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On First Dates and Interesting Occurrences

Who: Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill...and a surprise guest.
What: Being away from military regulations = first date time.
When: Evening
Where: Sam's room.
Rating: PG-13.

But he was, just the tiniest bit, nervous tonight. Then again, this was far more important in certain ways than, say, conducting a bombing run in an F-16 or disabling a Super Ha'tak with an F-302. He was good at those, highly experienced. He knew the potential outcomes. This? Wasn't those things. In some hard-to-define way it was more important, at least to him.

He had found casual clothes, at least. That was the easy part. Then he had tried to find a picnic basket, several items of food, and a bottle of wine. He was quite pleased with the wine, a '69. She'd get that tiny reference. They'd never actually seen each other out of uniform when it wasn't work-related. He'd seen her in a skirt. Once. When he'd pretended to resign. And that had been interrupted by the rest of the gang.

Well, this wasn't then. It was far better. And also less on the 'uncertainty' thing. He stepped up to her door, adjusting the collar on his jacket. And then he knocked on her door.

One way or the other, one of the best adventures he'd ever had was about to start.

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"Oh yes, they definitely do. Although, you haven't had to make much effort over the years to catch my attention." She smiled and watched him open the wine. It had been awhile since she'd had any wine and '69 was indeed a good year, mission puns and all.

While he did that, Sam set everything up nicely for them within easy reach. And nabbed one strawberry early, she couldn't help herself. He was distracted with the wine.

"Yeah, but I think I'm going to anyways. Pretty sure it's the right idea since you'll keep me on my toes."

He handed her the first full glass, then raised his in a toast.

"So, let's see. To us sounds a bit...cliche. What do you think?"

"A little bit but I think we're allowed to be cliched." Sam smiled as she took it and raised her glass up to his, thinking over what they could toast to. Right now, cliche was pretty much mandatory but she gave it a shot.

"We could toast to a semi-quiet stay here in Paradisa, so far." Okay so, things had already been a little crazy here but no more so than back on Earth. This was all manageable.

"That works," he said, clinking glasses with her.

"To the two of us and a relatively quiet time, rare as diamonds."

He paused after drinking, grinning at her.

"Speaking of glittering things, have I mentioned lately that I'm kinda keen on your eyes?"

Sam took a small drink and savored the taste. Oh yes, definitely a good wine and a good year with the best of company. Could she ask for anything more now? No, she really couldn't. She didn't even mind how bare her room seemed. It didn't seem quite so plain now, sharing dinner with Jack.

"I think you've mentioned it once." Sam said with a grin. "I don't mind hearing it again though, especially from you."

He grinned, and even winked.

"I'll bear that in mind," he said, gesturing for her to sit.

"Now, I think we ought to have a seat and start to eat before everything gets cold. Or...colder."

"Good idea." She smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek and took a seat, putting food for them both on the plates and setting her wine glass down beside her plate.

"You know, I can't really think of anything better we could have done for this, tonight." And she really couldn't. A restaurant would be crowded, going bowling or anything like it would be too competitive. This was perfect, just the two of them.

"Neither can I - I mean it's not like we could go out to a restaurant and make small talk. We know all the answers already."

He paused, sitting down, and chuckled.

"It'd be like a weird pantomime show. Thankfully we've managed to avoid it so far."

He picked up the unknown bottle, sniffing at the contents. "Well, it smells like a salad dressing." And he poured some on, and took an experimental bite.

"Ok," he said, coughing and reaching for the wine, "bit of a bite to it."

"I'm sure we can avoid it for awhile." Sam smiled, cutting off a piece of chicken and biting into it. Definitely better than she could cook it, so she was glad that Jack had taken care of that.

The blonde almost choked on her bite when he started coughing at the taste of the salad dressing, smirking behind her hand. It was a little bit worth almost choke to see his face.

"We could water it down a bit, make it more bearable."

He took a healthy sip of wine, getting things back under full control. He carefully moved the salad to the side.

"So," he said, moving on to the chicken himself, "got a parts list yet? I can go shopping for 'em. There's bound to be a technical components-r-us around here somewhere."

He smiled at her, shaking his head.

"Or we can go scrounging."

"Not quite yet, I haven't gotten a computer yet so I'm working on my calculations by hand. It's a bit slower. Especially since I have to increase the size, which means more materials." And all the more risk. The small gate had blown out all the circuits in her house, she didn't want to imagine what it would do here if she made even the slightest mistake.

Sam was pretty glad, otherwise, that she could enjoy her salad without the dressing. If Jack couldn't handle it, she couldn't. Although, she did slide her salad a little closer as an offering to share.

"I'm not sure we could find everything we'll need by scrounging. Orlin's gate was made up of one hundred pounds of pure titanium, two hundred feet of fiber optic cable, seven one-hundred-thousand watt industrial-strength capacitors." That last bit might be infinitely harder to find than the rest.

He fished out the other bottle.

"Ok, this one? Ninety-nine percent sure it's a caesar dressing. It says so on the label."

He paused as he listened to her list of parts.

"Oh, is that all? Hit a couple of garage sales, we'll be fine." He took a bite of her salad. "Not something you can get from the local Radio Shack," he said, in all seriousness.

"Sam, I thought you should--" In true Daniel fashion, he let himself in, attention focused on the book in his hand while the other holds the door open. But when he looks up he blinks, thoughts effectively derailed.

This looks like...

Oh.

He opens his mouth, then closes it. Words failing to get that far. He knows about the thing between them, has known about it for some time. It's a little hard not too, especially considering how close they all are. Still, it's surprising to see them actually acting on it.

"Well," Isn't this awkward. "You certainly picked a fine time."

"Unless someone switched it with some other dressing." Sam grinned and took a bite of chicken. She nodded a bit and thought it over, loath to make any wishes here. Who knew what she'd end up getting, if the castle was as picky as she was told her first day here.

"We'll figure it out." She said and went to take a sip of wine when the door opened. And almost choked when Daniel came in talking, ending up coughing as it went down wrong.

While she recovered her ability to speak and breath normally, she left the 'hello's' to Jack.

For his part, Jack turned slowly, giving Daniel what could only be described as a 'look'.

"We picked a fine time? There this thing, that's called 'knocking'. You do it on a door. Might want to give it a go sometime."

Yes, he sees that look. And he gives one of his own back. How was he supposed to know they were in the middle of a DATE? It's not like anyone told him!

"Sorry, I thought the news of that I not going to fall over and die anytime soon was more important." Because yes, he had only five minutes ago remembered that he hadn't told Sam after worrying her so much about it. He got distracted by the library.

In their defense, how were they supposed to know he wouldn't point out regulations or something similar. She coughs again, finally clearing her wind pipe of wine and nods to Daniel. Time to play peace keeper.

"That's fantastic news, Daniel!" Remembering sooner would have been great but hey! Now none of them have to worry about Daniel dying. Again. Next time, she'll put a 'Do not disturb' sign on her door. Locking it would probably just result in a door being knocked down in worry.

"Wait, I'm missing something," he said, turning from Sam to Daniel, with his standard 'Confused O'Neill' expression on his face.

"Because Daniel dying again sounds like a big deal."

"Nothing important," He's flippant about it now, seeing the threat is all and over with. "I was still connected to Vala when I got here, but everything is fine now."

"Seems being kidnapped by an intern-dimensional castle severed the connection. Lucky me." Nevermind that he did end up passing out before the connection completely dissipated, but that's another story for another time.

"Well, I think I should probably... go now. Let you guys get back to your, dinner." He means date.

"I'm glad you let me know, Daniel. We'll need everyone we can get while we're here." Especially considering it is a magic inter-dimensional castle and god knows what they might find. They'd all be necessary.

... Oh, she knows Daniel means date. Her cheeks kind of turn a bit pink and completely pretending they were not just caught.

"Ok, that's that sorted out," he said.

"Now, if there's nothing else," he added, making shooing motions.

Oh, they'd be talking about this. It wouldn't be Daniel if it didn't result in a long conversation at some point. He just wasn't particularly keen to have that conversation now. Though he might end up having it anyways.

He smiles, expression shifting to that oh so familiar 'Daniel still has something to say' look. There is so much he could say, so much he could get into even more trouble for saying (he can tell he's in trouble already).

"Right," Time to turn around and walk away. But, he hasn't done that yet, he's still standing there, his smile morphing into a smug cross between a grin and a pleasant smile. "Better late than never, right?"

He shifts his weight, "Though you might want to put a sock in the door next time." Okay, now he is leaving, flashing them both a smile before closing the door a little quickly.

The half-cough half-laugh that escaped Sam is almost entirely out of shock that Daniel actually said that before making a quick escape. And there was nothing close by the chuck at him before the door clicked shut. So Jack was left in the room with Sam who was blushing and her face turned a bright shade of red instead of a light pink color.

"That was... Did he just really suggest a sock on the door?" Please tell her that she imagined that, she needed to hear that it was imagined.

He looked at the door for a long moment before looking back at her.

"It...probably means something different to archaeologists. They use a fertility idol outside the door for, y'know, warning other archaeologists off during...well."

He sat back down, drumming his fingers on the table.

"That's it. I'm putting a bell on him."

"That was the... one of the most embarrassing and awkward situation I've ever been in." Sam said, shaking her head a little before taking a sip of wine. At least all they had been doing was having dinner. The alternative would have been much worse, who knew what Jack would have done then.

Although, Sam couldn't help but laugh when Jack suggested a bell for Daniel. Somehow, she couldn't help but imagine him trying.

"I kind of think that would be more annoying than helpful."

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