Disclaimer: Just having fun with the characters for a little bit. Promise to give them back. Don't own them, never will. Sigh...

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"Fish..."

"...ing."

Hehehe...

The Conference In The Commissary

Teal'c did not find DanielJackson at his office, possibly because Dr Hendricks from SG14 was waiting there, yet again, for some assistance with a translation. He was aware that his friend, despite his infinite enthusiasm for languages, was beginning to find the black haired scholar tiresome.

Perhaps he could render the archaeologist some assistance in this regard. He would ask him after they had dealt with the matter at hand.

He found DanielJackson in the commissary, drinking his customary cup of coffee. It would be difficult to converse amongst the other members of the Tauri that were present, but it was also possible that the constant murmur of conversation would mask the important issue they had to discuss.

He seated himself cross the table from his colleague, who seemed most eager for him to impart the information he had gleaned from MajorCarter. His friend leaned forward and whispered.

"Soooo...did you do it?"

"Indeed."

"And did she...?"

"Indeed."

"Are you sure?"

"Indeed."

DanielJackson suddenly appeared most exasperated. "Teal'c, are you actually going to say anything other than 'indeed' during this conversation?"

"Indeed."

He paused.

His friend's brow furrowed in chagrin. "Stop it, Teal'c!"

In spite of their bond, it was most easy to exert force on DanielJackson's shackles and it was unfailingly amusing on every occasion.

He broke into a wide smile and inclined his head. "As you wish, DanielJackson."

"Well?" He leant forward and lowered his tone even more. "Jack said she is...hot."

He matched his voice to that of his friend. "MajorCarter indicated that O'Neill's attentions were not necessarily unwelcome. Although I did not hear her."

DanielJackson blinked. "What?"

"She requested that her comments remain unheard, and as her kaln'tor it was my duty to reassure her that my hearing was indeed intermittent."

DanielJackson blinked again. "Ooookaay, Teal'c. Um, I thought you made up the kaln'tor thing?"

"No, DanielJackson, I was in earnest."

His friend appeared a little surprised. "Really? Oh. How...quaint."

He raised a menacing eyebrow. "Are you casting aspersions onto Jaffa culture, DanielJackson?"

He watched as his friend realised that his phrase may be interpreted as offensive. He shook his head fiercely. "Ahh...no, Teal'c, I'm not. Really, I'm not."

He was certain he could hear some shackles rattling in his mind as DanielJackson changed the course of the discussion.

"Well, back to business! I really think that Thor is our best chance here. If he can bring outside pressure to bear, maybe something can be done for them. What do you think?"

Teal'c contemplated this.

"I do not think that GeneralHammond will approve of using the stargate to send an intergalactic message to the Asgard race for aid in assisting two of his officers illegally get their freak on, DanielJackson."

DanielJackson's eyes widened at his use of syntax. "Have you been watching MTV or something, Teal'c?"

He smiled widely. "Indeed. I have been a regular viewer since the advent of the 'Thong Song' some years ago."

DanielJackson nearly expelled the coffee from his mouth extremely suddenly. He noted with approval that his friend restrained himself from doing so, thus avoiding any unwelcome attention being called to them.

"The 'Thong Song'?"

He smiled. "Indeed, I found it most culturally stimulating."

"Oh." DanielJackson raised an eyebrow in apparent mirth. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Teal'c did nothing but wait silently until his friend recognised the lack of wisdom in such provocation and returned to the subject of O'Neill and MajorCarter.

It was naturally of no consequence that he had been right to be amused.

"Um, right. Where were we? Thor. Right. I'm not saying we should contact him solely about this, Teal'c, but we're bound to have dealings with him sometime soon. I'm just saying that when we do, we should maybe suggest that his intervention in this matter would be helpful."

"I fail to see how the mating of O'Neill and MajorCarter would be helpful to the Asgard, DanielJackson."

His friend's shoulders dropped noticeably as he struggled with this issue.

Tealc considered the matter.

"Perhaps if we did not request his intervention as a political measure, but as a personal favor, we may be more successful. Thor is most fond of O'Neill and MajorCarter has assisted him extremely ably in the past."

He momentarily reflected that it was a little unjust that the Asgard had yet to build the battleship 'Teal'c', but was interrupted from this train of thought by DanielJackson slapping his hand firmly on the surface of the table. When he spoke, his voice was most effusive.

"That's what we'll do, Teal'c! It's our best shot at this. I think you're right!"

Teal'c of Chulak thought that it was possible he had been amongst the Tauri for far too long. He had to prevent himself from rolling his eyes as he answered. He was aware that he was correct. Otherwise, why would he have spoken?

"Indeed."