A few miles down the road, Jack drove his pick-up towards Sam's house. He was in a ridiculously good mood and sang along with the CD player, much to the misery of Daniel. The archaeologist had consumed far more alcohol than he was used to and now had the hangover from hell. Jack had been forced to stop twice already so he could be sick. It didn't help that Jack was highly amused by Daniel's state and was mercilessly torturing him by being overly loud. And singing Mister Jones badly out of tune.
"Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales," he yowled, making even Teal'c wince.
"Is this necessary O'Neill?" The Jaffa enquired as he shifted slightly in the passenger seat. The ball on the backseat that was Daniel groaned.
"Yeah sure ya betchya," Jack grinned. "Tell him Daniel."
Daniel groaned again and Jack laughed even louder.
Sam saw the black pick-up pull up outside and vented several unladylike words. Damn Jack for getting an early start. She'd just invented a plausible excuse and had been about to ring him. Her CO had obviously anticipated this. Maybe if she pretended she wasn't in. Before she could think, there was a hammering at her door.
"Carter? Carter! Sam get your lazy ass outta bed!"
So much for 'not being in'. Sam cringed at what her neighbours must think. She ran to the door and yanked it open, hauled Jack inside and shut it again.
"Are you mad?" She hissed at him. "It's eight in the morning! There are people asleep."
Jack grinned at Sam. "Well they should be up. Missing out on a lovely day."
"It's the weekend Sir. You know, time to relax?"
"Which is why we're going fishing."
"Don't remind me. I must have been really drunk to agree to that. Or did you spike my drink?"
"Hey! Would I?"
Sam looked at the very poor expression of innocence on Jack's face. "I don't think I should answer that honestly," she told him darkly. "It contains words I could be court-marshalled for."
Jack blinked, then laughed. "I bet. However what you did last night was all your own handiwork." He glanced at her sideways with a mischievous grin. "You sing lovely, by the way."
"I what?!" Sam shrieked. "I never did."
"Oh yes you did. We should go to O'Malley's on Karaoke Night more often."
Sam went white, then red. "Ohmigod."
Jack chuckled. "Well Carter? You packed?"
Sam shook her head, still trying to absorb the fact that she'd... sung.
Good grief.