Sam

Some days, I am surprised I don't go ballistics, become a ball of nerves, be on PMS overdrive. The boys (they were acting like boys instead of grown men) were disappointed as I was given leave of the infirmary. They pouted, and asked if I would sit with them. They even asked Janet to prescribe me as a medication!

I did not want to participate in their delusions were they kept saying I was pretty, smelled nice, and the glorious blonde. If looks could kill, they would have been dead a long time ago, but this time they would have been pushing up daises for a while.

Mad? Who, me? Naw, just ticked that I am being drooled over.

Men.

Boys.

Nice. They were nice… in general… just not my men, my boys. No not my boys, Jack and Daniel.

"Oh Gawd." I moan, placing a hand to my head, wishing for the cobwebs to clear.

"What's the matter?" Janet asks with an edge of overprotection.

"I'm just very tiered. I really should not have talked the Colonel into coming back – we should have set up camp and come in the morning."

"Who knows what the guys would have been like then," Janet smiled, and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, "get some rest."

With that, she continued toward the elevators and I turn into the commissary, grabbing some food before going to my quarters. Even so I ate some food on the way back to the Stargate, I was still craving something more.

Ten minutes later I have a good meal I can enjoy in my underground quarters. Maybe enjoy is too strong, but for now, it works.

After flipping through magazines, and cleaning my dinner up, I turn to the bed and crawl in. I suddenly realize I am drifting asleep to the image of Colonel O'Neill and Daniel dancing… weird.

"Morning Sam!" Daniel said a bit to excitedly.

"Are you sure you are ok? I mean you and the Colonel were pretty smashed last night. I have not seen so much wildness since…" I trailed off.

"Since? When Carter… spill it…" Colonel O'Neill said, as he came walking behind Daniel and took the seat next to him. "Daniel."

"Jack."

I frowned. They were acting like they had just gotten into a fight. It was only 0700… too early for Daniel to get on O'Neill's bad side. Shrugging it off, we settle into a pleasant conversation on what when on the previous day.

Jack

He had gotten to her before I had. Dang I have to get up earlier… I hate early.

She is still pretty, her hair up in two hair clips… when did she do that? Must be running day. The gym. Work out. Sweat. Hmm Carter in sweats..

Whoo… hold it Jack. What's the matter with you? Carter in sweats? Ehh… too much drinking last night. More eggs.