"Alright everyone, listen up!" The Marshall yelled to the small group gathered around him. "There are only 3 rules: no shooting anyone above the shoulders, no shooting outside the klaxons at the beginning and end and, whatever happens, do not remove your visor for any reason. I'm only gonna say this once, anyone caught breaking the rules will be moved from the area immediately and have your day pass revoked. No second chances, no refunds. It's for you own safety, folks!" He looked around at the group of masked adults and the teenager. "Everyone clear on that? Great stuff, now lets move to the first battle ground!"

He waved his paintball gun in the air to signal which direction to walk in and headed off ahead of the group.

Jack lead in his green forest camo BDUs, followed closely by Daniel, Teal'c then Sam. Pete and Cassie followed behind, Pete in green slacks and a bright orange and white "I've honked my horn at hooters" T-shirt. Jack wondered how this guy made it past beat cop. They stopped at the edge of a wooded field.

"Ok," the Marshall yelled, "first game is a two-man team. Pair up and the last team with a member standing wins!"

Before Pete could reach Sam, Cassie linked his arm and pulled him towards her.

"Peter, will you be on my team? Please?" She widened her eyes pleadingly. He looked up at a surprised Sam and shrugged his shoulders.

"Uh, sure Cassie, if that's ok with Sam?" He looked to her for approval. Sam nodded.

"No problem, Pete. I'll team up with one of the guys."

Jack, who had overheard the entire conversation, yelled over to Sam.

"Carter!" She turned to look at him, "Daniel's with Teal'c, you're with me!"

Pete watched as Sam smiled faintly and nodded sharply.

"Yes, Sir!"

With that, she about turned and headed for the tree line with Jack. Cassie dragged Pete behind a nearby bush.

"Jack says always make sure you can see the enemy position from wherever you hide. You always need someone watching your six!"

Pete peered out from behind the shrubbery to see Jack signal to Sam to follow him behind a large tree trunk as they turned back to back, their shoulders and hips in perfect alignment. He frowned when Cassie grabbed his t shirt and pulled him back behind cover.

An air horn sounded to signal the start of the games and Pete stuck his head out again in time to see Sam and Jack sink to the ground and disappear behind the tree. Damn!

...

Jack signalled for Sam to follow him along the tree line where he could see Daniel's glasses glinting in the sun on the other side of the compound. He took aim and shot once before crouching down. A yell from Daniel confirmed the shot. Grinning he aimed a second at his friend which also hit the target. Another shot and he'd be out.

One down, three more to go.

Sam looked around for Teal'c but couldn't see him. No surprise there. Just as she went to move off, Jack grabbed her tac vest and pulled her down to the ground, covering her torso with his own. Just as she hit the deck, a barrage of paintballs came from behind an upturned pallet. Teal'c.

From where Pete sat still behind the bush, he could see the paintball fire from Teal'c and Jack lying on top of Sam. He face began to turn an interesting shade of purple. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear that there was something going on with Jack and it appeared as though he had designs on his fiancée. Pete was no fool. He knew how to read the tactile gestures of a man on a mission. It was then that Pete decided to take matters into his own hands. He stood and took a couple of shots at Jack, both of which he missed, and returned under cover to wait for another chance. Again, another two shots missed. Jack gestured for Sam to take cover to his left and moved to the right himself. Pete tried to go around the back of Jack, not caring that he was leaving Cassie undefended.

He reached Jack just as the air horn sounded and levelled his paintball gun point blank at Jack.

"Guns down!" The Marshall yelled across at Pete. "No second warning!"

By this point, Pete had seen red. He threw his gun to one side on the ground and marched towards Jack, raising his fist. He took a swing at Jack which he dodged easily and reached out to grab Pete. Pete took a second swing at Jack's head which Jack again manoeuvred around and his arm shot out to grab Pete's outstretched arm, bringing it quickly behind his back. Jack used Pete's momentum to swing him face-down into the mud and pin him to the ground.

By this point Carter had been alerted to the scuffle by Daniel and Cassie's cries of "Jack!And "Peter!" And ran across to the scuffling pair. Both were on the ground scrabbling in the mud, Pete trying to wrestle himself from Jack's grip and Jack pinning him to the ground.

"Easy! Hey Pete, what the hell is up with you?!" Jack yelled at him, confused.

Pete turned his head to Jack.

"What's up with me?" He spat angrily, "I've just watched you throw yourself, quite literally, on top of my fiancée and you're asking me what my problem is?! Samantha is your subordinate, keep your hands to yourself!"

Jack's grip tightened.

"I don't know what the hell you think you saw, Shanahan, but you'd better not say that again if you want to go home in one piece!"

Sam rushed up to the pair and growled angrily.

"What the hell is going on here?! Sir!" She turned to him with a fierce glint in her eyes.

Jack stared back equally as fiercely.

"Ask your fiancé here, Carter! He just decided to take a swing at me. Apparently I've somehow offended his sensibilities!"

Carter grabbed Pete's arm.

"Please, let him go." She grabbed Pete herself and dragged him mud and all to his feet.

"What the hell is going on with you?!" She demanded of him. at least Pete had the decency to look cowed somewhat.

"He...he... Grabbed your arm and then threw himself on top of you!" He yelled, gesturing wildly at Jack. "Sam, he was clearly trying to cop a feel!"

Sam's grip tightened and her voice lowered angrily.

"Pete, how many times do I have to say this? I am not involved in any kind of inappropriate behaviour with my CO!"

Jack looked as though he'd been hit by a brick.

"Pete, I think you had better leave. Now!" She added sternly.

"But Sam-"

"I don't want to hear it. You've embarrassed me enough today. God, how easy do you think I am? Get away from me!" She yelled at him.

By now her teammates and Cassie had circled her defensively and Pete backed down.

"Ok, if that's what you want, Sammie. But remember I was only trying to protect you."

"She doesn't need protecting from anyone but you!" Cassie screamed, standing in front of Sam. "I always knew you were bad news and today you finally proved it."

Sam handed him her car keys.

"You can drive yourself back to the house and pick up your car. I'll get a lift home with General O'Neill. I expect you and your things to be gone when I get home. Understood?"

Pete opened his mouth to argue when Daniel placed a hand on his chest.

"A wise man would know when a 300lb Jaffa is about to rip you to pieces if you don't do as Sam asks."

Dejectedly Pete took off his visor and threw it on the ground.

"I'm sorry, babe. Look, I'll call you and we can sort this out."

Sam pointed to the parking lot.

"See you around, Pete."

He nodded and turned, his shoulders slumped as he disappeared through the trees.

Sam turned to Jack.

"I'm so sorry, Sir. Are you hurt?"

Jack laughed.

"As if that schmuck could do any damage!" He stroked Sam's arm. "I'm sorry Sam."

Sam placed her hand over his.

"You didn't do anything!"

The Marshall cleared his throat.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you all to leave" he said, gesturing to the door.

Cassie grabbed Sam's arm.

"Let's go grab lunch, I need some food after that!"

SG-1 walked towards the entrance, removing their kit as they went. So much for a fun day out!