Jack slumped in Sam's lab chair waiting for her to show up. What was taking her so long? It was 0645. She was late. Or rather he. God, this was depressing.
"Hey Sam."
Jack grimaced at Daniel. He could probably take advantage of this situation and play the ultimate prank on the SpaceMonkey, but no, he was way too moody for that.
"I'm not Sam."
Daniel stared at him and blinked. Several times.
"What?"
"I said, I'm not Sam."
More blinkage. Does he think that's supposed to get some kind of reaction out of me?
"Okaay. You are?"
Jack grimaced again. Definitely should have played the prank. Much better than admitting I'm in Carter's body.
Yeah, he just couldn't say it. He opened his...her mouth but nothing would come out.
"Sam?"
Jack rolled his eyes.
"Daniel!"
Daniel's eyes widened.
"Oh. My. God."
Mouth open. Mouth close. Open. Close. Maybe I should buy Danny-boy an aquarium.
"No way. You're pulling my leg? Is today April Fools?"
Jack sighed.
"Unfortunately not."
Jack didn't even bother looking at Daniel anymore. It was too humiliating. That is until he heard it.
Greatly. Repressed. Laughter.
He looked up and glared at Daniel, who was quite red faced and appeared to be struggling not to laugh out loud.
Wiping a tear away from his eye, Daniel sputtered, "How...did...this...happen?"
"We don't know."
"So you have talked to her?"
"Yes, she's supposed to be here already."
"Or rather he is."
"Not funny, Daniel."
"Oh, but it is, Jack. It really is."
Just then, a squirmy Jack O'Neill rushed into the lab and shuddered.
On seeing themselves, they both froze. It was officially more weird now.
"Nice entrance, Sam."
"You know?"
Daniel nodded. "Yes, Jack's been moping about it."
"Oh, like you wouldn't mope if you woke up with all your bits in the wrong places."
Turning to himself...this could get confusing, Jack said, "What was the running about? Not good for my knees, ya know."
Sam scowled. "Yes, unfortunately, I do. Did you know that Lt. Ross has a crush on you?"
Jack shook his head.
"She does. And she's very forward about it. Don't smile at her. Believe me. It's for your own good."
"Yeah, well you have your own list of admirers. I swear, if one more airmen smiled at me on my way here, I was gonna knock somebody out."
Strangled chuckling again.
"Daniel, I swear to god, if you laugh one more time, I will take away all your coffee."
Wow. If I would have known that would somber him up so much, I'd use it more often.
Turning to Carter, Jack said, "Nice of you to show up."
"Sorry, sir. I couldn't find your keys."
"Kitchen."
"Yes, I know. I found them."
"Right. So...figured out how we did this yet?"
"No sir. Like I said on the phone, there was absolutely nothing of a technological nature on our last mission."
"Maybe it wasn't something from the mission."
"Daniel?"
"Well, I'm just saying, if it's not the mission, what else did you two do together yesterday?"
Jack and Sam faced each other, both grimacing on doing so. No matter how many times they saw themselves, they were still expecting to see the correct mind with the correct body.
"We had some cake."
"I don't think it was anything in the commissary, sir."
"Yeah, but that was the only other time I saw you yesterday."
Sam nodded in agreement.
"Did you both meet in the commissary or somewhere else?"
"We met here."
"Okay. What happened here?"
"Nothing. I came, I talked cake, she babbled, and then we left."
"Sam?"
"Sounds about right. Though, weren't you playing with something, sir?"
"Huh?"
"The device that SG-7 brought back for me to look at."
Jack looked up at the ceiling in thought.
"Oh yeah. The thing that looked like the Death Star from Star Wars."
Daniel looked around. "Where is it now?"
Sam went around the lab table, bending to reach underneath it.
"I packed it away so the Colonel couldn't play with it anymore."
Glaring at the back of his own head, Jack muttered, "It didn't do anything anyway. That happened at 1200."
"It's all we've got to go on so far, sir. If nothing else, at least we can rule it out."
"Okay then. You two look at the Death Star. I'll go fill in the General. He's gonna love this."
