This is just some humor/fluff. I like poking fun at characters, so this is going to be kinda random. Bear with me! Some might be a little out of character, but I'm just going where the story takes me.

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(Chapter Two)

Jack was back in the Gateroom with Sam's latest concoction.

"You first," he said to Daniel.

"No way! I'm not touching that!"

"Now Daniel…" Jack chided. "Don't make me make this an order."

Daniel grimaced. "Technically, I am a civilian, so you can't give me or-"

"Daniel…" Jack's voice held a note of warning.

Daniel slid forward in his chair, cautiously eyeing the smoking platter.

"It's still hot."

"Yeah, that's odd. She baked it a few hours ago."

Jack's eyebrows raised as he spoke.

"Daniel Jackson, I will sample Major Carter's meal." Teal'c said.

Jack stood and slapped Teal'c on the back.

"Today is a good day to die, my friend."

"I am unfamiliar with that saying, O'Neill."

"Ahh…never mind. Dig in!"

Teal'c's eyebrow rose and arched into its usual position. He reached out and scooped a steaming spoonful of something and ate it. Jack and Daniel nervously awaited his reaction.

"It is quite good, O'Neill."

Jack and Daniel looked at each other and then, with a shrug, reached out and dug their own spoonfuls of the "pie."

The scene Sam saw as the entered the mess hall was interesting to say the least. Jack's face was a particular shade of green. Daniel was currently spitting something into a trashcan.

(Later…in a corridor)

"Aww come on Carter."

"Sir! Really! Did you have to make it public? You could have been more discreet! I have airmen asking me to bake pies to combat the Goa'uld!!!"

Jack snickered under his breath. Actually, that wasn't that bad of an idea.

"Sam…" he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone else. No more cooking stories."

Sam smiled at him. "No more crazy jokes?"

Jack returned her smile. "Yeah. Don't worry, Carter. I think you have potential for a real business here."

Sam beamed. "Really?"

Jack grinned. "Oh yeah. They could make little t-shirts that say 'I survived Carter's cooking.' It'd be a hit!"

Sam's eyes bulged as she spun angrily on her heel and stormed away, the sounds of Jack's laugher following her all the way back to her lab.

(Infirmary)

Doctor Frasier was currently shining a light in Daniel's eyes.

"Have you had any headaches preceding this one?"

"No."

"Have you been feeling poorly lately?"

"No"

"Eat anything unusual?"

Daniel pondered this. "Well, a bit of Sam's pie…"

Janet's head shot up. "It's worse than I thought! You're staying here until we get this out of your system."

(End Chapter Two)

Aww…poor Daniel. Read and Review if you liked! Again, this is just pure fluff. See ya next chapter!