A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, I'm so glad you guys likemy OCs. Not too sure how good this chapter is. I was kind of tired while writing it and so it might seema bit dull but I liked it when I read over it so I hope you will to.

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"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes, yes"

"No, no, and no"

Daniel grabbed the garment Vala was holding up to him out of her hands and threw it on their bed, "I am not wearing that…that…Cave man suit" he scrunched up his lips in an almost painful manner at his lack of descriptive value towards the offending costume.

Vala folded her arms and glared at him, "I spent good gold on that outfit…you're going to wear it to the celebration or you're going to give me a refund"

Daniel growled to himself. There was a festival being held by the natives on the planet Taranka, they were not an extremely advanced civilization, certainly not up to par with earth's technology, but for some reason they had taken to liking Vala and had invited her to join them in their activities.

Upon receiving the invitation, Vala had proceeded to buy a dress for the occasion and insisted Daniel wear what she had gotten him for their attendance. It was a robe of sorts with no top half save a clasp and sash that held the bottom part, which was about as short as a loin cloth, in place.

"Oh, come on, Danny" Vala pouted, trying to play him from another angle, she wrapped her arms around his neck, "You'd look sooooo sexy in it"

"That's what I'm afraid of" he muttered, looking at her suspiciously.

She pulled away from him and picked up the clothing, "You don't have to worry, Vala will protect you from all the love struck little maidens" she commented, holding the outfit up to him once more.

"For some reason that's not easing my mind"

"Wear the suit, Daniel"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

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For the third time that night, Jack sighed at his bedside clock and glanced behind him at the empty other half of the bed.

It was 2300 hours and she still hadn't left her lab.

He couldn't go to sleep if she wasn't next to him. Which was a very odd habit he had picked up sometime during their marriage, or perhaps before, when he was a Colonel on SG-1 and could not go home unless he knew she would quit work long enough to grab some sleep.

Now, if she wasn't right in the bedroom with him, or at least in their quarters, he became an insomniac.

He hated being so dependant on another person. He had spent the better part of his life in the military and alone; he did not need a bunkmate to help him sleep.

He groaned in frustration to himself and got out of bed, tossed his uniform on, and went to her lab.

The overhead lights were burning at their brightest setting still, and there she was, tinkering away with some device or another at a workbench.

"Couldn't sleep," he muttered, sitting down across from her.

She looked up and grinned at him, "I'll only be a few more minutes"

"Yeah, sure, how many times have I heard that one" he grouched.

"Come to order me out, General?"

"Wouldn't think of it, General"

"You couldn't anyway, you're retired"

"Was that a challenge?"

She just smiled and leaned over her doohickey.

"Carter, I demand you get your fine rear end to bed" he barked.

She giggled, "Make me"

She asked for it. He came around the bench and scooped an arm around her waist, then one under her knees, and was completely surprised that he could still lift her without toppling over.

"Jack!" she squealed, "You'll hurt your back"

He turned and swiftly carried her outside, "I can't help it, Sam, I'm addicted to having cute blond Air Force gals sleeping next to me"

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Amanda woke lethargically to the sound of her telephone ringing.

She grumbled to herself and snuggled into her blankets and wished she had the luxury to leave the call unanswered. But as it was, it could be an emergency, and it would be just like the universe to concoct one specifically to befall on her day off.

"H'lo" she mumbled groggily, after fumbling for the receiver.

"Good morning!" an irritating voice grated in response.

Amanda whimpered, "Jacob…" was all she managed as far as berating him for being so chipper this early in the day. Her mind hadn't been awake long enough to shift into full lecture mode.

"Hope you had a good night, mine was spent in an MRI" he commented in a deceptively light voice.

So, Amanda thought, this early morning jostle was a Major revenge thing.

"Really?" she replied, "I hope they didn't find anything…not that there's ever much found when it comes to scanning your brain"

"Cliché" he retorted.

"Sorry, I'm not very original at 5:00 in the morning"

"Since you were so concerned with my welfare yesterday, I decided to return the favor"

"Uh-oh"

"You see, the doctors gave me a clean sheet but they also thought it would be a good idea if I spent the day with someone, just to keep a watch on me"

"Lif'kel lives with you, that's plenty of watching"

"Lif'kel's visiting with Ry'ac"

Amanda groaned, "I suppose it's too much too hope that…"

"It is"

"Then you're…?"

"Coming over"

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Jacob knocked on the door to Amanda's apartment a half an hour latter, but as he expected, she did not come to open it.

He used his spare key and headed straight for the bedroom where he found her lost under piles of comforters and pillows.

"Amanda…" he sang out.

The heap of blankets stirred, "You can do whatever you want, Jacob, but it's my day off and I'm sleeping till a godly hour" came a muffled comment.

"And what if I want you up?"

"I believe I said, "do" not "have", and I certainly don't consider myself as qualified under the definition of something you can do"

"Well actually…"

"Don't even go there, O'Neill"

"Okay…what if I want to climb in bed and talk at you for hours?"

"I won't be awake to hear it"

"I'll take that as approval"

The Major kicked off his shoes and wriggled his way under the load of downy quilts that still obstructed his friend from sight.

He scooted over the mattress until he was as close to her as possible without being invasive, and proceeded to tug down the foot or so of blanket that was covering her head. Blue eyes blinked at him wearily, and he could see her short brown hair tangled against the extravagant amount of pillows.

"You'll suffocate under these" he commented.

"Sweet relief" she muttered back, yawning and nuzzling her pillow in the most endearing way.

Watching her tired demeanor reminded Jacob of just how sleepy he was after spending the entire night awake under the glare of examination lights and bustling doctors.

He breathed deeply and noted how cushiony Amanda's bed was, sinking down into the perfect position and continuing to face her. He had no real intention of going to sleep; he actually did want to talk, and not just to annoy the hell out of his teammate.

"Why is your bed so…stuffed?" he asked.

"Comfortable" she said lazily.

"A bit elaborate" he said.

"I like elaborate"

"Then you wouldn't like my bed"

"I have no intention of being in your bed, so that's just fine"

"Last year you passed out on my bed"

"I was drunk"

"Lif'kel's room was closer"

"Is there a point to this conversation besides pestering me?"

Jacob thought about it, "Maybe a tiny, sub-point…but the main goal is to pester you"

"Then change the subject, please"

"You don't want to talk about-"

"No"

When Jacob offered no more topics of discussion, Amanda hunkered further down into her blankets and closed her eyes again.

She felt Jacob shift and roll on his back to stare at her ceiling.

She would have kicked him out so she could rest properly, but she was too tired to make the effort and was more or less used to spending the night…or early morning as the case maybe, next to her teammate, so it wasn't so bad having him stick around.

"Sweet dreams" Jacob whispered.

"That would be a nice change," she returned, allowing her mind to fall into a peaceful subconscious state.