I is for IQ

"You play dumb, but you're actually brilliant."

Sam stirred her MRE, obviously disgusted by the contents of the steaming bag. She wrinkled her nose at it as she put some of the sloppiness on her fork and quickly shoved it in to her mouth. Her CO looked at her with a surprised expression.

"What makes you say that, Carter?"

"Back in that village, you acted like you didn't understand things, but that's just to not intimidate others, it's tactics. You let me and Daniel be "the brainiacs", but in fact you're really clever."

Jack looked around him with a few surreptitious glances before answering her. The camp site was empty and quiet, except for the vague sounds of Daniel snoring in his tent.

"You just keep that to yourself, Carter," Jack said in a hushed voice, "no one is supposed to know."

Sam chuckled.

"We've already figured it out, sir. At least me and Daniel."

Jack gave her an annoyed glance, and took a sip of water from his canteen.

"Whatever." He said dismissively.

"You are smart, sir," Sam said firmly, "I know, because I'm smart, too."

Jack eyed her briefly and sighed dramatically.

"I hate brainiacs."