AN: More random Jack and Sam fluff. Just a general conversation in which they tease each other a little. Set in season eight. In this one I have them as established and allowed to be together. Oh and the sciencey stuff is gleaned from wikipedia so it might not be 100%!

Summary: As is now routine Jack drops in on Sam in her lab, but this time he thinks he can win their almost daily back and forth. Join him and see if he can succeed. Question 5 Do you know what time it is? J/S established. S8. Rated K plus.

Question 5: DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?

Jack appeared at her lab door, she was anything but surprised and so she pretended to be completely engrossed in her work despite the fact that all she wanted to do was grin at him.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked feigning irritability.

"No." Sam replied honestly and then immediately issued a challenge, as had become the pattern of their little game. "Do you know what spacetime it is?"

"Spacetime." Jack repeated as he stepped closer to her table. He set his mind into motion. After a few moments he came up empty and shrugged. "Not the same spacetime as four seconds ago?" he tried. Maybe being a smart-ass would get him off the hook.

"Point conceded but do you know why?" Sam pressed, no way he was getting out of this so easily. She loved teasing him like this and after eight years he loved it just as much as she did.

Jack O'Neill sighed. "Gee I dunno Carter. I never was very good with the whole forth dimension thing, but knowing you it's probably got something to do with non-Euclidian geometry."

Sam's face fell into a puzzled frown, it was just a brief flicker but he saw it and grinned widely at her. "Am I right?" he pushed, rocking casually back onto his heels.

"Sort of." she said, not really knowing what to do with the information he had just thrown at her, or more to the point, where he had gotten it from.

"If I am not mistaken non-Euclidian geometry requires the setting aside of the parallel postulate." he trounced out as if it was nothing new to him, and did a good job even if he did say so himself.

"That's one possible element yes." Sam responded, feeling slightly distracted.

"Ha! I knew it!" Jack exclaimed loudly and slapped his hands together.

"Sir, where did you-"

"You see." he said, cutting her off. "You think I don't know things, but I do!" he enthused wildly, pointing his finger at her.

Sam folded her arms and set her hip against the edge of the counter. His gloating was getting to her. "Fine, if you're so smart what is the original formulation of Euclid's Fifth Postulate?"

Jack's glee faded out fast. "We're not talking about that, we're talking about parallel..." His words faded out faster that his glee, she had that look on her face, the one that told him he was toast.

"It's the same thing General, but surely you knew that?" she condescended playfully. "Well?" she prompted a few moments later when he was done scowling at her.

"Yes I am, you?" he asked trying hard to change the subject.

"If a straight line falls on two straight lines in such a manner that the interior angles on the same side are together less than two right angles, then the straight lines, if produced indefinitely, meet on that side on which are the angles less than the two right angles."

Jack could do nothing but blink as she stuck to her guns and further pursued the topic that he had opened up. He swallowed, he really should have known better than to try to play her at her own game. "Clearly you are not well Colonel if that's what you think the formulation is." he bluffed.

Sam's eyebrows rose high on her head. "General." she said but that was as far as the thought went.

"Okay, okay." Jack conceded. "Fine I don't really know all of the details but I do know we are talking about triangles and you know what else is a triangle?" he asked, hedging towards his main reason for being here.

"No, what?" Sam asked, no longer wanting to continue with the conversation now that it was beginning to get ridiculous, but Jack had a way about him and she was curious as to what he would come up with next.

"A sandwich." He grinned victoriously.

Carter sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Come on." Jack said and grabbed her by the hand. "Lunch time." he ordered.

Sam allowed the leader of the SGC to tug her across the room like a small child. Anyone else and she would have been tempted to flatten them, but Jack was Jack and she as it turned out was hungry.

The General stopped at the door and turned to face her. "Lunch spacetime, if you will."

An exasperated sigh broke through her lips. "Fine, you can have that one. Just stop trying to talk science, it's not a good colour on you!" she told him firmly.

"Well it's not my fault!" Jack retorted.

"And so it's mine...how?" Sam demanded.

Jack started walking slowly down the corridor and she followed, keeping pace. "That much should be obvious...you really need to invest in some better bathroom reading material, Sam."

She laughed and Jack was happy. "There's nothing wrong with my bathroom reading material. There's a whole stack of motorbike magazines in there too." Unable to resist she reached out and touched his arm. "Or better yet, bring your own stuff over. You are there three or four nights a week anyhow, so you might as well."

Jack shrugged a little. "Yeah I suppose I could do, but to be honest when I'm at your place I don't particularly want to spend all my time reading in the bathroom, especially not when there are much more exciting things to be doing." He reached out and slipped his arm briefly around her waist.

"Jack." she whispered and shifted away a little. "We are at work, remember?"

"Oh please." he dismissed and at the same time let her go. "I'm the boss Sam and George got us the dispensation from the President so we don't have anything to worry about."

"I know that but we agreed to keep things professional."

"Yeah, you're right. I'll just have wait then." He pouted at her.

"It'll be worth it." Sam promised him.

"Yeah?" Jack felt himself heat up.

"Oh yeah!" she assured.

"Cool!" Jack breezed. "Will it be anything like that biker chick on page twenty-four because she was hot?"

"Ja-ack!" Sam exclaimed at his brazen sexism. She slapped him on the arm.

"Ah, ah!" Jack chastised. "At work, remember? I'm your superior and you just hit me."

Sam felt her jaw clench, he was winning. "Just get in the elevator...Sir, before I really do hit you! And no more sexist comments, okay?"

"Yes Ma-am!" Jack clipped and gave her a swift salute before complying.

"You can be such a douche sometimes, you know that?" she told him as she stepped in beside him.

"That's General Douche to you Colonel." he reminded her and the doors slowly closed leaving them to laugh in peace.

END

AN: Weird little one that, no idea where it really came from...or who won in the end... Jack's end game was to get her to come to lunch, which he did, but he clearly lost out on the science chatter, so you decide...let me know if ya feel like it :)