Don't own Sam or Martouf
"Happy birthday Martouf!"
"It's not my birthday Samantha. I don't even know when that would be."
"Well you gotta have a birthday. Today is the perfect day don't you think. Here I made you something." She placed a small red cupcake on the table before him. "Actually" she said as she lit the single candle, "I snitched it from the commissary, but I doubt they'll miss it."
She reached up and turned the lights out. Martouf sat staring at the tiny orange flame, its shadow dancing wildly on the wall in front of him.
"On earth we have a tradition .We make a wish and blow out the candle. But don't tell me what you wished for because then it won't come true!" After a thoughtful moment of consideration Martouf blew out the tiny candle, leaving the pair in complete darkness.
"Samantha, how will my wish come true if I can not tell you what I wished for?" As if in answer to his own question he leaned over and kissed her with nothing but the darkness as his witness. "You never said that I couldn't show you my wish."
Sam sighed. "Happy birthday Martouf."
He kissed her again. "Too bad these birthdays don't come but once a year."