A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I have been kinda busy this week. This will be a short chap. Hope you like it. And thanks for the reviews.

Chapter 13:

Flashback

Sam and Daniel had drunk 2 bottles of wine and were now having beers.

- So much for drinking… few. I mean drinking… I don't know what I mean. – With that Daniel started giggling.

- Daniel stop that.

- What?

- The giggling thing. You were right.

- About…?

- You shouldn't drink.- No it was Sam's turn to giggle.

- Well, I trold you.

- You what?

- Trold you.

- You mean told right?

- Light.

They both started laughing. Although they were both drunk Daniel was worse. He was making a fool of himself. Sam wondered if he was doing that on purpose but dismissed the possibility. Everyone knew that Daniel was awful at holding his liquor. Plus she was drunk too so thinking wasn't an ability she was mastering at the moment.

- Here have another drink. – Said Sam and handed a beer to Daniel but, because she was drunk, she spilled it all over his shirt. – Shit.

- Now this is bad. Janet is going to kill me if she sees me like this.

- Sorry. Take your shirt off. I'll put it in the washing machine.

- No. Just let it…

- I insist. I don't want to see Janet mad at you becauseofme. – She was loosing her ability to speak properly too.

He took his shirt off and handed it to her. Sam looked at his bare chest. He was like a brother to her but she had to admit he was sexy as hell. He had a great body and a killer smile. She loved it when he smiled. No, bad Sam. Dirty thought down.

He was having similar thoughts himself. She looks so sexy. I love that dress. Sam was wearing a beautiful blue dress. She's with your best friend and you're with hers. Stop thinking that kinda things.

She was so drunk that she placed his shirt in the dishwasher.

- Thank you for this Danny.

- You're spending way to much time with Yack.

- Yack?

- Yeah you know Yach.

- Oh, Jack. Why do you say that?

- You neva called me Danny befo.

- Yeah you right.

- Me right.

They were starting to sound pathetic.

All of a sudden Sam started crying.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing. I was thinking about the time I spent with Yach.

- Sorry. I sholdn't have said anything.

- No it's ok. I need to cry.

- Mind if I cry with you.

- No.

They sat on the couch and cried in each others arms. They eventually fell asleep. They were tired and drunk: a killer combination.

End of flashback

TBC

A/N: Hope you liked it. The spelling mistakes in this chapter were done on purpose (at least most of them). I'm not turning this into a Daniel/Sam fic. I used those thoughts to spice things a bit. I'm not even sure I should have but I think that this makes things a bit more interesting. What do you think? R&R please.