Season Seven-ish ficlet spam for karmaaster, April 5, 2006
It didn't escape Sam's notice that Colonel O'Neill seemed to be enjoying this whole situation a little too much—but then, it wasn't exactly unusual for the colonel to enjoy a good laugh, so long as it was at Daniel's expense.
And she had to admit, knowing that Daniel had accidentally gotten himself married to yet another alien princess was more than a little amusing. However, refusing to come out of the tent just because he had misinterpreted the meaning of the ceremony earlier seemed to be going a bit overboard.
"Honestly, Daniel," she said through the flap of the tent, "It's not like this is the first time you've accidentally gotten married. Isn't hiding a bit extreme?"
"I'm not hiding because I got married! I'm used to making that particular blunder!" came a strident voice through the canvas.
"Well then, what's the problem?" the colonel asked less than patiently.
Silence was their only reply for a few tense moments, before a timid voice began, "The ceremony earlier?"
"Yeeeees…."
"As it turns out, it was a group ceremony. That's how they do it here, apparently. Every couple who was in physical contact during that ceremony is, for lack of a better term…."
Sam swallowed a suddenly tight throat, recalling with vivid clarity the way she and the colonel had walked side by side through the square, his hand firmly on her back to lead her through the crowd…. "Oh, boy."
Jack seemed to be turning an interesting mix of colors—green, red, and then purple in turn. "Daniel, are you saying that not only did you screw up and marry another too-friendly alien, but you somehow managed to marry me to Carter!"
"…This would be why I'm hiding in the tent."
She knew that there was probably some reason to be angry here—if nothing else, annulling an off world marriage was a five page form that was really annoying to fill out—but somehow, the first thing that came out of her mouth as she gazed at Jack was, "Huh."
His eyes settled on hers and there was that particular look in them, the one she liked so well because it made her toes curl and something innately female inside of her do cartwheels. "That's all you have to say?"
She considered carefully. "For now."
He rocked back on his heels, studying her for a long time before his lips quirked into a half-smile. "I can live with that," he agreed.
She blushed a bit, but dared to hope. "Yeah?"
Brown eyes swept down her body and the look he sent her was a whole new one—one that left the first look in the dust. "Oh, yeah," he said emphatically.
They stared at each other in silence, grinning like the idiots she sometimes thought they were, until he finally looked away. "Daniel, you can come out now. Carter has saved you from a painful future. But if we end up having to fill out those annulment papers, you're so doing ours on top of your own."
Crazy Daniel hair followed by owl-wide eyes popped out of the tent, darting between the two of them. "If?"
Sam grinned, mentally listing P4X-277 as one of her top five favorite planets. "If."