… and you woke me up at " he peered blearily at the clock " five-thirty in the morning to tell me this?"
"Aren't you usually up at this time already?"
"Yeah well I could have been otherwise engaged, Daniel … I could be lying in bed draped around somebody for all you know … I could have been hanging off a breast by the skin of my teeth … you could be interrupting some really hot …"
"I'm inspired with confidence Jack .." - at the other end Daniel Jackson shook his head sadly. "Now will you please listen … we have a problem here.
"And you're expecting me to …"
"Talk to her Jack. Something's going on with her."
"Not my thing Dannyboy. What am I supposed to do – call her into my office and interrogate her. She's leading SG-1, for crying out loud. She took over from me – there's your transference of male power right there - and now you want me to ask her if she's feeling inferior and suggest she has psychic conflict? Goodbye Daniel."
Jack O'Neill put down the phone without waiting for a response and turned to the blonde next to him, who had been listening with barely-contained amusement.
"Rumour has it you have penis envy …" he said as he settled back against her chest.