During Inauguration. In the 200th episode, there's the bit about Jack being invisible. As near as I can figure, there are just some problems with it since Daniel mentions Hammond's office (S7), Sam calls him Colonel O'Neill, not General (S7), Teal'c has hair (S8), and Sam's hair is parted on her right (S8). None of these facts presented in the bit align to a specific timeline since they occur in different seasons. So, sorry! I just went for it. I also gave myself the challenge of making this less creepy, which unfortunately made it less hot.

Jack had never been so proud nor ashamed of himself in his life, and that was saying something. However, any shame he felt was borne for a noble cause.

"All I'm saying is, you said you would take a two week vacation," Jack argued from his bench in the women's locker room. It had taken Carter approximately ten seconds after realizing he was present to turn off the water, wrap herself up in a towel and storm out of her stall. This invisibility thing was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. Well, lately, at least.

"That's why you broke into the women's locker room? For a dare?!" She was pissed off and almost naked, and that blend was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Well, you don't have to say it like that. And as I seem to recall, you're not opposed to breaking into locker rooms." Turnabout was fair play, after all. And yes, that locker room incident was hot too. Time had given him a new perspective on it. "We can talk about that now, right? It's not weird anymore?"

"No, we cannot. This isn't fair. You sneaked in," Sam tightened the towel around her after chastising him, and Jack was already dreaming about that towel slipping off of her body, tickling her skin as it fell to the floor.

"Well, it was more of a waltz. Just waltzed right in. And I didn't hear you complaining either."

"I didn't know you were there!" Sam's arms flew wide in frustration.

"Doesn't matter. I showered with you in the women's locker room. Hence, two week vacation. Get started, young lady."

"No way. You cheated." It was likely he would regret it, but he wasn't going to look away now. He didn't need to avert his eyes for the sake of propriety or her comfort. No, he could take her all in now, and there was only one thing that would make it better—combining this moment with his dream about having two of her. He was going to make a point to try to have that dream tonight.

"There's no need to be a sore loser, Carter. It's not a good look for you."

"You know what's not a good look? Invisibility. Will you please let us fix this?"

"No way, I've got things to do. Wait, are you saying that I look better when you can see me?"

"Sir..."

"Just saying."

"Yes, I'd like to be able to see you again," she relented.

"What would you like to see most?" Jack was goading her now, but goddamn it was fun.

"Don't."

"Don't what?" he asked innocently.

"Don't try to flirt with me when I can't even see you." She crossed her arms, and Jack's jaw dropped slightly. It was possible that he would never recover from seeing the way her breasts plumped up above her towel with her arms akimbo under them.

"No, that would be inappropriate. Wanna know what I'm wearing?"

"No," she answered quickly, trying to hide her amusement from him.

"A smile. I'm wearing a smile."

"Oh God." Sam rested an exasperated hand on her forehead, and he decided to have mercy on her.

"Fine. Let's say that theoretically, there was a flag on the play. What do I have to do to get you to take a vacation?"

"Crossword." Sam replied dropping a saucy little hand onto her hip. The move pulled her towel to the side a bit and he could see a delicious slit against her thigh where the ends didn't quite meet anymore. Frankly, he was a little surprised that she was standing here arguing with him in only a towel, but he wasn't exactly sure how to stop it even if he were so inclined.

"A crossword?" Jack cleared his throat and gave his head a single shake to clear the images from his mind.

"I get to choose it."

"Fine, but it's double or nothing. I finish the crossword and you take a month off," Jack insisted.

"Deal. Now can we please make you visible again?"

"Depends. How good are the locks on your house?"