"Come in its open." Jack yelled a couple of days later at the knock on the
door.
"Hey." Daniel said as he pushed the door open. He smiled as he saw Sam was curled up under a blanket on the couch with her head on a cushion on Jack's lap.
"Hey. Thanks for doing this."
"How's she doing?" Daniel asked as he laid his jacket down on a chair.
"She's spent most of her time asleep. But she's good about not scratching." Jack eased himself out of his position and stretched. "And her temperature is only mild. She should be fine while I'm gone."
"Okay. You'd better go and get changed; you don't want to be late for the funeral."
"Thanks Daniel."
~
Sam yawned and sat up, ruffling her hair back into place.
"Back to the land of the living I see." Daniel said looking up from the book he was reading.
"Hey Daniel, the Colonel left already?"
"About twenty minutes ago."
"Did you bring my laptop?" She asked.
"It's on the table. You know you're allowed to take time off when you're sick."
"Daniel, I'm fine honestly. Besides which I'm getting behind, I've worked the grand total of six days this month. I think I should do something to earn my pay check."
"You saved the rest of us from putting up with Jack when he was sick, you fixed a problem with the gate, you saved Jack from those Jaffa and you made sure we all weren't stuck on a planet with electrical storms I think that should be enough to earn your pay check."
"Umm." She pushed off the blanket and stood up.
"You don't look very spotty like Jack did." Daniel pointed out.
"I only have fourteen chicken pox spots. Two on each leg, three on my back and these." She lifted up the bottom of her tank top to show a perfect circle of seven chicken pox on her stomach. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Should you be drinking coffee aren't you supposed to be getting rest?"
"Daniel, I've had more sleep in the past three days than I've had in the last three months."
"Okay. Coffee would be great." Daniel said. "But let me get it."
"I'm up." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Sit, read and fluff up the cushions the Colonel hates it when I do that."
"Sam, you can call him Jack when I'm around."
"Sorry force of habit."
"So is he really as difficult to live with as he is on missions?" Daniel asked.
"No, not when he listens to me. When he's being pigheaded and stubborn I just throw a cushion at him."
"Or have a paint fight?" Daniel offered.
"He wasn't being stubborn then, just insulting about my choice of paint." Sam called from the kitchen.
"He managed to get enough of it in his hair."
"He backed into the wall, which meant we had to repaint it. Coffee." Sam said as she came back. "So what gossip am I missing at the base?"
"Not much. But I was talking to Siler and he mention he'd heard Jack had an idea about a thirty foot Homer Simpson?"
"Do you remember when we projected Apophois to convince those soldiers / Jaffa whatever that he was really dead?"
"Sure."
"When we got back he asked me if I could reprogram it? When I asked him why he said he wanted to project a Homer Simpson to distract the Jaffa, when I pushed him on it, he wanted to put it in the gate room so when in we were in the middle of a briefing and someone mentioned the something he disagreed with he could light it up and it could say Doh! And scare the hell out of everyone. I had to politely point out that General Hammond wouldn't be impressed."
"I can see why you wouldn't help."
~
"Hey how did..?" Sam asked as Jack came through the door, the look on his face stopped her. "Oh come here." Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her into a hug. Jack wrapped her arms around her waist and lent his head against her shoulder.
"Maybe I should leave." Daniel said shifting uncomfortably.
"No you don't Daniel." Sam said. "Call Teal'c. We're taking you up on the rain check for a team night." Jack nodded into her shoulder before letting her go. "We'll be back in a few minutes I need to get dressed and Jack needs to change."
"Okay. Do you have a preference on what you want me to get Teal'c to pick up on the way over?"
"Chinese or pizza or both. The numbers are on speed dial. Call in the order and get him to pick them up. I'll give him the money when he gets here." Sam said as she took Jack's hand and led him towards his bedroom.
When they came back Jack was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt and a checked shirt. Sam had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a fitted blue t-shirt.
"Teal'c coming?" Sam asked as they sat on the couch. She pulled the blanket over her legs.
"He'll be here in thirty minutes. You okay Jack?" Asked as Jack was unremarkably quiet.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Was she good while I was out?" Sam glared at Daniel.
"Perfect angel, but would you expect anything else?"
"Now why don't you believe that?"
"Because you're too suspicious for your own good?" Sam offered.
TBC
"Hey." Daniel said as he pushed the door open. He smiled as he saw Sam was curled up under a blanket on the couch with her head on a cushion on Jack's lap.
"Hey. Thanks for doing this."
"How's she doing?" Daniel asked as he laid his jacket down on a chair.
"She's spent most of her time asleep. But she's good about not scratching." Jack eased himself out of his position and stretched. "And her temperature is only mild. She should be fine while I'm gone."
"Okay. You'd better go and get changed; you don't want to be late for the funeral."
"Thanks Daniel."
~
Sam yawned and sat up, ruffling her hair back into place.
"Back to the land of the living I see." Daniel said looking up from the book he was reading.
"Hey Daniel, the Colonel left already?"
"About twenty minutes ago."
"Did you bring my laptop?" She asked.
"It's on the table. You know you're allowed to take time off when you're sick."
"Daniel, I'm fine honestly. Besides which I'm getting behind, I've worked the grand total of six days this month. I think I should do something to earn my pay check."
"You saved the rest of us from putting up with Jack when he was sick, you fixed a problem with the gate, you saved Jack from those Jaffa and you made sure we all weren't stuck on a planet with electrical storms I think that should be enough to earn your pay check."
"Umm." She pushed off the blanket and stood up.
"You don't look very spotty like Jack did." Daniel pointed out.
"I only have fourteen chicken pox spots. Two on each leg, three on my back and these." She lifted up the bottom of her tank top to show a perfect circle of seven chicken pox on her stomach. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Should you be drinking coffee aren't you supposed to be getting rest?"
"Daniel, I've had more sleep in the past three days than I've had in the last three months."
"Okay. Coffee would be great." Daniel said. "But let me get it."
"I'm up." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Sit, read and fluff up the cushions the Colonel hates it when I do that."
"Sam, you can call him Jack when I'm around."
"Sorry force of habit."
"So is he really as difficult to live with as he is on missions?" Daniel asked.
"No, not when he listens to me. When he's being pigheaded and stubborn I just throw a cushion at him."
"Or have a paint fight?" Daniel offered.
"He wasn't being stubborn then, just insulting about my choice of paint." Sam called from the kitchen.
"He managed to get enough of it in his hair."
"He backed into the wall, which meant we had to repaint it. Coffee." Sam said as she came back. "So what gossip am I missing at the base?"
"Not much. But I was talking to Siler and he mention he'd heard Jack had an idea about a thirty foot Homer Simpson?"
"Do you remember when we projected Apophois to convince those soldiers / Jaffa whatever that he was really dead?"
"Sure."
"When we got back he asked me if I could reprogram it? When I asked him why he said he wanted to project a Homer Simpson to distract the Jaffa, when I pushed him on it, he wanted to put it in the gate room so when in we were in the middle of a briefing and someone mentioned the something he disagreed with he could light it up and it could say Doh! And scare the hell out of everyone. I had to politely point out that General Hammond wouldn't be impressed."
"I can see why you wouldn't help."
~
"Hey how did..?" Sam asked as Jack came through the door, the look on his face stopped her. "Oh come here." Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her into a hug. Jack wrapped her arms around her waist and lent his head against her shoulder.
"Maybe I should leave." Daniel said shifting uncomfortably.
"No you don't Daniel." Sam said. "Call Teal'c. We're taking you up on the rain check for a team night." Jack nodded into her shoulder before letting her go. "We'll be back in a few minutes I need to get dressed and Jack needs to change."
"Okay. Do you have a preference on what you want me to get Teal'c to pick up on the way over?"
"Chinese or pizza or both. The numbers are on speed dial. Call in the order and get him to pick them up. I'll give him the money when he gets here." Sam said as she took Jack's hand and led him towards his bedroom.
When they came back Jack was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt and a checked shirt. Sam had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a fitted blue t-shirt.
"Teal'c coming?" Sam asked as they sat on the couch. She pulled the blanket over her legs.
"He'll be here in thirty minutes. You okay Jack?" Asked as Jack was unremarkably quiet.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Was she good while I was out?" Sam glared at Daniel.
"Perfect angel, but would you expect anything else?"
"Now why don't you believe that?"
"Because you're too suspicious for your own good?" Sam offered.
TBC