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- Arthwen

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Jack

He was starting to regret his choice. He should have gone to the kitchen instead, free jello and all.

But nooooo, he had to go to the labs, to the computers. Stupid machines-of-doom, someone was probably out there laughing their ass off at him.

And where the hell was Carter when you needed her?

Oh right, Anise. The she-man. He shuddered and hunched over slightly more, he did not want to be found yet. Or more precisely, at all. That woman was just plain scary, although he would never admit it, creepy, yes. Scary, no way in hell.

Poor Teal'C, if he had not been so stoic and well, for lack of better words, stiff. He could probably have escaped too. Daniel was in his office, literally buried in books, and Carter wanted to greet her fathers as he arrived. Not that Jack had anything against Jacob; it was just the whole snake-in-head-probably-gnawing-on-your-brain thing.

Nasty business.

Nope, zat 'em and bag 'em. Good motto for the snakeheads. And it most likely the reason why he and his kids were the most hunted by the Goa'uld. That and the fact that Teal'C was a former Prime turned good. They did not like that either.

CLICK

He jumped and almost pushed the screen down from the table, why the hell did not they warn you about that kind of stuff! An 8'0 foot tall killer with two zats he would take head on without blinking... Yes, he would!

But this! Again, the conspiracy thoughts came back, someone was definitely laughing at him... Loudly.

Then suddenly he smirked as the screen picture showed Daniel clad in boxers, this had to be an admires computer, and he was so teasing Daniel about it. Or blackmailing the owner, depended on whose it was.

Now all he had to do was remember what Carter had been teaching him about computers.

Five minutes later, he was still staring at the screen, mind you, he was dumb, he just had a tendency to block out all geek-babbles from both Daniel and Sa-Carter.

He leaned closer to and skimmed through the names of the small button thingies.

Trashcan would not do, neither would documents, who knew what kind of horrors was in there, ah, internet.

He clicked happily and sat back a little, stretching his neck until it made a series of pops and cracks. Something he knew got the Teal'C, although that was one of the things, he would never tell. Nevertheless, Jack could see the tiny twitch in the stoic mans eyebrows.

Oh, ho oh, chat! He broke his little internal talk to, well, himself. And started reading the text.

Here was one that could be fun: Supernatural discussions.

After all, he did know a bit about wormholes and all that jazz.

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TBC