Title: Birthday Traditions 7

Author: Kate McCaye

Rating: T

Category: Humor/General

Pair: S/J UST

Setting: Season 7 after 'Chimera,' before 'Death Knell'

Summary: Year 7 of the "Birthday Traditions" series. This year the party is a trip.

A/N: Pete unfortunately exists in this story but does not actually appear. I'm saving that one for Year 8. I want this one to be primarily about a happily reunited SG1, with a bit of S/J stuff on the side. Also, I am posting this with much less of it already written than I normally do. I think this will encourage me to write it faster, if I know people are waiting for the next part.

Ch 1: Two Mouseketeers

Sam looked up from her microscope, smiling in anticipation as she heard Daniel's footprints approaching. Although he had been back with them for many months now, and now had all of his memories back from before his ascension, she still considered it a minor miracle every time she saw him.

"Hey, Sam, I brought you some coffee," Daniel said as he filled the doorframe, holding a steaming cup in each hand.

"Thanks. Any idea what the Colonel wanted to see us about?" Sam asked as Daniel set her coffee down next to her and took a seat on the stool across from her.

"No. Although since our birthday is two and a half weeks away, it could be about that," Daniel commented. "Speaking of which, you're not going to want to bring Pete, are you?" he added with a slight whine.

He had gone into full-out annoying-little-brother mode about Pete, despite the fact that none of SG-1 had really even met the guy. They had stayed clear of him for his entire stay in the infirmary, and Sam had always been very careful to keep Pete completely separate from the rest of her life, which wasn't very hard since he conveniently lived in Denver.

Sometimes Sam still found it hard to believe that Janet, Cassie, Daniel, and even Teal'c were making such a big deal out of her dating somebody. But even more unbelievable than their overreaction had been the Colonel's... under-reaction? Was that a word? Well, it was now. He hadn't done anything but basically clap her on the back and tell her 'way to go!' After all that had happened between them, she would have expected him to say something.

"Sam? You didn't answer me yet. I know it's your birthday so you should get what you want, but it's my birthday too and these parties are really important to Jack as well, so I really don't think it's fair to..."

"Daniel! Geez, relax!" Sam exclaimed. It wasn't even that serious! Pete lived in Denver, forcryinout... for Pete's sake... crap! She really, really needed some new internal dialogue. Sam let out a frustrated noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl, and smiled sweetly at Daniel. "No, Daniel, I don't want to bring Pete. This is our thing."

"Oh. Okay then. Thanks. Good." He gave her the apologetic puppy look and she sighed dramatically.

"You practice that in front of a mirror, don't you?" she asked.

"No," he dead-panned. "I practice it in front of Teal'c."

Sam laughed, imagining Daniel practicing his puppy dog look, then Teal'c taking a turn practicing raising his eyebrows. Daniel laughed with her, and Jack walked into the lab whistling "It's a Small World After All."

They both turned to look at him, and Daniel said, "Didn't General Hammond order you not to whistle that anymore, after you got it stuck in General Jumper's head last time he was here?"

"Do you see any Generals around here, Danny boy?" Jack asked lightly.

"Well, no..."

"Are you going to run and tattle to Hammond?"

"It's tempting, but no, I suppose not."

"Carter? What about you?"

"No, sir," she said, unable to keep the smile off her face. She had so missed watching Daniel and her CO verbally spar.

"Good. Well, kids, I came here to announce that you both have next week off."

"What!" They both exclaimed.

"I seem to recall that you have a trip to Disney World to take."

Sam resisted the impulse to throw her arms around her CO's neck, which wasn't something generally done by Majors in the USAF. Instead, she settled for clearing her throat and said reluctantly, "Sir, that's a very thoughtful idea, but I really don't think this is the best time for us to take a vacation. With everything happening with Anubis and the super soldiers..."

"I can't believe you got to name those guys," Jack grumbled, sitting down on the stool next to Daniel.

"Jack, Sam's right. We are way overdue for our trip to Disney World, but this really is a bad time."

"It's always going to be a bad time with you two, Danny," Jack said, waving a hand. "That's why you should go now. Look, this Anubis thing is... it could get real bad. Whatever ends up happening, I don't want you guys to miss doing this. Plus, you're both still on light duty anyway from you getting shot in the leg," he said, pointing at Daniel, "And," he continued, pointing at Carter, "From your bump on the head when you were stuck on Prometheus. AND none of us has anything scheduled for off-world until two weeks from now when you're going to the Alpha site with your dad to play with your new space gun."

Sam opened her mouth to correct him about her 'space gun,' which was actually an impressive prototype that modified the TERs so that, hopefully, they would be effective against the super soldiers; she didn't get a chance to talk because Jack continued.

"I know you're both concerned about our apparent impending doom, but come on. There's no time like the present, right? And Hammond agrees with me, he's already approved it."

"Really?" they asked together.

"Yup. So here's what I'm thinking. You two take off next Monday for some super-geek-type bonding or whatever it is that you do..."

"Sir," Carter objected mildly.

"And T, Cass, the doc and I will meet you down there for the weekend to celebrate your birthday. Cassie and Teal'c have never been to Disney World."

"Wow, you've really planned this whole thing out already?" Daniel commented, surprised.

"Yup. So go pack your bags, Musketeers."