Author: Jeff Baker (aka, Jeff-B, JA Baker, Sinister Dexter)
Pairing: Jack/Sam, Daniel/Janet
Rating: PG/PG-13 (ish)
Archive: Just ask me first.
Feedback: Would be grateful.
E-mail: jap_baker@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If I owned it, I'd not be writing fan-fiction now would I.
Summary: Plot? There's a plot? I thought it was just to shut the fans up!!!

Spoilers: Series 6/7

Note: Why won't you people let me stop!!!!! Ok, this is IT! This is the last time I am adding a chapter to this story: I have people on at me to finish a major Andromeda fic that I've been writing for ages, and I really need to work on it.

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Bad Timing 3

Daniel walked along the corridors, at a loss with what to do with himself: ever since he 'de-ascended', he'd been having trouble getting back into the swing of things. The others had been helpful, at lest, as much as they could: it was difficult to explain things to them in ways they would understand.

He found himself wondering into the infirmary, "Hay Janet, where is everybody?" Janet looked up, "Well, Jack went to tell Sam that she'd bee promoted, almost kissed her, and then got beamed-up Thor. I went to see Sam about what had almost happened between her and Jack, and she got beamed-up. General Hammond went to the toilet, and then got beamed-up by, no-doubt at Jack's request. I think that makes me acting base commander."

Daniel smile for the first time in days, "So, what's is your first order?" Janet smiled, "I order you to keep what I'm about to do secret." She opened the bottom draw of her desk, and pulled out a bottle of scotch, followed by two glasses, "Now understand, this is for medicinal purposes only!" She insisted, a slight glint in her eye, "You've been trough a lot Daniel, and you need to relax." She handed Daniel a glass.

"Well, if it's an order from my Doctor, and commanding officer, how can I refuse." Responded Daniel, taking the glass as Janet poured another for herself, "What shall we drink to?" Janet lifted her glass, "To Sam and Jack: the sure did take their sweet time!" Daniel nodded, "To Sam and Jack!"

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Sam rested her head on Jack's shoulder, "Well, that was definitely worth the wait." Jack smiled, running a hand through her hair, "I aim to please. I must say, I was surprise to find out you where, after much speculating in the men's locker-room, a natural blond." Sam reached back and hit him with a pillow, "Hay! Watch it! So, anyway, where do we go from here?" Jack looked down at her, "Would asking you to marry me be to forward?" Sam looked up, shocked, "Huh?" Jack smiled, "Samantha Carter, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Sam's smile broadened to a grin, "Yes, Jonathan O'Neill, I will."

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General Hammond sighed: Thor had finally agreed to send him back to the SGC, but only on the condition that he left Jack and Sam alone for the weekend. He stood in the center of the circle the Asgard fleet commander informed him was the teleporter, and tried to relax. The flash of light enveloped him, and he found himself in a dark room.

He was able to find the door by way of the light leaking in at the bottom, and found the light switch, then wished he hadn't, "Dr. Fraiser, Dr. Jackson. No, don't get up, I'll find my own way out."

The End!

HA! That's it: I wipe my hands with the entire story! Stop bugging me, because that's all you get! Maybe that'll teach you to leave me alone from now on!"