Author's Note: You thought I'd abandoned you all, didn't you? Well, I kinda did. Sorry! But I have been unbelievably stressed. Now I'm calming down. Sorta. So I'm trying to get all the update chapters up for you guys. Hopefully.

BLACKOUT: Part Four – Mutterings
"We should..."

"Ah!" He held up a hand that had been previously occupied with something else, and gave her his best stern CO look (which at that point in time, and after their previous 'activities' didn't come out exactly how he wanted it to). "We'll do that later."

She raised an eyebrow. "How did you know what I was going to say?"

"You always want to talk. Not tonight. Tonight we..."

"Don't go any further..." She could tell that there were certain people listening to their conversation.

He hadn't actually needed to, since that hand that had been previously occupied was 're-occupied', and gave her full indication of what his intentions were for that night.

Nothing too bad, mind you. They did have an audience.

"Yes, Walter, I know, but I really don't want to do that. Yes, I can get you written and signed statements from the three of us...What? No, I don't really think he'd...Well, yes...I suppose you could ask the General, but it's on your head..."

Janet had to stifle the giggles she could feel rising up her throat.

He narrowed his eyes, hearing scuffling noises and low murmurs.

"We have rats."

Sam stopped and listened carefully, tilting her head towards the bedrooms so she could hear what was going on. "More like we have doctors."

"Same difference." He shrugged, then pulled away and took her hand, tugging her towards the passageway, a grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes, then gasped quietly as his fingers started stroking up her wrist. It wouldn't do to let the others know what was going on...

They moved close to the door of Daniel and Janet's room, making sure that neither of the doctors suspected their approach. Low voices came from inside, the two obviously having moved back further into the room. As they pressed against the wall and listened closely, they could just make out the words.

"...don't know. How many? Yes...yes, she spoke to me the other day...What? Oh, um..."

Sam bit her lip to stop the giggle from escaping when she felt Jack's hand tickling the back of her neck. Was he trying to get caught?

"Yes, I see. Oh, wait...Janet wants to place one. Yes, I know the rules, but since she's new...Well, let's start with ten, shall we? Oh, no, she wants twenty. Yes. Standard. Yes. Right. Set the wager and we'll discuss the terms tomorrow..."

There was a sharp intake of breath behind her, and Sam closed her eyes, fighting the amusement that was causing laughter to bubble up. So Daniel was placing bets? With deliberate calm, she stepped away from the wall and started walking towards Jack's bedroom. She knew they wouldn't do anything – they had too much at risk at that moment.

Jack was following her, but slightly slower, and just as he walked past the two staggered doors before the master room, he paused.

"Danny," he said in a loud voice, "get off the phone. You can discuss it in detail tomorrow."

There was deadly silence, and Sam imagined she could hear Janet's trademark giggle before it was quickly smothered.

"Oh, and Teal'C? Go to sleep. Nothing's going to happen."

As the silence extended and Jack pushed her gently into the room, a wide grin plastered on his face, Teal'C's door creaked slowly and deliberately, and closed with an audible 'click'.

Author's Note: Fin. Meh. Crap. Oh well, I was really losing patience with this. If you have any suggestions or want to re-write the ending, e-mail me. I'd be happy to let you post it!