The only good thing Jack had to say about the rest of the day was that they didn't see any more weirdoes. Well… that wasn't entirely true – they were in Seattle, after all – but they didn't see any more people in cloaks and glasses and scars waving sticks. Of course, it could have had something to do with the fact that once they were finished at the Space Needle – which had a restaurant in it, so they opted to eat dinner there – they went back to the hotel and straight to their rooms. Jack and Daniel were both nursing headaches and figured they'd just make it an early night, Sam was soaked and wanted a long, hot bath, and Teal'c wanted to try and finish the third book of the series that night so he'd be able to start the fourth – which looked just as interesting as the third.

"The first events start at 10 AM, sir," Sam said in the hallway outside the door of Jack and Daniel's room. "Do we want to meet up before then and have breakfast?"

Since Jack pretty much looked like he was hoping he'd die in his sleep and be freed of all the coming events, Daniel answered first.

"We'll come find you, Sam."

She gave Daniel a grateful smile, her feelings just a little hurt by how annoyed O'Neill was. It was her fault, sure, but he didn't have to treat her like a leper because of it, did he?

"Okay, Daniel. Good night."

He smiled.

"Night, Sam. Night Teal'c."

"Good night."

Jack turned and walked into the room without a backwards glance.

OOOOOOO

"What's your problem?"

He'd taken a few Tylenol and had stretched out – fully clothed – on his bed, with his head under the pillow to blot out all light, waiting for the painkillers to take control of his throbbing head, but now Jack moved the pillow aside and looked up at Daniel, who had been quiet since they'd said goodnight to Carter and Teal'c.

"What?"

"You're being a jerk."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Look, it was one kid, and I'm sorry I broke his stick, okay? I'll find him and get him a new one. It's not like there aren't a million trees around here, after all."

Daniel looked at him like he'd lost his mind.

"What are you talking about?"

Jack scowled.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're being a jerk to Sam."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"Daniel…" He wasn't in the mood for this. For that matter, he wasn't in the mood for anything. A day filled with air travel, hotel with screaming kids, playing tourist in a town that was only mildly interesting – unless you actually wanted to be there – and a lot of gray skies and rain had combined to make him feel grumpy. All he wanted was for his head to stop pounding.

"You are."

"Fine, I am. I'll apologize later."

"Or you could just stop being a jerk to her."

"I'm not being-"

"Yes, you-"

"Stop."

Daniel paused, looking down at him expectantly, and Jack sighed. Yeah, maybe he was being a little bit of a jerk. But look where he was!

"Fine, I'm a jerk. You happy?"

"No. And now, thanks to you, Sam's not happy, either. Just be a little nicer, okay? She's having just as rough a weekend as you are, remember."

Jack scowled, and put the pillow back over his face. He didn't need a lecture on top of everything else.

"Go to bed, Daniel."

The archeologist didn't continue griping. He knew Jack well enough to know that he was going to think it through whether he wanted to or not – and most likely, he'd see that he Daniel had been right, and that he'd been a jerk. Jack wasn't a bad guy; after all, he was just easily annoyed. And quick tempered and quick to judge and quick to become angry and hold a grudge. But aside from that…

"You need the bathroom? I'm going to take a shower."

"No."

He headed into the bathroom, and Jack was left alone in his misery. A half hour later when Daniel came out with a towel wrapped around his waist feeling better for being clean and warm – although his head was still pounding, he was still in the same position. Daniel didn't try to talk to him; it was obvious Jack didn't want to talk, and Daniel wasn't really in the mood for anything but some sleep. He changed into some pajamas and went to bed. Tomorrow was another day, after all. Plenty of time to make Jack feel guilty.

OOOOOOOO

By the time Sam came out of the bathroom – and the bathtub – she was feeling a lot better than she had before she'd gone in to soak. A bath will do that every time, though. Which was why she'd taken one. She was still feeling a little hurt by O'Neill's attitude, but she was used to it, really, and she knew him well enough by now to know that he didn't really mean it. Most of it, anyways. He was just blowing off some steam in the only way he knew how. She shouldn't be taking it so personally. Even though he was aiming it at her.

Dressed for bed before she left the bathroom, one look at Teal'c told her that she didn't need to bother with the modesty. She probably could have danced naked in front of him and he wouldn't have even noticed. He was stretched out on his bed, fully engrossed in the book he was reading.

"Almost done with it, I see…"

He looked up.

"Indeed. It is intriguing… The time turner sounds like a most intriguing piece of technology – it is not something the Goa'uld have ever used, however."

"That's because it's not real, Teal'c," Sam said, giving it another try.

"It is in the History, Major Carter," Teal'c said, calmly. "It must be."

She sighed, and gave up for the night. No sense losing the relaxed feeling the bath had given her, after all. Sliding into bed, she rolled over away from the light of the lamp on the stand by Teal'c's bed.

"Good night, Teal'c."

"Good night, Major Carter."