Ring Shopping
"So Jack, anything we ought to know about you and Sam, maybe a wedding, an engagement, something?" Daniel attempted to ask in his most non-threatening, diplomatic tone.
It had been nearly two months since Daniel and Teal'c had been treated to the Star Wars theme rendition in the elevator. In that time, they'd heard nothing from Jack or Sam about the fledgling relationship. Sure, like always, the two were pretty sure they'd picked up on some interesting non-verbals between the couple. But, heck, what else was new!
"I hope so Daniel. I'm finding a ring and once I do, we'll be in business. And if you say anything to Sam, you'll wish you were a rock, not just a nerd who studies them. Catch my drift, buddy."
"Daniel Jackson, I believe O'Neill would prefer we remain discrete when speaking with Colonel Carter."
"Ya think?"
Within the week, Jack had received numerous e-mails from his two friends recommending jewelers. As he opened the latest e-mail from Teal'c, offering to import stones from Chulak, Jack laughed to himself, thinking how lucky he was to have such faithful friends.
As he was having pleasant thoughts about the guys and even more pleasant thoughts about Sam, he was surprised by a knock on the front door. Sure enough it was the guys.
"Well, what do you think?"
"About what?"
Daniel rolled his eyes and looked at Jack with a bit of condescension. "The jewelers, of course."
"Don't need 'em. But thanks for the thought."
"O'Neill, we would be quite unhappy if you decide against a joining with Col. Carter."
Jack looked at his friend, somewhat startled by his choice of words.
"I wouldn't worry about that T.," Jack smiled, gently patting an elegant silver ring box on his coffee table."
"Where?"
"Safe deposit box, my grandmother's; with a little sizing, inscription, its perfect."