Chapter 67

Sam's POV

Jack's up to something. I can see his plan clicking into place in his mind, like the parts of his P90 being reassembled.

He'd better let me in on it soon. I'm sure he took at least one of those damn bracelets from the tent, but I can't figure out why. No way am I putting that thing back on my wrist, so he can forget that idea.

"Sam?" he calls, from his seat on the bench on the edge of the village square. I make my way over and sit beside him. He slips the bracelet into my palm and I pull back at the feel of the thing on my skin.

"Jack?"

"Easy, it's not for us." He soothes. "We're gonna teach Danny-boy and the Doc what it's like to miss their connection. If it's what they want Olmas says they can keep 'em when we go home tomorrow. If not, we'll have solved our problem."

"But how are we going to get them to wear them?"

"How light does the Doc sleep?"

"Teal'c's in her tent."

"That's okay, he's on our side. And Ferretti loves a good joke, so he'll help with Daniel."

"Jack, I'm not sure it's best to do this while they sleep."

"It's all about timing Sam. Trust me, we'll have her known as Janet Jackson before she even knows she's pregnant."

"You've been waiting to call her that haven't you?"

"Yasureyabetcha snookums." Replies my husband with a smile as I rest my head on his shoulder. "You okay?"

"Just tired. The bracelet took a lot out of me."

"Early night?" He suggests with a leer and I roll my eyes and punch his arm before resting my head back on his shoulder. "Hey!"

"Don't be such a guy then."

"You married the whole package Sam, bad knees, lecherous thoughts about your body every three seconds, and all. Anyway, according to Daniel, it's a scientifically proven fact that guys think about sex every few seconds. Something to do with genetics and propagating the species."

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Your brainy side is showing a lot more since I married you."

"I'm not just a pretty face Major. But don't tell every one okay?"

"If anyone asks me, you're just my dumb husband who likes to crack bad jokes all the time."

"They aren't bad jokes."

"Uh huh."

"But I am your dumb husband."

"With an IQ to rival Daniel's."

"Shh. That's our secret, remember. Besides, I figure I've got one up on him. I married you."

"And if it wasn't for our friends conspiracy we'd still be miserable, so lets give him the benefit of the doubt, okay?"

"Fine."

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Want an early night sir?"