AN: So really a rather short round up, should be more but I would rather have it finished than leave you guys hanging. My muse is still being unco-operative :( So here ya go...

The night progressed quickly and by six thirty they were done. "Oh my god. I think that is actually it!" Sam declared in disbelief as she noticed the pile of mission reports had moved from one central column to two unevenly split stacks, one on either side of them. Naturally she had finished before he had and had given in to help him with the last five or so reports. The first one she had picked up was from two whole months ago and it had been difficult for either of them to remember the mundane details of Daniel's first rock gathering mission since he had returned.

Jack poked his tongue out of the side of his mouth as he tried hard to concentrate on the last two sentences of the last report. "And...then..." he voiced as he wrote. "Teal'c marched us both...back to the gate, where Janet...got straight...onto it and made a cure." He sighed and chucked his pen down. "Done." he declared and rubbed his wrist. "Ouch, my hand is totally cramped up. I don't think I have ever written so much in my life."

Carter grinned, she did not have that problem, she had typed her versions up on her laptop so that Hammond did not spot the difference between their handwritings...not that she was pretty sure the General knew Jack did not do all of his own reports. The differences in their linguistic styles must have been more than apparent. "You forgot to sign that." she pointed out as Jack flicked the last file shut with a triumphant sigh.

"Argh!" Frustrated he opened the pages and fumbled with them for a bit, he was too tired to really be bothered concentrating and so it took longer than it should have done and his signature ended up looking very much like that of what it had when he was twelve. "There...happy now Major?" he asked grinning at her.

Carter nodded at him through her yawn and then smiled weakly at him as she hit print on the machine, it would take a few minutes to complete it's task, especially with Teal'c and Daniel's contributions on top.

Jack felt a yawn of his own building. "Tell you what. When that that lot is done and signed I'll go drop these off and instead of breakfast we'll do brunch, what do you say?"

"That sounds good Sir, I could do with a few hours sleep, it's been a long night." She attempted to stretched the kinks out of her shoulders and neck and allowed her eyes to drift shut where she sat in her uncomfortable chair.

O'Neill winced slightly as mild guilt pinged through him. She would have been in bed hours ago if it were not for him and now she was making a soft whining sound at the thought of having to walk to quarters. "I'll tell you what Carter, to thank you for helping with all this I'll make sure you get a massage or something."

One of Carter's eyes opened and she looked at her sleep deprived CO. "A massage? From you?" she asked, too tired to really be as confused as she knew she should be by that thought.

"Oh god no!" Jack laughed. "That would be nothing but a straight up punishment. I would never do that to you. No...I was thinking Teal'c. You know how much of a demon he is when it comes to his hands...and he loves it!"

Sam grinned, already feeling the big jaffa's stress relieving touch. "Mmmmm." she moaned and sighed. Then she realised how that probably sounded and her eyes flickered open. "You're right Sir, he does enjoy 'relieving the tension of his fellow team-mates fatigued muscles'." she imitated, drawing a smile from Jack's lips.

Belatedly Jack realised what he had just admitted to and waited for her to pull him on it. It did not take long.

"So he's a 'demon' is he?" Sam enquiringly teased. "When did you finally give in then?" she asked, her lip curling up slightly in amusement.

Jack was too exhausted to muster up a lie so instead he leant back on his chair, gripped his hands behind his head and told the ceiling the truth. "Oh about four years ago. Right after he 'fixed' my strained shoulder."

"Si-ir!" Sam chastised, unable to believe that he had been able to keep that secret for so long.

Jack ploughed on into conversation, hoping to deflect her intense displeasure at his deception. "Remember the first time he offered his services to SG-3? That was just too funny!"

Sam laughed heartily at the memory. "Oh Teal'c." she sang. "If it had not been for his ten foot stature." she exaggerated. "He would have so got a pounding for that."

"But it so was not his fault. I mean how was he to know that it was not customary for Earth warriors not to assist in the recuperation process after battle." Jack chuckled into his own defence of his friend. "It still weirds me out to know that jaffa rub each other up after battle."

"Down Sir...they rub each other down!" Carter clarified.

Jack looked over at her. "Whatever you say Carter." he joked and she huffed out a breath at him, not entirely able to muster any strong feelings one way or the other on his interpretation of things.

Carter let her eye roam the room and noticed that the printer had finally stopped. "Reports are done."

"You mean cooked?" Jack asked one eye on the machine, the other firmly closed as the tiredness stung and itched behind it, he rubbed at it.

"Yeah, well and truly cooked. Like the both of us." Doggedly she pushed to her feet and retrieved the printed documents. She sorted them on her desk and passed the first one across to him along with the appropriate jacket. "Sign." she told him.

Jack groaned in protest at her. "Aww, do I have to?"

"Yes." she ordered, her legs tired where she remained standing. "Colone-el!" she moaned just as plaintively as he had when he made no move to comply. "I want to get to bed!"

O'Neill instantly sat forward and lifted the blue pen off the table and squiggled his name. Twice more he used blue and then shifted to the black pen.

"Sir? What are you doing?" Sam enquired, her brows puckering.

"So they are not all the same colour, Hammond will think I did them at different times if I use different pens." He squiggled again and grunted as he misspelled his own name. "Two ells Jack." he chastised himself.

Sam was so close to telling him what he was saying was utter, utter nonsense and that Hammond would have to have been born yesterday to buy a trick like that but she could not bring herself to be bothered. If it kept him happy and got him to concentrate who was she to argue?

Three minutes later they really were done and Sam dragged Jack out of his chair when he was reluctant to move. "Carter, can't I just sleep here?" he asked as he took the box she shoved at him.

"No, it's ten to seven...or at least it will be by the time I reach my quarters and I need to lock my lab. Besides what would the rumour mill say if one of the SF's caught you napping in my lab?"

"They would say, hey look at that, there is our brilliant leader of SG-1. Isn't Sam Carter lucky that he is so dedicated that he would fall asleep whilst helping her out?"

Sam stopped at the door and turned to face him, watching him closely as he walked out into the hall. "Yeah right...that is exactly what they would say!"

Jack smirked, her level of sarcasm was on a par with his on a good day. He stole a look at her smiling countenance as she locked her lab door. "Well it's not the worst conclusion they could draw." he defended.

Sam turned on him and smile her victory smile. "And that Sir, is precisely my point. I don't want to have to deal with another round of 'Are they aren't they?' Not right now anyhow." That would just make Felger even harder to work with as he struggled not to just blurt the question out.

Jack pouted slightly at her reluctance to enjoy the gossip network speculating on them, personally he loved it. It really did not do his ego any harm and usually he knew she did not mind either...which again, did nothing to hurt him in the slightest.

By the time he had worked through that thought the elevator doors were opening and he stepped inside. "You not coming?" he asked.

Carter shook her head. "You're going down, I am going up. It'll be quicker if I take the stairs."

"I don't mind going up first." Jack offered.

Sam just smiled at him. "Goodnight Sir."

"Night." he called as he released his foot from the doors. "And thank you Sam." he called before she disappeared from view.

Carter turned back and grinned at him. "You are buying brunch...for all of us. Big hu-uge brunch!" she told him in no uncertain terms.

Jack did not get the chance to respond as the doors closed and Sam shook her head. Next month he was definitely doing his own paperwork...and this time she really, really meant it...she really, really did!

END

AN: And she does really, really mean it...until the blue jello comes back into play that is! :)

I hope you enjoyed that. It's a while since I wrote a two parter and I can't help but feel it may have more mileage to spill out into a wider team based fic where they help Daniel address his problems...or lose their downtime to a Felger based adventure or something but for now that is all I have at the mo as my muse has abandoned SG-1 for Sanctuary writing...can't get Helen Magnus out of my head...oh dear, how I do suffer! ;)