(A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. I'm thinking of making this the last chapter though. It seems like a good ending. Unless you guys think you might want more.)

"We still have a little time to change our votes"

Daniel suggested as Sam walked back into her living room with three cups of coffee balancing on a tray.

"The General will be here in five minutes, that's barely enough time to have Walter put in a request for the paper work," replied Sam while taking a seat next to Teal'c on the couch.

What Daniel couldn't understand was why Jack even wanted him and Teal'c to go, Sam was the only one who enjoyed it and Jack always made an effort to weasel the other two out of group activities in order to spend time alone with her. It would be much easier just to leave them behind.

Then again, Jack had this psychotic lenience towards deriving pleasure from the suffering of his closest friends, and God forbid that he ever be deprived of a single incident from which he could navigate an opportunity for torturing them.

"Colonel Carter is correct" Teal'c said, "However, if we were to call Sergeant Davis and have him send for the forms now, once we returned to work he would have them ready to process and we would be able to get rid of O'Neill, therefore avoiding any further orders to spend downtime with him"

Daniel nodded eagerly at this notion, "Can we do that, Sam, please, can we do that?" he begged bouncing on the chair he was lounging in and nearly spilling his coffee.

Sam shook her head, "Sorry boys, the General promised me the level 23 labs after we get back. I need his signature"

"You don't need Jack to get his signature" Daniel replied, "How do you think I got authorization to last month to go with SG-5 to the Goa'uld infested KE1-6589 just so I could study that magnificent Persian temple that the natives had built"

Both Sam and Teal'c starred at their serene companion.

"You forged the General's signature to get approval for an off world mission?" Sam asked disbelievingly.

"Was that not the planet of which you and O'Neill had been arguing about for weeks precluding your departure, Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c added.

"Yea, the whole base heard you two yelling at each other, didn't anyone think it was suspicious when you suddenly got the okay?"

"Oh, C'mon, this is SG-5 we're talking about…four fresh cut military personnel and every one of them has allergies and a rich academic background, they've been here three years and they're still finding booby traps in their lockers" Daniel answered in a tone that suggested he was highly pleased with himself for his cunning.

Sam and Teal'c exchanged glances.

"Hey, Daniel" Sam began, facing him again, "There's this heavy metal element on PL7-984, I haven't been able to convince the General of it's importance despite my extremely detailed and comprehensive report, but if I could get written permission to collect samples…"

"Have the documents on my desk next week" Daniel said, "Anything you'd like Teal'c?"

"I believe that a broader selection of frozen deserts in the cafeteria would be most beneficial to the welfare of SGC personnel" the Jaffa responded.

Sam wanted to know just how many times Daniel had exploited this advantageous skill of his.

"Well, there was that requisition for thirteen hundred water balloons about two months ago. The ones we used to declare war on SG-3 after they poured pudding down my shirt and insulted Sam for being in the Air Force"

The Colonel grinned devilishly, remembering how the entire lower section of the base had been dripping with water and bits of colorful rubber balloon. And the satisfying image of those machine gun marines staggering and slipping their way to the infirmary in sopping wet clothes.

Teal'c remembered Jack's bewildered face when he had seen the result of the mess they had made.

He had slowly taken in the scene…

Carefully made his way towards a bone-dry SG-1…

Onlookers looked nervously at each other…

Sam bit her lip, Daniel gazed around at nothing trying to find something to gaze at, Teal'c stood rigidly at attention forcing back an uncharacteristic laugh.

"Carter" Jack began casually upon reaching them, "Just because someone accidentally sends us an al'kesh load of water balloons, it does not mean we have to use them"

"Sir, let me ex-"

"Ah, ah, ah" Jack held up a hand to silence his 2IC, "All I want to know is if anyone died?"

Sam let out a breath, "No, Sir"

"Was anybody hurt?"

"No, Sir"

"Oh…too bad…well, I'm sure you'll do better next time" he patted her on the shoulder and walked off.

"By the way" his retreating form had called, "You're all staying late to clean this place up"

An insistent horn blaring outside Sam's house interrupted their recollections.

"Jack's here" the teammates noted collectively.

They got up and reluctantly gathered their luggage together.

"So, Daniel" Sam said, "Did you ever forge General Hammond's signature to get what you wanted?"

"I never had to, the man spoiled me" the Anthropologist replied with endearing affection.

"General Hammond never forced us to accompany him on fishing trips" Teal'c added.

"He always listened to my technobabble" Sam sighed.

The three of them stepped out the door and met an impatient Jack O'Neill who was wearing an awful bright yellow shirt and orange cargo pants.

The teammates glanced at each other wearing the outfits their CO had suggested to them, each looking fabulous.

"Tell me" Daniel said, "Why in the galaxy do we listen to that man's fashion advice when he doesn't even listen to his own?"