A/N: Sorry, I've been suffering from a head injury and problems that come along with one. Thank you for your patience- and your reviews!
Enigma
Daniel and Sam were walking through the SGC corridors discussing the recent events, well more like talking at each other- Daniel babbling on about their culture while Sam was explaining the new technological advancements. Although they could talk for hours on these two topics, Daniel was itching with something on his mind, surely Sam hadn't forgotten that he walked in on her kissing Narim? He didn't know if he should push for information, one half said 'we're friends she'll tell me' but the other was reality telling me she'd probably blush and stutter 'oh, um' a couple of times before she dished out an awkward answer. But with the smell of food- either chilli or a beef pot pie, it all smells the same around here, creeping around them he had to know. Or at least apologize. And as if on cue she stopped talking, and there was the rare moment of silence between them. Yes this was the right time.
"Hey Sam, I know this is a bit out of the blue but I just wanted to apologize for the whole Narim… incident."
"Incident?" she asks confused, her top lip folds into an 'oh' and she winces. "Oh, um yeah we can just forget that ever happened."
"Oh, so it's not the type of thing that's going to happen again?"
"I highly doubt it."
"So just a one off kiss type of thing? Spur of the moment?"
"What?"
"What?" Daniel looks down at the food options opposite him, the smell was chicken not chilli- an easy mistake to make.
"Daniel I don't plan on… you know… kissing anyone in front of you again, no."
"Oh, God no. I was talking about you and Narim."
"What about it?"
"Well is it gonna happen again?"
"I- I don't know. Can we not talk about this?"
"Not talk about what?" the nosey tone of Jack O'Neill asks as she slaps his tray down next to Sams.
"Oh nothing Jack."
"Yeah sir, it's nothing." She shuffles to attention while pinching the tray hoping it'll engulf her so she can escape this situation.
"Two nothings must mean something." Daniel and Sam both look at him skeptically. "What? That must be some sort of science universal astrophysical law?"
"Well good job at killing any chance of joining a smart conversation, you should be proud of yourself." Daniel mutters. Jack rolls his eyes.
"So, what we all thinking of getting?" His eyes roaming the food choices.
"Actually you know what I'm not that hungry, I'll catch you all later." She turns to the Colonel, "Sir." She nods and walks off respectfully, respectfully fast.
"Well someone was in a hurry to get away from the unseasoned chicken, you know compared to some other options we get it's really not half bad."
"Don't think it was the chicken she was getting away from."
"Aren't you a little snarky, did you wake up on the wrong side of the ancient celtic book on spoons?
"Good one." Daniel sarcastically replies.
"No seriously, what's up?"
"Harry Maybourne, I think he's gonna be trouble."
"Oh he's a pain in the ass alright. I don't know why we're always dealt with the crappy, creepy ones."
"Yeah well I don't see you two becoming blood brothers any time soon."
"Well I tend to avoid mixing blood with easily angered, very annoying, NID slugs."
"Slugs?"
"Yes, a slug. They're slimy, small-."
"I know what a slug is. Just that's- never mind." Jack takes a bite out of the chicken cringing, then nodding with slight approval completely ignoring Daniel.
"So where'd Carter go?"
"Oh I don't know, work or something."
"Right." A couple minutes pass without talk, just passing glances between the two men. "Don't ever play poker."
"Um, random. May I ask, why?"
"You can't hide squat."
"What's so secret about eating chicken?"
"No not that. Your face, it's all tense and weird."
"Thanks,"
"So, what's the secret?"
"There's no secret."
"Daniel."
"Jack."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Ah, so there is something to hide."
"You really are annoying." Daniels huffs as he puts down his fork.
"Why don't you just tell me so can move on from this conversation already."
"You're the one pushing it Jack. Plus, it'd be weird."
"Why?"
"Well, because of what it is." He hesitates, Jack waves his hands encouragingly. "I kinda walked in on Narim." Daniel gave Jack a suggestive facial expression.
"I knew there was something wrong with that guy." Jack grimaces, as he's about to continue Daniel finishes his sentence.
"With Sam."
"What?" Jack's head shoots up.
"What?" Daniel parrots.
"That's- um, they can't do that on the base." He clears his throat.
"Oh no not that! It was just kissing."
"Okay." Jack replies awkwardly.
"Yeah, see knew it would be weird."
"You know what, I've got a mission report to write." Jack stands up.
"Oh, Jack?"
"Yes Daniel?" He grumbles.
"Don't tell Sam."
"That you saw her-"
"No, she knows, that's what we were talking about when you came."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I don't think it's going to go anywhere with those two anyway."
"Oh" Jack's voice becoming intrigued, Daniel swore he saw the corner of Jacks mouth twitch.
"Yeah, anyway you go write your report, I'll see you later."
"That you will." At ease, Jack wanders out of the mess hall. Daniel sits there prodding his food, he glances up at the doors that Jack had walked out of a few minutes ago and his head tilts at the way Jack was walking, it was smug. 'What's Jack got to be smug about?' he ponders. Shaking his thoughts, his concentration returns back to the dry chicken.