Chapter 59

Janet's POV

I roll over and almost hit Teal'c's knees where he is performing his kel'no'reem. I stretch out my muscles carefully, which are more used to a soft bed than sleeping in a tent off-world, and sneak out quietly. Sam and Jack are keeping watch, while Daniel snores from the floor by the fire. I quickly divert my eyes. Ferretti is no where to be seen.

"Morning Doc." Greets the Colonel with a mug of coffee. "Sleep well?"

"Not particularly Colonel."

"Yeah, well, Danny-boy's snoring is loud enough to wake the dead."

"I've seen your snoring shake the Infirmary sir, so I wouldn't protest too much."

Sam giggles.

"Hey! You're s'posed to be on my side Wife."

"No comment sir."

"How are your knees this morning Colonel?"

"Oh, ya know. Nothing a sarcophagus couldn't fix."

"Jack?"

"Just kidding Sam. They're a little stiff after last nights drenching, but nothin' I can't handle."

"Have you taken any medication this morning, Colonel?"

"Yes Doc. And I fully intend on bribing my wife to give me a massage with that blue goopy gel stuff, later on." He waggles his eyebrows at Sam. "But for now, it's time to wake the troops."

He pushes himself to his feet, and I automatically flinch at the way his knees crack. He grabs one of the canteens and holds it open over Daniel, tilting it slightly.

"Jack."

"What? He let Ferretti do it to me." He frowns. "Fine." He pours a few drops onto his hands and shakes them over Daniel's face.

Sam smothers a giggle as Daniel wrinkles his nose and tries to rub the damp spots away, before turning over.

"Ohhh Dannny-boyyy." Calls the Colonel in a sing-song voice. "Come on. Up and at 'em."

"G'way Jack."

"Daniel. You have until the count of three before the remaining contents of this canteen ends up on your head. One. Two. Two and a half."

"Fine. I'm up."

"Good. Stop hogging the fire. Get up and go get some sleep."

"Huh?"

"I need you bright eyed and bushy tailed at 12 hundred hours okay?

"'Right. Thanks Jack."

"Your sleeping bag is in our tent." Calls the Colonel as Daniel walks away. Daniel waves an acknowledgement and a few minutes later, more snoring can be heard.

"Doc. You have my sympathies."

"What?"

"Having to put up with the Neolithic man before his first cup of coffee every morning."

"Colonel, Daniel and I are no longer seeing each other socially."

"We know Jan. But we also know that you can still feel him in the back of your mind." Replies Sam.

"Yeah, what she said. Now I'm not saying you should stop being independent, but there's nothing wrong with being inter-dependant instead. Especially with this ESP thingy. Okay?"

Sam sighs and shakes her head.

"What?" He protests.

"Jack, why don't we stick to the original plan. You talk to Daniel. I'll talk to Janet." She winks at me and rolls her eyes at him.

"I told you I couldn't do this stuff." He pouts and she rubs a hand over his shoulder soothingly.

"Yeah, but you tried. That earns you points."

He brightens. "Sweet."

"Why don't you go wake up the guys, while Jan and I have a girly chat, okay?

He nods and heads for the tents.

"How do you put up with him Sam?" I ask as she watches him retreat with a fond smile.

"Oh, he has his uses. Besides, the acting like a kid, is just that. Acting."

"Wouldn't you rather he act his age?"

"Where's the fun in that?" She asks with a familiar smirk that she picked up from her husband.

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