Sorry for the wait, I have midterms next week (tuesday after Martin Luther King Day)so I was studying to my heart's content....woot..... so anyway,here it is!

Major Samantha Carter lay on the couch, trying to count how many little dots were on Jack's ceiling. She was bored.

"2203…2204…2205…220-phone… phone!" Her laptop lay on the side of the couch because she'd chucked it there out of desperation. Now she tripped over it on the way to the phone.

"Ow, dumb computer… Carter," she answered.

"Is my house still around?" Sam rolled over, on the floor, in glee. It was her Jack! She looked up at the ceiling.

"Yup, I think so."

"You think so?" came a playfully stern voice. She giggled. "So, how are you doing?"

Sam sighed. "I'm bored Jack, help me." Back at the mountain, Jack almost dropped the phone. Sam was bored??? Wow. Daniel walked by on the way to his office and saw Jack in shock.

"Jack? What's up?" O'Neill came out of it. Sam thought she heard Daniel's voice on the line.

"Daniel? Jack?"

"Daniel, Sam's bored." Daniel's eyes widened.

"Are you serious Jack, she's bored?" Now Sam could hear the conversation the two men were holding. She sighed wearily. She was right there.

"Hello, guys. I'm glad you two are eagerly discussing my boredom, but while you're at it, could you please get me some base duties!" The men snickered; they'd never heard Sam Carter so very insistent and annoyed. And of course add to that list utterly bored. "Jack you know you have 2206 dots on your ceiling," Sam said exhausted.

"I have dots on my ceiling?"

Now it was Sam's turn to snicker. "Yes sir, you have dots on your ceiling and I counted them so they wouldn't run away."

Now Jack knew Sam was bored if she wasn't working, or experimenting, but she was counting dots and being almost as sarcastic as Jack. That was scary in itself.

"Sooo… how's the plant sitting coming?"

"Not so good actually. This plant has fruit – really good fruit."

"Jack named them, would you believe it?" Daniel called over Jack's shoulder.

"Yeah, I named them Boraples because they taste a little like bananas, oranges, apples, and something else – they are good, not only that but… Sam? You still there?"

Silence reigned on the phone line.

"You ate a foreign plant?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Jack, you ate a strange, alien plant that was trying to take over the base?"

"So did Daniel, but-"

"I can't believe you! That fruit could have diseases not compatible with human genetics or stomachs. It could have some kind of natural poison that our stomach tract can't take; it could have some kind of micro-bug colony living in it. Jack, do you have any idea just what you might have done to yourselves?!"

"Carter-"

"I'm coming in sir." With that, Sam hung up the phone and got ready to arrive at the base.

"Jack, what happened?"

"She's yelling at us, well me, for eating the Boraples. She thinks that they could be dangerous." Daniel fixed his friend with a puzzled look.

"Didn't you tell her about its healing properties?"

"She didn't give me a chance." Daniel mouthed and 'oh' as Jack sighed heavily. "She's coming in too. I think she thinks that we all need a babysitter." Jack strode out the door of his 'office' and walked down the corridor, leaving Daniel to his own devices.