Title: Compromising Positions: Bubble Bath
Author: Kate McCaye
Rating: K+
Category: Humor, S/J UST
Summary: Ever put bubble bath in a hot tub? It's a mistake you only make once.
A/N: I found this in a notebook when I was temporarily cut off from my computer recently, and decided it could easily fit with the "Compromising Positions" thing I've been starting. The chapters are short, especially the first two, so I'll get them out as quickly as I can get them typed up. Sadly, this story (and probably most of this series) is based on a true story.
Ch 1: Daniel's Discovery
"You look exhausted, Sam," Daniel said as he sat down to breakfast in the commissary across from Sam Carter, who had just commandeered SG1's usual breakfast table and was busy adding things to her cereal with military (no pun intended) precision.
"Good morning to you too, Daniel," Sam said with a smile. "And thanks."
"You know I didn't mean it like that," Daniel said dismissively, turning sideways to look at their CO as he joined them.
"Morning, kids," Colonel Jack O'Neill said, glancing at both of them. Daniel watched, mouth slightly open, as Sam met Jack's eyes briefly and they both suddenly found the contents of their respective trays fascinating. Sam's cheeks went pink. Jack coughed discreetly as he poured milk into his Froot Loops.
Daniel looked back and forth between them, blinking rapidly. "Um, is... everything okay, guys?"
"Fine," they answered immediately.
"Um, okay."
Daniel glanced back up at them both periodically as everyone applied themselves studiously to their respective breakfasts for the next several minutes. Finally, Daniel asked, "So, Sam, how'd that thing you were working on last night go? Backwards engineering, was it?"
"Yeah, it went fine. No problems."
"That's... good." Suddenly Daniel turned to Jack, leaned towards him, and inhaled deeply. "Jack, why in the world do you smell like... what is that, coconuts and limes?"
Jack glanced at Sam, who was pointedly not looking at him, and then turned to Daniel with a carefully blank expression. "Danny, I think you need to go see the Doc."
Daniel leaned in for a second whiff but Jack shoved him away. "Quit trying to smell me, Spacemonkey!" Jack exclaimed, louder than he meant to.
The noise in the commissary ceased and everyone looked over at them. Jack waved absently until they all went about their own business.
"You smell familiar, sort of, but I can't..." Daniel's eyes went impossibly wide as he made the connection. "That's SAM! Jack, why do you smell like Sam's shower soap stuff? Did you guys..."
"Daniel!" Sam objected, shocked.
"Keep your voice down, forcryinoutloud! Of course not!"
Teal'c joined them and took in the body language and facial expressions of his three closest friends. "Daniel Jackson, I see O'Neill and Major Carter have told you of last night's unscheduled rendezvous in the locker room."
"Teal'c!" Jack objected. "God, you make it sound like..."
"What the hell happened last night? Daniel asked. He hated being the last to know something, particularly something that sounded so juicy.
Jack leaned into the table further. Everyone followed, until all of SG1 was leaned over the table in a tight huddle, over the syrup and jam. "Okay, Daniel, it was like this..."