TITLE: Can't get you out of my head

AUTHOR: caz

EMAIL: cazgobbyhotmail.com

SPOILERS: Meridian is the main one but it relates to a lot other episodes as well.

SEASON/ SEQUEL: It's set kinda a few months after meridian so... no Daniel (but no Jonas yet)

RATING: PG (to be on the safe side)

SUMMARY: Yet more Tok'ra technology, what could possibly go wrong this time?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: So now you get to see what goes on behind closed doors as it were. I hope you like it.

'Ah! Home sweet home!' Jack pushed open the front door of his comfortable home with gusto. It was a fairly tidyish sort of place. He didn't really spend all that much time there but he had everything the way he liked it. He bent down to pick up the mail and rifled through it as he flicked the light on and closed the door with his foot.

'National Geographic? Aw for cryin' out loud! I knew I forgot to do something. I meant to cancel that. It's pointless me keeping them after I gave up the rest to that guy that helped us get Carter away form that Conrad nutter! If he had...'

'Sir? I can hear you you know.'

'Oh... right. I forgot.' Jack shook his head, he still wasn't used to Carter being able to hear his thoughts. He walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through the freezer.

'Where's that blasted chilli? I only made it the other day.'

'I didn't know you could cook sir!' Carter was still on her way home as she had stopped off at her lab to pick up some work.

'There's a lot you don't know about me.' Jack let a sly smile play over his lips as he found the box he was looking for and put it in the microwave, then took a beer from the fridge and walked into the sitting room.

'I just can't get you out of my head, boy your loving is all I think about, I just can't get you out of my head, boy it's more than I dare to think about...'

'What?'

'Sorry sir. I was just... erm... singing.'

'Oh...' Jack settled himself on the sofa, flicking the TV on. He only ever watched the sports channels and the occasional comedy.

'I wish I didn't get so much mail!' Sam was now having to fight to get the door open without dropping her laptop and numerous reports.

'Maybe you should just go home more often Carter.'

He was right. Sam spent less time at home than Jack. She so hated to leave her precious work that when she did return home she always brought some with her. She quickly sorted through the mail, discarding most of it.

'Mmm!!!' Jack had retrieved his food from the microwave and was settling down to watch Rocky. Sam quickly put a pizza in the microwave whilst she set her laptop up.

'You should take better care of yourself.'

'What?'

'Well... microwave pizza is hardly gourmet cuisine!' Jack tucked in heartily as Sam held a slice of pizza in one hand and typed with the other.

The hours ticked by as Jack proceeded to watch all five Rocky films. 'Typically macho!' had been Carter's response. She had spent the entire time typing up the reports from their previous mission to P4X 776. 'Wow! Interesting rocks! Typically sciencey!' Jack had retorted. There was almost complete silence from Jack, just the occasional 'Left hook! Go on!' but Carter had a full stream of thought the entire time. Things like, 'if the chemical composition of this sample is calcium carbonate then the mass spectrograph should show...' and various other bits of scientific theorising. Eventually the credits form Rocky V played and Jack stretched dramatically and let out an almighty yawn.

'Bedtime!'

'You're telling me!' Sam saved her work and closed the laptop, running her fingers through her short blond hair and rubbing her, now exhausted, blue eyes. They both made their ways up their respective staircases in an eerily synchronised manner.

'Mmmmm... bed!'

'Thanks Homer!' Sam smiled, if he weren't so skinny he could be Homer. She laughed as she remembered the "I remember a bald man, in a short sleeved shirt, he's important to me. I think his name is Homer." quote.

'Man that was funny! I wonder if anyone told General Hammond about that?'

'Aw c'mon Carter! Even I'm not that stupid!'

'How did you... oh... yeah, devices. Hammond wouldn't be very amused at being compared to Homer!' Sam laughed at this as she walked to the bathroom. 'I just can't get you out of my head...'

'What?!'

'Oh. Sorry sir. Just singing again.'

'Oh. Right. I knew that.'

'Mmmm...' Sam had emerged from the bathroom wearing her PJ's, that is to say her blue tartan shorts and blue vest top, and had climbed into bed and was now snuggling under her favourite quilt.

'Night Carter.'

'Sir?'

'Mmm?'

'Haven't you forgotten something?'

'Like?'

'Like brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed?'

'Oh. Yeah.' Jack sighed and hauled himself up off the bed where he had flung himself as soon as he got upstairs. He emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later wearing his PJ's, that is to say a pair of boxer shorts.

'Happy now Mam?'

'Yes. Damn he looks good when he sleeps.'

'Erm... Major...'

'Yes?'

'I can hear you remember.'

'Oh.' Sam was lying on her back with her arms on top of the quilt and her mind quickly wandered to the work she was doing earlier.

'I need to do a mass spectrograph of that soil sample from P4X 776. I'm sure that it isn't simply calcium carbonate and early tests have indicated the presence of a metal. If I analyse it, it could prove to be a naquata compound...'

'CARTER!!!!'

'What?'

'You think too much!!! I've said it before, but now I'm sure!!!!'

'Sorry sir.'

'Ok. But PLEASE go to sleep.'

'Yes sir.'

'And Carter?'

'Yes sir?'

'That's an order!'

'Yes sir. Night sir.'

'Night Carter.' Sam smiled as she rolled onto her left side, curled up and soon fell asleep.