Of Jellyfish and Space Travelers
Colonels and Cookie Dough

Cameron Mitchell sat, brows knitted in concentration, at the edge of Daniel's bed. He was staring at the archaeologist, trying to test the theory that one can feel oneself being stared at. He stared even harder, and surprisingly, Daniel stirred and sighed sleepily.

The archaeologist slowly blinked, eyes adjusting to the darkness. He saw a shape.

"GAHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, shuffling back against the headboard. Chest rising and falling rapidly, he eyed Mitchell with confusion. "What the hell…is wrong with you?"

"What?"

"You're sitting on my bed."

"Why, yes I am."

"At...six in the morning?"

"That's right Jackson," said Mitchell happily, ripping the covers off the bed. "Come on!"

Daniel went rigid, staring wide-eyed at the colonel. He gathered the sheet back to his chest. "Umm…why…"

"What?" asked Cam, moving towards the door.

"Uh…um…nothing." muttered Daniel, sliding out of bed. "I'm too tired to protest…so where are we going?"

"To a special place."

"Oh god."

As they made their way down to the lobby, Cameron kept annoyingly glancing back to make sure Daniel was following him. Sort of like a golden retriever. Finally, they reached the resort's main kitchen. Daniel stopped and stood still. "Why are we here?"

"You'll see." Cameron paused, and then walked in, pulling the confused archaeologist in behind him. "Hey, Paco!"

"Cam! How you doing?"

"Good, good. How are we today?"

'Oh, god...what is this?' thought Daniel, gazing around the resort's main kitchen. Cameron tugged on his sleeve, and he turned.

"This is my friend, Daniel Jackson."

"Hi!" bellowed Paco, wringing Daniel's hand until Daniel whimpered in pain. Paco grinned, moving back to grab some ingredients in his arms. He had mixes, bowls, sticks of butter…Oh no.

Cameron took some as well, laying them out on the table. "Here," said Cameron, chipper. He dumped some brown sugar and chocolate chips into Daniel's arms.

"What's this?"

"We're making cookie dough truffles!" squeaked Cameron.

"Cookie…what?"

"Cookie dough truffles, Jackson."

Daniel swallowed, still trying to figure out if he was being kidnapped.

Mitchell eyed him. "You're not being kidnapped."

"Oh."

As the night went on, it seemed to get stranger. Making those cookie dough things was fun enough, until a gecko was found in flour container. Daniel blanched, but Mitchell simply picked it up and tossed it out the window. "Oh, god…we eat this stuff?"

"Well, um…yes." said Paco, shrugging.

Daniel slowly chewed on a chocolate chip.

However, it got worse when Rodney walked in at around five, looking for free food. He froze, eyed Mitchell (supposedly searching him for citrus), and looked blankly around at everyone else. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and shuffled back out without a word. Cameron had just finished rolling the cookie dough into little misshapen spheres. He dumped them all into plastic bags and threw them to Paco's brother, Dominguez, who put them in the freezer.

"Let's go!" chirped Mitchell, grabbing Daniel's arm and heading for the door. The two members of SG-1 ran back as fast as they could, as it was already around the time people were waking up. Okay, no one was even close to getting up yet.

"Sheppard! Psssst! Sheppppaaard!"

"Wha-?"

"PSSSSSST."

"Eww, you're breathing in my ear!"

"I had the weirdest dream."

"Do I look like I care?" Sheppard, in fact, looked as if he cared about nothing but tuning Rodney out again. Unfortunately, the part of his brain that enabled this was still asleep.

"Doctor Jackson and Colonel Mitchell were in the hotel's kitchen making cookie dough truffles."

"Cookie what? How do you know?"

"I used to make them in college, they were so good! Once, I…"

"McKay."

"Anyway, they were making them with these two, big Spanish-looking hotel workers."

"McKay, that's, like…so unrealistic. Come on. Mitchell likes cooking? That's like Samantha Carter having tea parties!"

"More Darjeeling for you, Mr. Fluppy-wumps?"

"SAM?"

"CAMERON? DANIEL? What are you doing up? This isn't what it looks like, I swear!"

AN: Well, this chapter sort of flew out of hand right at the very beginning. I wanted to change it the entire time, but I thought it was kind of cute, so I decided to leave it.