Author's Notes: So... this story has no plot, but if anyone has anything they'd like to see, I'm open for suggestions. If I think it's realistic (-ish) and can actually handle writing something with a plot, I'd be happy to oblige. Otherwise, you're stuck with the randomness, which I realize can be boring. Sorry. Such is my 'talent'.

Jack surveyed his cabin appraisingly, arms outspread as though to hug it if he could. He turned to the rest of his team, a giant, goofy smile plastered over his face. He rapidly lost the smile as he surveyed the other members of SG-1, standing side by side. Daniel had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, brow furrowed while he frowned. Carter was doing her best to be cheerful, but still seemed as though she were awaiting orders, standing straight, hands clasped in front of her. Teal'c had a large duffle bag in each hand and also wore a frown the likes of which Jack had not seen in some time. Teal'c, of course, had been to this cabin once before, and apparently wasn't eager to return… a sentiment Jack couldn't understand at all. He tried another go at enthusiasm.

"Alright, kids!" He clapped his hands together. "Get your gear and grab a bunk! This is gonna be great!"

Teal'c, hands already full, began heading toward the cabin while Carter grabbed a bag of her own from the bed of the truck. Jack grabbed a bag and handed it to Daniel before snatching up the fishing poles and cooler and following her inside.

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Once in the cabin, Daniel had what Jack could only describe as a pout… a ridiculous expression for a grown man with numerous PhD's. "I can't believe you made us come." The archaeologist plopped his duffle down on the floor next to a bed. "I could be at home sleeping right now… or better yet, at the SGC catching up on work."

"Just wait, Daniel." Jack began unpacking various foodstuffs from one of the bags Teal'c had carried. He gestured with a tin of diced tomatoes. "You'll see. This is exactly what you need."

"Canned vegetables?" Daniel questioned innocently while Jack considered throwing the can at him.

"Sir, I'm afraid I have to side with Daniel on this one." Carter derailed Jack's train of thought. "SG-11 brought back some interesting technology from P75-833 that I really would've-"

He turned toward her. "Carter." He said sternly. "Not helping."

"I, too, fail to understand how this will aid in Daniel Jackson's recovery." Teal'c intoned.

"Et tu, Teal'c?" Jack narrowed his eyes at the Jaffa.

"Jack – " Daniel began again.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Jack waved his arms a little wildly. "We're here! We're going to fish, we're going to drink beer, we're going to have fun!" he pointed a finger at Daniel. "I'll make it an order!" he threatened.

"Make 'fun' an order?" Daniel raised his eyebrows. "That doesn't send up any warning flags for you?"

"That's it." Jack pointed again. "No beer for you."

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Janet said I'm not to have any alcohol anyway."

"Are you trying to make me kill you?" Jack's eyes narrowed again as he considered reaching for the tomatoes he'd set down.

"Would that get me out of fishing?" Daniel quipped.

Recognizing the murderous look in the Colonel's eyes, Carter quickly crossed into the kitchen, where she moved several cans out of reach. "Why don't I put the food away, Sir?"

"Perhaps it wouldbe best ifDaniel Jackson and Iwere toassemble lawn furniture outside." Teal'c added, cocking his head slightly with the suggestion that Daniel should proceed.

While the other two left, Jack turned to his second-in-command. "This is gonna be great." He muttered.

"Oh, I'm having fun already, Sir."

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