A/N: Okay this is the long-awaited (even though I only posted the last chapter two days ago) epilogue. Loose ends are tied up, hearts are broken, poker games are won and lost, Jell-O is eaten, you know, the usual. Enjoy!

A/N2: WPT fans, don't be mad at me, I have no idea how to play the game, I admit it, I'm a bad person, I'm sorry. Review it anyway!

A/N3: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, all the comments really made me change my perspective on writing. For the people who were bold enough to state their minds, I applaud you. That takes serious guts. One reminder: This was based on BiteMeTechie's "100 starting lines" from the WPBA forum. She is a source of constant inspiration for me and deserves hugs and chocolate. THANK YOU TECHIE!

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"Morning, sir," I say cheerfully as the Colonel walks into the briefing room. SG-1 doesn't have a mission yet, but General Hammond wanted us to regroup after our vacation anyway. Teal'c and Daniel apparently didn't do much, just translated a bunch of tablets that've been sitting in storage for God knows how long.

Daniel's looking out the window at the 'gate, and I think Teal'c is meditating.

Either that or he's dead. His eyes are closed and he hasn't moved for a while.

My attention is brought back to the present by the sharp sound of cards shuffling. I look over at Colonel O'Neill, who is holding a Bicycle deck and raising his eyebrows.

"Hold 'em?" he asks the room.

Teal'c opens an eye. "Indeed."

Daniel moves from the window. "Sounds good."

I nod. "I'm game," I say as we spread out around the table. Jack does a few shuffling tricks, then begins to deal.

"Hookay, lady and gentlemen, the game is hold 'em, the stakes are . . . how about the paperwork we give to Hammond?"

A round of nods.

He continues his schpiel. "Aaand the cards are dealt, do we have a score-and-bet-keeper for the game?"

Daniel brings out a pocket notebook.

"Wonderful. Ante is one day's paperwork. Loser takes all."

He expertly flips some cards over. "There's the flop, looks like it's a possible royal wedding, with the–" he looks at me, "–with the King and Queen of Hearts. The eight of clubs is along for the ride."

Peeking at my hand, I keep a straight face. Hmm. I wonder if he stacked the deck. Wouldn't put it past him.

The betting goes around once, twice, three times and call. The final cards are down: Ten of Hearts and Deuce of Spades.

Daniel smiles triumphantly. He always did have a horrible poker face. He raises his bet, "Four weeks' paperwork," and smugly turns over his cards. Seven and Three of Hearts. Poor guy. He has no idea who he's dealing with . . . er . . . he has no idea who dealt him . . . wait . . . there's a pun in there somewhere . . . oh well.

Jack folds. Teal'c looks at his cards, then follows suit. All three are looking at me expectantly. I sigh dramatically.

"Well, Daniel," I start. His smile widens. "It looks like you'll be awfully busy for the next four weeks," I coutinue. His smile drops.

I place my hand on the table. "Nine . . ." look up at the proud smile of the man I love ". . . and Jack of Hearts."

"And the lady wins the hand with a King-high royal flush! Sorry, Danny boy, looks like she beat ya."

"Indeed," Teal'c puts in. "It appears that Major Carter has acquired great proficiency in hiding her emotions."

I hold back a giggle. Across the table Colonel O'Neill does the same.

We play a few more hands, and when Daniel is in debt to the tune of two and a half years' paperwork, Colonel O'Neill decides to cut him some slack.

"Okay, Daniel, if you beat us down to the commissary, we'll take our paperwork back."

I nod and Teal'c inclines his head.

Daniel looks wild-eyed from face to face for a minute, then springs up and dashes downstairs. The Colonel and I laugh, Teal'c indulges in a rare smile, and the three of us make our way leisurly downstairs.

When we get to the mess hall, the first thing we notice is Daniel standing outside the door, bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

"Nicely done, Spacemonkey," Colonel O'Neill says, clapping him on the back and walking into the cafeteria. Teal'c follows, inclining his head with a, "That was undoubtably a record of some sort, Daniel jackson."

I go in too, tell him, "We took the elevator," and turn nonchalantly away from his red, disbelieving face.

Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill are at our customary table, debating who would win in a fight, Dark Helmet or Luke Skywalker. I break it to them that they're mixing theiir metaphors, and add that anyway Leia would kick both of their butts.

I walk away before they make any pitiable efforts at refuting this bit of unrefutable fact, and head for the dessert tray. I'm in a good mood. The team's back together, I can work on my doohickeys, I'm loved by the most wonderful dork on the planet or off, and I officially have the best poker face in the SGC.

I think this calls for Jell-O.

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A/N: Tadaaaaa! My second multi-chapter 'fic! AND IT'S FINISHED! Woohoo! -is proud of self-

A/N2: Has anyone else noticed that Teal'c never nods? Same with Teyla in Atlantis. They always "incline their heads". Weirdness.