"Who the hell chose this movie?" Jack yelled at no one in particular, screwing his eyes shut against the vision of Patrick Swayze in tight pants. Team movie night had gone way, way downhill.

"It is an American Classic, O'Neill," Teal'c intoned. "One that I have never seen."

"You're always telling him to expand his cultural experiences," Sam smiled.

'Dirty Dancing' hadn't quite been what he had in mind. In fact, it was about the furthest thing from it. He turned on her in fake aggravation. "I blame you for this."

Sam started in surprised. "Me? And how's that?"

"This is a chick flick! And you, Carter, are the only chick I see."

She leapt to her feet, feigning anger, but the grin on her face belied it. "Chick? I've been downgraded to 'chick'? And this mere months after you bought me for, and I quote, 'cheap'. What the hell, sir? What the hell."

Jack grinned. "Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten about that."

Daniel looked at him as if scandalized. "Cheap, Jack? You actually said that? How could you? This woman is not cheap!"

"Thank you, Daniel!"

"Damn, I need another beer. Between you two and Patrick Swayze, there is way too much estrogen in this room," Jack moaned.

Teal'c flipped him another bottle, and he opened it as quickly as humanly possible.

"In fact, Jack," Daniel continued, "she's the one thing I can't get enough of."

Jack clearly didn't get the reference, but Sam practically doubled over laughing at the lyrics. Daniel, to his credit, kept a perfectly straight face.

"So I'll tell you something, Jack – this could be love. Because-"

The archaeologist grabbed Sam as he broke into the chorus of "The Time of My Life" and started dancing around Jack's living room. The two caused a terrible ruckus – Daniel's bad singing and Sam's gleeful laughter.

It was the greatest thing Jack had seen in months. Whatever her counselor was telling her, it was working. She looked healthy again, and with her vibrance back, the whole team felt lifted.

Daniel stepped back, pretending now to sing into his beer bottle, and Sam pulled Jack off the couch. He grinned. He had always told Daniel that he could outdance him, and now he proved it, spinning her around the room. Her laughter was intoxicating.

And with every swing, every turn, Jack was more solid in his newfound belief – SG-1 was gonna be just fine.