing did not cause him pain the way it used to. "All his toys from when he was 3 or 4 were called Charlie. Sarah's still got a box full she can't part with."
"Last time I was there that is", he added.
Sam wasn't sure whether it was for her benefit or not.
"Had an ego like his old man," he murmured to himself.
Jack took another swig from his beer, as Daniel reappeared from behind the fridge door with a chicken leg in his mouth, a pack of processed cheese squares in one hand, and a loaf of bread in the other. He shut the fridge door with his head.
Jack nodded at him, "Glad to see that head's good for something".
Daniel replied not making too much sense behind the chicken leg until he put something down.
" I said, who would like a cheese sandwich? Your friend who stocked the fridge didn't supply us with too much choice Jack."
"I didn't give Josie too much notice this time."
"Josie?" Sam inquired,
"My neighbour - 10 clicks east. Does me a favour now and then".
"Oh." Sam took another drink from her bottle. She felt a bit strange not knowing simple things about this man, such as who his off base friends were, what music he liked to listen to, and whether Josie was a twenty five year old blonde with assets she didn't have.
Doorstep cheese sandwiches now made, both Jack and Daniel chewed thoughtfully on some cold dogs they had found in a tin. Sam watched them in wonder, and was about to comment on their diet when a very pale Teal'c walked stiffly through the main room to the bathroom.
After he had passed and the bathroom door quietly shut, Jack commented, "That doesn't look too good".
Ten minutes later, he walked back out, nodded to them and proceeded back to the bedroom.
"He is so not going to be fishing tomorrow" Jack muttered.
"Lucky s.o.b." Daniel said under his breath, as he took the plates to the sink.
"Hey.. you can have the bottom bunk for that."
"What was that you said Jack - you have bunks?" Daniel put on a wistful face, the result of a bunk bed deprived childhood, as he came back from the kitchen, "Please can I sleep on top can I please..?"
Jack turned to Sam who was laughing, "You did NOT hear that Carter."
"OK, top bunk, Jack - gods forbid that we'd put your sexuality in question here.." Daniel knew what was best for him as he ran back down the corridor away from a Jack propelled cushion.
Turning back to a red faced Carter, who was having as good a laugh as she'd had in a long time.
"Don't know what you're laughing at Major, you're sleeping in with T."
"What!"
It was Jack's turn to snigger now. "No it's OK, you can sleep in here, on the couch. It's really fine - I've fallen asleep here loads of times myself. T would only hog the bed anyway." Jack took Sam's empty bottle from her, and waved it, "Want another one?"
"No thanks, .. Jack! Past my bed time".
For some reason the flirting area of Jack's brain thought that now was a good time to go into action.
Right eyebrow raised, ( Jack could now master this after many minutes of study with Teal'c), smirk, then, "I guess you mean sleep?".
Sam looked at him strangely as she got up to get her pack, "Ye-es, Sir, what else do you mean Colonel? Sir?"smiling.
" I love it when you get all majorly on me Major," and the two of them shared a moment where they just grinned at one another.
Jack broke it when he cleared is throat, and indicated towards the linen cupboard, "Err, Sam you'll find everything you need in here. Don't forget if you find any money down the side of the couch it's mine. If you find anything green, that's mine as well. Just leave it - it might bite back". He headed off to get stuff from his room, trying not to wake Teal'c, and she busied herself with an "Eeeugh", shake of her head, and her bed preparations.