A/N: The thrilling conclusion! For part one, read chapter 21, 'Supply Closets', of my collection of Sam/Jack stories, called The Ways Daniel Found Out. Part two is the chapter just before this one, 'Storage'.
The next day, SG-1 was sitting around a table in the commissary. Unusual for the flagship team, they were very quiet, and everyone at the table, sans Teal'c, knew why.
'So…' Jack began, but was rewarded for his (poor) efforts with silence.
'Indeed…' Teal'c said dejectedly, feeling left out.
'So, Sam, Jack,' Daniel said, as he straightened his back and glared at the two offenders. 'When were you going to tell us about…' he asked as he motioned with his arms. 'That?' Jack glared at him, and Sam tried to hide her blushing. Teal'c raised an eyebrow, deducing what the conversation was about.
'Well?' Daniel asked again.
'When were you going to tell us about you and the Doc?' Jack shot back, catching Daniel off-guard. Damn, I should've seen that one coming!
'Uh, um…' Daniel stuttered. Sam tried to stuff her giggle, Jack looked victorious, and Teal'c was… not surprised.
'Uh…' Daniel had been caught totally off guard, and was starting to panic. 'Well, um… uh… I gotta go do some, um…' he said, standing up and waving his arms around. 'Tran… slations,' he said.
'You have a hot date with the Doc, in other words,' Jack said.
'What? No, um… I mean…' Daniel said, further falling over his words. 'I, uh, should get going,' he said, and practically ran out of the commissary as if there was a hoard of Goa'ulds hot on his tail.
'That was mean, Jack,' Sam said, catching herself on the last word. 'Sir…'
Teal'c raised his eyebrow.