A/N: Ok, here is the eighth chapter….running out of ideas here! I thought about taking them out of the mountain, but it is proving to be too difficult….I think they will just have to stay here and the story will have to end soon. R&R and gifts are always accepted!
Three hours later, Sam had dismissed her remaining assistant when they started singing to themselves, "The nutbolts connected to the metal piece, the metal piece is connected to the twirley piece, the twirley piece is connected to the glowy bulb, which causes a Naquada reaction!" She sat, working on her report when she heard a soft voice talking. She focused hard on it and was surprised to find that it was the Colonel's. He was talking quietly to himself about something. Sam strained to hear him and was humored to find that he was thinking about his report.
* Mission objective…find stuff…Orders? Lets see…Orders: Do not get shot at. Orders were not complied with. Mission was a failure…Doctor Jackson was not killed again, however…Major Carter looked veeery nice in her tight T-shirt…no, cant put that in there…..backspace, backspace, back back back……Thank God this isn't due till tomorrow. Hammond will be so proud. Too bad he doesn't know about me actually doing my reports on time and just forgetting to turn them in….I wonder if he reads these anyway….I wonder if he would notice if I put that comment about Sam's body in here….mmmm…Sam's body….Sam in that cute little tank-top number…hehe….* Jack rambled, not knowing that the object of his fantasies could hear him. Apparently, Sam wasn't the only one, though.
* Jack, could you keep your thoughts of Sam to yourself, please? * Daniel asked mentally, amused. Sam and Jack both sat up quickly.
* You heard that?!* Jack asked.
* Yep! And don't think that I wont use this as blackmail against you, Jack. I am sure Sam would LOVE to hear this! * Daniel threatened victoriously.
* Actually, Daniel, I did hear him.* Sam confessed, then smiled at Jack's mental groan.
* Oh boy. Sorry, Carter. Didn't know that you could hear me from there already.* Jack apologized, completely embarrassed.
*That is ok, sir. I didn't mind TOO much. * she said, chagrined.
* How sweet. * Daniel said, dryly, and Sam and Jack unconsciously ducked their heads with a grin.
*Teal'c, can you hear us? * Jack asked, deciding to test the boundaries.
*Indeed, I can, O'Neill. * the Jaffa answered shortly.
* What is wrong with you, Teal'c?* Sam asked.
* I cannot kel-no-reem due to the excessive thoughts being said around me. * Teal'c replied.
* Sorry, Teal'c. * Daniel said.
* It is fine, Daniel Jackson. Also, I must warn you to avoid the female guard on level 7, I believe she wants to…fornicate with you. * Teal'c said. Daniel choked on his coffee.
Jack made his way to Sam's lab, slowing as he heard music blaring from that end of the hall. He entered slowly and grinned. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched as his 2IC worked on a Naquada reactor while listening to some music on her stereo. He almost laughed as she started screwing something in, her wrist flicking in beat with the music booming behind her. As the song winded down, Jack cleared his throat, catching Sam's attention.
"Oh, sorry, sir. I didn't hear you come in." she said, pausing the CD.
"It's ok. Actually, that is a good idea." Jack said and Sam smiled at him
"Thank you, sir. I …" she paused to listen for a moment and laughed. "I think Daniel came up with the same idea." She said and she and Jack listened to the archaeologist sing to himself. The irony didn't slip by them as the words to "Walk Like and Egyptian" rolled through their heads.
"Anyway, did you need anything, sir?" Sam asked. Jack shook his head.
"No, I just wanted to drop by and see why you were so quiet, Carter. Teal'c is finally able to do his kel-no-reem thing now that everyone had left the base, and you and Daniel are working, so I am going to hit the hay." He said. Sam nodded in response and Jack headed out of the room. He stopped at the door and turned.
*Wanna join me? * he asked slyly, and they both smiled.
"Goodnight, sir." Sam replied. Jack shrugged good-naturedly and left. * Someday, Jack….Someday. *
The next morning, the team met to eat breakfast together.
"Siler hurt himself again." Jack announced as he sat down.
"We know, we heard. Janet should have her diagnosis any mo…" Daniel said and paused as they heard Janet thinking to herself.
* Another broken toe. Really should take that wrench from him. * she thought and the team chuckled.
"So, how did everyone sleep last night?" Jack asked, digging into his cereal.
"Well, I had some interesting dreams. Which one of you dreamed about being at work naked?" Sam asked, accusingly. Daniel cleared his throat.
"Ah, sorry. I had a nightmare. It was from that level 5 guard, I think." Daniel replied, both guilty and embarrassed. Sam nodded and turned to Jack.
"Oh, and sir? With all due respect, could you please keep Janet out of your dreams?" she asked.
"That was also me…. Sorry." Daniel coughed out, turning even redder.
"Why did you think it was me?" Jack asked, genuinely surprised.
"She was wearing a hockey jersey over her lab coat." Sam replied. Jack ducked his head, grinning.
"Our dreams must mix together, since we can hear each other. Oh, and don't get snooty with us, Sam. The fact that you dream about Naquada just proves that you really should get out more." Daniel replied, finishing his waffle. Sam's grin vaporized at the admonition.
"Sorry about that." She apologized and continued eating.
"Teal'c, do you ever dream?" Jack asked, turning to his silent friend.
"Indeed, I do, O'Neill." The Jaffa replied.
"Was that you who dreamed about Star Wars?"
"I believe so.' Teal'c said with a small, minute smile. Sam and Daniel smiled and shook their heads,
" Here comes the General. He sounds mad." Daniel pointed out. The other three listened as they heard their commander rant as he rode down the elevator. About five minutes later, the said General walked into the commissary and made a beeline for the coffee.
* If that man hurts himself one more time, I think I will have him shot myself * he ranted mentally, then cursed. * No coffee. Doctor Jackson must have already been here. Jerk took all the coffee. *
"Gee, thanks General. Glad to know how loved I am around here!" Daniel said and the General froze. He slowly turned around and the team couldn't help but laugh at his blushing.
"Sorry, Doctor Jackson." Hammond said with an apologetic look. Daniel just chuckled.
"No hard feeling, sir." Daniel replied and moved to let the General sit down, showing his forgiveness. George took the offered seat and looked at his bedraggled team.
"Not going away?" he asked needlessly.
"Nope. In fact, it is getting worse." Jack said. Hammond shook his head sorrowfully.
"So, what, you can hear everyone now?" he asked, becoming slightly intrigued. The team nodded.
"Everyone on base now, sir." Sam answered and paused. "Lieutenant Harris is looking for you, sir." She informed him.
"What does he want?" Sam and the other three listened for a moment.
"Well, aside from wanting to date the nurse currently on duty, he wants you to sign some papers." Jack said, grinning as his CO rolled his eyes.
* A General's work is never done. * he thought to himself and made his way out of the commissary.
Three hours later, Sam had dismissed her remaining assistant when they started singing to themselves, "The nutbolts connected to the metal piece, the metal piece is connected to the twirley piece, the twirley piece is connected to the glowy bulb, which causes a Naquada reaction!" She sat, working on her report when she heard a soft voice talking. She focused hard on it and was surprised to find that it was the Colonel's. He was talking quietly to himself about something. Sam strained to hear him and was humored to find that he was thinking about his report.
* Mission objective…find stuff…Orders? Lets see…Orders: Do not get shot at. Orders were not complied with. Mission was a failure…Doctor Jackson was not killed again, however…Major Carter looked veeery nice in her tight T-shirt…no, cant put that in there…..backspace, backspace, back back back……Thank God this isn't due till tomorrow. Hammond will be so proud. Too bad he doesn't know about me actually doing my reports on time and just forgetting to turn them in….I wonder if he reads these anyway….I wonder if he would notice if I put that comment about Sam's body in here….mmmm…Sam's body….Sam in that cute little tank-top number…hehe….* Jack rambled, not knowing that the object of his fantasies could hear him. Apparently, Sam wasn't the only one, though.
* Jack, could you keep your thoughts of Sam to yourself, please? * Daniel asked mentally, amused. Sam and Jack both sat up quickly.
* You heard that?!* Jack asked.
* Yep! And don't think that I wont use this as blackmail against you, Jack. I am sure Sam would LOVE to hear this! * Daniel threatened victoriously.
* Actually, Daniel, I did hear him.* Sam confessed, then smiled at Jack's mental groan.
* Oh boy. Sorry, Carter. Didn't know that you could hear me from there already.* Jack apologized, completely embarrassed.
*That is ok, sir. I didn't mind TOO much. * she said, chagrined.
* How sweet. * Daniel said, dryly, and Sam and Jack unconsciously ducked their heads with a grin.
*Teal'c, can you hear us? * Jack asked, deciding to test the boundaries.
*Indeed, I can, O'Neill. * the Jaffa answered shortly.
* What is wrong with you, Teal'c?* Sam asked.
* I cannot kel-no-reem due to the excessive thoughts being said around me. * Teal'c replied.
* Sorry, Teal'c. * Daniel said.
* It is fine, Daniel Jackson. Also, I must warn you to avoid the female guard on level 7, I believe she wants to…fornicate with you. * Teal'c said. Daniel choked on his coffee.
Jack made his way to Sam's lab, slowing as he heard music blaring from that end of the hall. He entered slowly and grinned. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched as his 2IC worked on a Naquada reactor while listening to some music on her stereo. He almost laughed as she started screwing something in, her wrist flicking in beat with the music booming behind her. As the song winded down, Jack cleared his throat, catching Sam's attention.
"Oh, sorry, sir. I didn't hear you come in." she said, pausing the CD.
"It's ok. Actually, that is a good idea." Jack said and Sam smiled at him
"Thank you, sir. I …" she paused to listen for a moment and laughed. "I think Daniel came up with the same idea." She said and she and Jack listened to the archaeologist sing to himself. The irony didn't slip by them as the words to "Walk Like and Egyptian" rolled through their heads.
"Anyway, did you need anything, sir?" Sam asked. Jack shook his head.
"No, I just wanted to drop by and see why you were so quiet, Carter. Teal'c is finally able to do his kel-no-reem thing now that everyone had left the base, and you and Daniel are working, so I am going to hit the hay." He said. Sam nodded in response and Jack headed out of the room. He stopped at the door and turned.
*Wanna join me? * he asked slyly, and they both smiled.
"Goodnight, sir." Sam replied. Jack shrugged good-naturedly and left. * Someday, Jack….Someday. *
The next morning, the team met to eat breakfast together.
"Siler hurt himself again." Jack announced as he sat down.
"We know, we heard. Janet should have her diagnosis any mo…" Daniel said and paused as they heard Janet thinking to herself.
* Another broken toe. Really should take that wrench from him. * she thought and the team chuckled.
"So, how did everyone sleep last night?" Jack asked, digging into his cereal.
"Well, I had some interesting dreams. Which one of you dreamed about being at work naked?" Sam asked, accusingly. Daniel cleared his throat.
"Ah, sorry. I had a nightmare. It was from that level 5 guard, I think." Daniel replied, both guilty and embarrassed. Sam nodded and turned to Jack.
"Oh, and sir? With all due respect, could you please keep Janet out of your dreams?" she asked.
"That was also me…. Sorry." Daniel coughed out, turning even redder.
"Why did you think it was me?" Jack asked, genuinely surprised.
"She was wearing a hockey jersey over her lab coat." Sam replied. Jack ducked his head, grinning.
"Our dreams must mix together, since we can hear each other. Oh, and don't get snooty with us, Sam. The fact that you dream about Naquada just proves that you really should get out more." Daniel replied, finishing his waffle. Sam's grin vaporized at the admonition.
"Sorry about that." She apologized and continued eating.
"Teal'c, do you ever dream?" Jack asked, turning to his silent friend.
"Indeed, I do, O'Neill." The Jaffa replied.
"Was that you who dreamed about Star Wars?"
"I believe so.' Teal'c said with a small, minute smile. Sam and Daniel smiled and shook their heads,
" Here comes the General. He sounds mad." Daniel pointed out. The other three listened as they heard their commander rant as he rode down the elevator. About five minutes later, the said General walked into the commissary and made a beeline for the coffee.
* If that man hurts himself one more time, I think I will have him shot myself * he ranted mentally, then cursed. * No coffee. Doctor Jackson must have already been here. Jerk took all the coffee. *
"Gee, thanks General. Glad to know how loved I am around here!" Daniel said and the General froze. He slowly turned around and the team couldn't help but laugh at his blushing.
"Sorry, Doctor Jackson." Hammond said with an apologetic look. Daniel just chuckled.
"No hard feeling, sir." Daniel replied and moved to let the General sit down, showing his forgiveness. George took the offered seat and looked at his bedraggled team.
"Not going away?" he asked needlessly.
"Nope. In fact, it is getting worse." Jack said. Hammond shook his head sorrowfully.
"So, what, you can hear everyone now?" he asked, becoming slightly intrigued. The team nodded.
"Everyone on base now, sir." Sam answered and paused. "Lieutenant Harris is looking for you, sir." She informed him.
"What does he want?" Sam and the other three listened for a moment.
"Well, aside from wanting to date the nurse currently on duty, he wants you to sign some papers." Jack said, grinning as his CO rolled his eyes.
* A General's work is never done. * he thought to himself and made his way out of the commissary.