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A/N: Part of me wonders why I'm bothering to update with such mini-snippets, and part of me thinks, "Well, why not?" So, here goes
"Doctor, I do not need stay in the infirmary overnight! Tell her, Jack."
Jack and Sam exchanged looks and began edging towards the door.
"Jack!" Daniel repeated.
Jack shook his head. "Sorry, Daniel, but Doc Fraiser outranks me in medical matters, remember." He opened the door, determined to make his escape; Sam followed eagerly.
"But I need to get working on that artifact that SG-9 brought back, it's been sitting on my desk for weeks..."
The door closed behind them, muffling both Daniel's voice and Janet's response. Jack rolled his eyes.
"I don't know how Janet copes with him, you know – especially as he seems to spend so much time in there with him."
Sam smirked. "She thinks he's cute."
"Even when he's whining?"
"Especially when he's whining." Sam laughed at the look of disbelief that had spread across Jack's face. "She told me once that she's always had a thing for articulate men."
"But he babbles on and on, with no regard to who's listening."
Sam tried to glare at him, but couldn't quite pull it off. "If you can follow what he's talking about, it's actually fascinating – and he always expresses himself well."
Jack snorted. "You mean to tell me that you always follow what he's saying?"
Sam glanced down, flushing slightly. Jack couldn't tell if she was embarrassed because she always did, or because she sometimes didn't. "Right," he said, thoughtfully. Something had just occurred to him.
"Sam, do you find Daniel cute?"
She stuck her chin out, flushing slightly more. "When he's babbling or just in general?"
Both. "Either." He waited impatiently as she thought for a little.
"I do like it when someone's well-spoken, and I genuinely enjoy talking to Daniel about my work, especially as he's always happy to listen." Jack wished he'd never asked: this was worse than listening to one of Danny's lectures. "But sometimes, when he's been explaining one particular aspect of Mespotanian culture to me for an hour, or when he throws a hissy fit because the extra three hours we've spent in the field just isn't long enough to fully deceipher the carvings he has hundreds of photos of... Well, then I just want to thump him." She shrugged. "I guess it depends on how you look at it."
Jack straightened his shoulders. "But Janet likes his whining, huh?"
Sam smiled up at him. "I guess there's no accounting for tastes, sir."
The look on her face made his chest tighten. "I guess not."