"National Yo-Yo Day" [drabble, friendship, K]

Title: National Yo-Yo Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Words: 1,190
Summary: Jack O'Neill is determined that this June 6th, he will not be the only one celebrating the holiday and how else to involve reluctant teammates but to surprise them with some gifts? But he isn't the only one in store for a surprise.

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Season 4
6 June 2000

Jack O'Neill held a small box in one hand and whistled under his breath as he navigated the tunnel hallways of the base to Carter's lab. The door was open so he poked his head through the doorway and was pleased to see all three teammates present, which meant Daniel and Teal'c had joined forces today to get Carter to lunch. She'd been overly absorbed with the… something device from P3X… whatever this past week and skipping too many meals.

"Hi campers," he greeted.

"Sir," Carter rose to attention beside her workbench.

"Hi Jack."

"O'Neill."

He nodded his head at their greetings and eyed the device on her workbench but figured, as the guys were all standing next to it, it was safe to approach. He entered the lab and held his package up. "Somewhere I can put this down for a sec Carter?"

Carter eyed his box far too warily in his opinion. It wasn't like it was some wacko alien device like the one gutted on her workbench that could turn people to stone or whatever it did.

"Here Sir," she pointed to reasonably bare area of the workbench close to her.

He set the box down and flipped up the top flaps and took out the first toy, a bright yellow coloured one like his blue one. "Here, this is for you," he passed it to her and then passed a wooden yo-yo made of dark and light coloured woods glued together to Daniel and a green Yoda yo-yo to Teal'c in turn. "Happy National Yo-yo Day!"

Carter turned the spool-like toy over in her hand like it was some foreign thing. "They really celebrate, um, yo-yos Sir?"

"Yep, on Duncan's birthday," he enthusiastically informed them and took out his own yo-yo and threaded the string loop onto his finger. Really, by this point one would think his team would get that he didn't make up the odd holidays he celebrated—other people had already done it for him.

"Who is Duncan?" Teal'c asked as he examined the Yoda yo-yo he held and although it was regular sized the green coloured toy look small in his hands.

"Donald Duncan," Jack named him and dropped his hand to let the blue yo-yo spin down the string to spin at the end in the sleeping motion, "he invented the yo-yo in the 1930s."

Daniel frowned. "That's not true, the yo-yo is an ancient invention and while its origins are hard to identify we do know that the ancient Greeks had them. I know of a two thousand four hundred forty year old kylix, a type of wine-drinking cup, on which a boy is depicted playing with a yo-yo. Also, Greek records from the period describe the toy and state they were made out of wood, metal, or painted terracotta, that is, fired clay."

Jack snapped his yo-yo back up the string. "Okay, okay, Duncan didn't invent, invent them. But he did make them all popular again and start the contests and stuff. And it's because he bought the first yo-yo factory from the Filipino guy that we call them yo-yos and not bandalores. And never mind that stuff, try them out."

Daniel looked doubtful but slipped his finger into the string loop and dropped his dual coloured wooden yo-yo. It spun down the string and when Daniel jerked his hand up it wound up and then back down and after a few attempts to get the yo-yo to return to his hand the toy spun out in circles at the end and Daniel had to pull it up to rewind the string.

"Just need some practice," Jack said cheerfully and dropped his yo-yo to the end of its string, put it to sleep, and then walked the dog across the concrete floor. He pulled the toy back into his hand and turned to Carter. "Give it a try Carter."

Carter looked reluctant as well, but took the yellow toy in hand and dropped her yo-yo down the string and while it swung from side to side for a moment she managed to put it to sleep, where it spun on the end of the string for some time, before returning it to her hand.

"Good, good." Jack approved. "We'll have you Going Around the World in no time. What you about T?"

Teal'c slipped a finger into the loop and the green yo-yo dropped down the string and back up to his hand in one smooth motion.

"Not bad," Jack complimented.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow and tossed the yo-yo in an arch from left to right and as it spun out, caught the string with two of his left fingers so the yo-yo landed dead on its string and formed a loop in the string. With his right hand he pushed on the looped string and flipped the yo-yo over his left to land on the string, swung it back over the left hand to arch down and over his right hand when the yo-yo landed on the string a third time. He flipped it back over his throw hand, swung it back around to spin around his left fingers to catch it on the string on the second circle.

"Whoa." Jack recognized the advanced trick called Skin the Gerbil—which was way, way ahead of his measly Walk the Dog. He looked sidelong at Carter and Daniel, and while he wasn't open mouthed in surprise like the other man was, to judge from their expressions at least he wasn't the only one surprised! "I um, take it Jaffa have yo-yos?"

"Indeed." Teal'c inclined his head and unwound his yo-yo to bring it back to rest in his hand. "It is a most useful tool for the coordination of hand and eye. Thank you for the gift O'Neill. I am most pleased with the image of Grand Master Yoda upon it."

"You're ah, welcome." Jack cleared his throat, pocketed his yo-yo, and clapped his hands together, "Well, lunchtime! We ready to go?"

He blew out a relived breath when the three nodded. They exited Carter's lab and with Teal'c and Daniel in front engrossed in their own conversation as Daniel asked numerous question of the big guy about Jaffa yo-yos, he bumped his shoulder into Carter's shoulder.

"Sir?" she gave him a quizzical look.

"Hey, Carter, what do yo-yos and life have in common?"

Carter's expression would be categorized as the equivalent of an eye-roll on anyone that wasn't as skilled poker-face subordinate as she was. "Sir?"

He bumped her shoulder again. "C'mon Carter."

"Okay Sir," Carter obligingly played along, "what do yo-yos and life have in common?"

"They have their ups and downs," he delivered the punch line and grinned in triumph at the laugh that won from Carter as she shook her head at him. So celebrating National Yo-yo Day wasn't going quite like he'd planned, showing off the tricks he knew while teaching his team how to play with a yo-yo, but Carter was still laughing at his jokes so it was a fine holiday indeed.

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To see Skin the Gerbil in action visit http://yoyoexpert.com/learn/060-expert-skin-the-gerbil.html

"Love A Tree Day" [drabble, friendship, K]

Title: Love A Tree Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Summary: Colonel Jack O'Neill had planned to celebrate the day with some tree planting but an offworld adventure gives him a whole new appreciation of trees.
Words: 941

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Season 4
16 May 2000

Jack O'Neill raced through the forest of TR3-329 and his heartbeat thundering with a baying pack of—something—hot on his heels. He dodged under a low hanging branch and then leapt over a fallen log. The trees now were older, with broad trunks and sturdy boughs that were strong enough to provide sanction. And they had enough of a lead that they might just make it.

"The trees!" he yelled to his team. "Get in 'em!"

"What?" Daniel yelled back.

"Climb a tree!"

Ahead Carter angled off for one of the trees, its lowest branches level with their heads, and grabbed onto one branch. Right behind her, he planted his hand on her backside and heaved her up the rest of the way. She reached down and helped him scramble up just as the pack of creatures reached the base of the tree to snap at his heels.

He saw that Daniel and Teal'c had made it safely into a neighbouring tree as he sucked in breaths of air. "Thanks Carter."

"Welcome Sir." Carter was as flushed and out of breath as he was.

He looked down through the leafy branches at the baying and snarling multitude of creatures underneath the tree, almost carpeting the ground there was so many of them, and then glanced over his shoulder at Carter. The creatures had lizard-like legs and probably couldn't jump but it didn't hurt to be on the safe side. "Higher you think?"

"Yes Sir," Carter agreed fervently.

He hauled himself up a few more branches and settled next to the trunk on a broad branch and Carter settled on the same level on a neighbouring branch. Seated as they were against the trunk, their shoulders touched each other firmly and he was aware of each panting breath she took.

"So, Major, ideas?"

"About what Sir?"

"What the heck these…" he looked down at the angry terrier-sized creatures, with their feathered reptile bodies and large ridge of bright orange spine feathers standing up on end, "things are?"

"Sorry Sir, I never was much into dinosaurs."

He nudged her shoulder. "Not even T. Rex?"

"I think it's a little hard to avoid the basic knowledge of tyrannosaurus rex. Or brontosaurus, triceratops, stegosaurus, and pterodactyls."

"Well, it avoided me," he answered cheerfully and leaned forward to call out across the way to the tree the other two had taken refuge in. He raised an eyebrow at Carter when she clamped a hand around his wrist in reaction to his movement.

"Sorry Sir, I thought you…" she looked sheepish and let go.

"No worries, I'd hate to fall into this mass of creatures too." He reassured and looked over again to where Teal'c had firmly fixed himself to the tree trunk and Daniel out on a limb—literally he noted with an amused snort—making a running commentary into his camcorder. "Hey! Daniel! You know what these things are?"

Daniel lowered his camcorder. "I'm an archaeologist Jack, not a paleontologist!"

The creatures yelped and snarled louder and wracked their claws through the bark of the tree trunks the team had taken cover in.

"So, and, therefore? Do you know what these things are?"

"No Jack!" Daniel had to really raise his voice over the angry sounds the creatures were making.

"Okay, just asking!" He yelled back across the few yards separating the two trees. "Teal'c, you ever seen the like?"

"I have not O'Neill. I do believe however our conversation is increasing their aggression." Indeed, even Teal'c now had to raise his voice to speak over the creatures increased yowling. "Perhaps we should be silent."

It was something Jack had noticed too, so with a nod to his two teammates he settled back against the tree trunk and Carter. In time the creatures did quieten but they certainly didn't look like they were going anywhere soon.

Now that the adrenaline rush of running from the snarling hoard had abated, he had to contend with the boredom of being actually treed. He shook his head over that. It was either ironic or poetic getting himself treed on this day of all holiday days. And on top of the boredom was how uncomfortable it was being scrunched up in the tree's branches and sitting on its lumpy bark.

He plucked one of the spring bright leaves from a branch overhead and twirled the seven-point leaf between his fingers. After a moment he released the leaf and watched it float down and one of the creatures snapped at it with its impressive set of toothy jaws.

Ouch.

Good thing the creature had chomped on a leaf and not one of them.

"So, Carter," he spoke as casually as he could and tried to get more comfortable on the rough bark, "you got plans tonight?"

"No, why Sir?"

He looked over at her and found her face only inches from his. "It's Love A Tree Day today and I was planning on planting a tree with Cassie and the Doc when I got home tonight—if we get home tonight. You wanna come help?"

"Well Sir, I gotta say," she smiled at him, "today I certainly love trees."

"Yeah, me too." Nothing like being saved by a tree to give one a whole new level of appreciation of the woody perennials. He plucked a perfect seven-point leaf. "So, you gonna come?"

"I will."

"Great!" Jack couldn't help but grin as he reached over and tucked the leaf he'd just plucked behind her ear. "There. Happy Love A Tree Day Carter."

Carter turned a rosy shade and returned, "Happy Love A Tree Day Sir."

-FINISHED

"Kite Flying Day" [drabble, friendship, K]

Title: Kite Flying Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Words: 722
Summary: Jack O'Neill intends to take Cassandra out to celebrate the holiday on February 8th. Now, if he can just convince Doc Fraiser that it really is okay to fly a kite in winter.

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Season 2
8 February 1998

Bundled up for the weather and the activities of the day, Jack O'Neill stepped out of his truck onto the snowy ground and his winter boots crunched the recently fallen snow beneath. The sun was bright in the cloudless sky and there was a light wind that made one hitch scarves up over one's chin and stuff mitted hands into deep jacket pockets.

The city ploughs hadn't been by yet to remove the snow that had fallen last night on the street, but the Fraisers and other people on the block had already been out this Sunday morning and shovelled their walkways and sidewalks clear. Good thing, because he didn't look forward to stomping through any snow but the snow on the sledding hill where he was taking Cassie for their day out together.

She'd even called last night, excited about the new snow and wondering if it might interfere with part of their plans. He'd been able to reassure her that as long as it didn't storm today as well, the plans would be fine.
He walked up the cleared path, up the front steps onto the front porch, and rang the doorbell of the Fraiser house. In moments the door was opened by Janet, bundled up in an overly large sweater, who waved him inside.

"Good morning Colonel. It's a fine day for sledding isn't it? Cassandra's just getting some last minute things together."

"Good morning Doc," Jack returned the greeting, "and it sure is a great day."

"Hi Jack," Cassie appeared from the interior of the house, carrying a sledding saucer, a satchel of things swinging in her hand, and wearing her winter pants already.

"Hi kiddo," Jack returned. "Ready to finish getting dressed and go?"

Cassie shook her head as she leaned the saucer against the wall and set the satchel down with a noisy clunk on the entranceway floor. "I can't find my kite. Mom, where is it?"

"Kite?" Janet looked nonplussed.

"Yeah, my kite. I need it today."

Janet furrowed her brows at her daughter. "I thought you and the Colonel were going sledding today."

"Oh, we are," Cassie answered cheerfully. "But that's later. We have to fly kites today first."

Jack did his best not to fidget under the look that Janet turned on him in turn. After a moment, he surrendered. "It's Kite Flying Day today."

In response to that one of Janet's eyebrows arched in curve that would have made Teal'c envious. "In winter?"

Jack tried to look casual.

Janet did not look impressed.

"Come on, it may be winter, but it's still a great day to fly a kite. It's sunny and there's a light wind," Jack cajoled.

Janet pursed her lips and then turned to her daughter. "Go check in the guest closet if it wasn't in the back closet with the beach things. You might find the kite there."

Cassie nodded and disappeared back into the interior of the house.

Janet turned back to him when Cassie was out of earshot. "In winter Colonel?"

"Hey! Kites aren't just a summer activity. And it really is Kite Flying Day."

The look Janet gave him reminded Jack all too strongly of the looks Carter, Daniel, and Teal'c were wont to give him when he told them what holiday it was. Really, he didn't make these dates up so why did everyone look at him like he did?

She said a third time, "In winter?"

"Kites only need wind to work so really, they can be flown in any season. And it's not like I'm taking her out to fly one in a thunderstorm like crazy old Ben Franklin."

"I would hope not," Janet said sharply.

Cassie bounded back into the entranceway and held her colourful prize aloft. "Found it! I'm ready to go now!"

Janet looked from him to her happy daughter and then back to him with a resigned look. "Okay Colonel. You guys have fun today."

"Thanks Doc," Jack stated, knowing that she was granting her permission to take the kite with them. Said kite was passed to him to hold while Cassie finished getting her parka, toque, mittens, scarf and boots on. Kite, saucer, and satchel in hand they headed out into the brisk winter day to fly a kite to celebrate the day.

"Babbling Day" [drabble, Jack & Sam, K]

Title: Babbling Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: K
Words: 730
Summary: October 21st is not a holiday Jack O'Neill marks with particular relish, but for his two babbling geeks on the team he will endure—for the day.

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Season 2
21 October 1998

Jack listened to the weekly science geek congress babble on about their weekly findings and wished—not for the first time—that these briefings weren't a requirement he had to attend as team leader. Jeez, and he still had to attend the Daniel-type geeks briefings this afternoon.

Last week the geeks had been all excited about the ongoing development of longer ranged recon probes that had developed into the UAV. Things like that he could appreciate.

Long dissertations on the analysis of the sound waves used by the bald, white, and naked aliens and white alien plants of PJ2-445 were mind numbing. Just listening to them go on and on was threatening to bring on a headache like the one he'd gotten three days ago on the planet from said alien plants.

As the projector was turned off and the briefing room lights were turned back on Jack rubbed his eyes. Didn't Foldger know two, or even three, syllable words?

Pressing his palms into his eyes he took a breath and reminded himself of his promise to hold his tongue and let the geeks babble all they liked today. He was seriously reconsidering that, though. Next year, yes next year, he'd hold his tongue only for his geeks: Carter and Daniel.

Feeling better with that decided he lowered his hands and opened his eyes to find one of his geeks, Carter watching him with her head cocked at a curious angle.

"What?"

"You okay Sir?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Carter's blue eyes flickered around the room before returning to him. "You've been very... quiet today Sir. Are you sure there are no aftereffects of the infrasonic frequencies produced by the plant-like organisms of PJ2-445? You and Daniel were exposed for a long period of time and Teal'c had his symbiote to buffer his susceptibility."

Jack groaned. This was the thanks he got for keep his trap shut? Carter eyeing him like she was on the verge of reporting him to the needle pushers? "I'm fine Carter. No need to go a hollering for the Doc."

She worried her bottom lip and glanced away.

Sighing he ordered, "Spit it out Carter."

"Sir?"

"You've still got something to say, spit it out."

Her cheeks reddening a bit she spoke, "Are you sure? You're really—"

"Quiet," Jack rolled his eyes and finished for her. "Yes, you've said that already Carter. Really, I thought you'd appreciate no interruptions from me. Let you talk about your doohickeys all you want."

"I..." Carter trailed off, and then clearly changing her mind about what she was going to say, instead said, "Why have you not been, er, your usual self today?"

"Because of the holiday."

"Holiday?" she blinked at him.

Jack gave her a crooked grin. It clearly had not been an answer his second had expected. "Yeah, it's Babbling Day today."

"What is Babbling Day?"

"Come on Carter, you don't know what it is? You're a card carrying member," he teased. He thought about it for a moment and corrected himself, "No, actually you and Daniel are summa cum laude graduates."

She just looked even more baffled. "I've never heard of such a day Sir."

"No, I didn't think you would have Captain. But trust me, today is the day I let you guys get away with all sorts of blatherskite." Proud of himself at managing to use that word today, he lifted a finger and wagged it at her. "But only today."

Carter looked even more perplexed and absently gestured her acknowledgement when one of the other geeks in the room prompted her that it was her turn to speak.

Jack felt his grin deepen, it always was fun baffling his geeks, and made shooing motions with his hands. "Go Carter, talk about how you talk to your plants."

She gave him one last puzzled look and then she got up and made her way to the front to report her latest discoveries.

Settling back into his chair Jack wondered if he'd be able to get a similar reaction from Daniel when the rock geeks did their talks. It was something to look forward to this afternoon anyway. And he admitted to himself privately, Carter sure got animated and hot when she got going with her technobabble so he settled into to enjoy the rest of Babbling Day.

"Techies Day" [drabble, Jack & Sam, K]

Title: Techies Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: K
Words: 818
Summary: Colonel Jack O'Neill makes it a habit to celebrate the less 'traditional' holidays in some way, so how to show his appreciation to the techie in his life on October 3rd?
AN: My little show of appreciation to all techies out there on this day.

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Season 5
30 September 2001

Sunday morning Jack considered the date marked four days ahead on the calendar hanging in his kitchen as he drummed his fingertips on his countertop. His scribbled note read 'Carter Day' but to the rest of the world it was 'Techies Day.'

What to do, what to do.

His toaster popped and still pondering what to do he began spreading blueberry jam on the toast. The butter knife slowed and he looked consideringly at the kitchen appliance on his countertop. Carter had just lost hers two or so months ago—to a stargate in her basement—and maybe he could get her one?

Jack discarded the idea with a shake of his head. She had probably already replaced it and a while a toaster was technically a doohickey it was not really a doohickey. He felt on Techies Day his own techie deserved something... something deserving.

He wasn't having much luck though thinking up something that was appropriate and safe to give.

Taking the first bite of his toast he picked up the phone and dialled a number. It was picked up after two rings and after listening to the greeting of the sixteen-year-old speaker he said, "Hey Cass? I've got a project for you..."

. . .

Wednesday afternoon Jack paused outside the closed door to Carter's lab and checked it for bio-hazard, nuclear reaction, or other Do-Not-Enter signs that occasionally decorated it. Seeing the door was bare he figured it was closed because either Carter wasn't in or she wanted to be left alone.

He adjusted his grip on the small package he carried wrapped in plain brown paper that hid the ThinkGeek.com logo on the box and fished out his keycard and slid it though the reader. The lock disengaged and he stuck his head through the door. He saw that Carter was in; treating her chair like a stool by perching on the edge of the seat as she sat at her counter-table-desk and beyond the usually electronic beeps of the room there was the steady click-click of typing.

Stepping into the room he cleared his throat, "Carter?"

The typing paused and Carter lifted up her head to look across the counter at him. "Sir? Can I help you?"

Jack shook his head as he stepped further into the room right up to the counter. "It's October the third today Carter."

"Yes Sir, it is," Carter gave him a quizzical look.

Jack tsked. "It seems you've forgotten what October the third is."

Carter looked a little pale and worried now. "I'm sorry Sir, but I don't remember what's today."

Jack mentally chided himself: he meant to get her excited about the date, not wind her up into a bundle of worried nerves. "Relax Carter, it's just—here." He set the package on the counter and pushed it across the surface to her.

. . .

Sam felt a little less worried now as she reached for the small package the Colonel had just set down. It must be one of those weird holidays that he was always celebrating. While he usually just told everyone what day it was and 'encouraged,' that is ordered, them into participating he sometimes marked them with cards and even more rarely with gifts.

Pulling off the brown paper she looked at the "ThinkGeek: stuff for smart masses" logo on the box and then gave the Colonel a searching look. What was, or how had he come across a website like that and did she want to know what said website sold?

The Colonel just looked expectantly back at her.

Picking up a handy blade she sliced through the tape, opened up the box, and had to laugh at what was inside. There, nestled in the foam packaging peanuts was a four inch by four inch silver toaster. And it was not just a small toaster—it was a USB toaster hub. A very cute USB toaster hub with a thumbdrive shaped like a piece of buttered toast with a smiley face on it as well.

She couldn't help smiling as she pulled the two things out of the box and set them on the counter beside her laptop. "How did you manage to find these Sir?"

He rocked back on his heels looking both smug and a little sheepish. "Cassie helped. The smiling toast thingy to plug in the top is actually from her."

Sam gave an amused shake of her head as she fingered the smiling toast shaped thumbdrive. She could see getting that from Cassie, but the toaster hub from the Colonel? That was a surprise. "Thanks Sir and just what is today?"

"Com'on Carter, I give you a doohickey and you still can't figure out what today is?"

"Nope, sorry."

The Colonel tsked again, though it was harder to do with that very smug look on his face. "It's Techies Day Carter. So, happy Techies Day."

-FINISHED

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USB toaster hub and thumbdrives can be viewed at www.thinkgeek.com/product/ee91/

Under the Influence - Ten Day Drabble Prompt #9

Rated K - 100 Words for GateWorld's Sam Carter /Jack O'Neill Ship Appreciation Thread 2.0 Ten Day Drabble Challenge

Sam sat on the gurney across from Jack and kicked her feet. Doctor Janet was a meanie: she wanted to play! Her adult brain cringed but the rest—under the influence of K1D-386's incense—didn't care.

"Pst, Sam,” Jack hissed. "Wanna play?"

"We're not supposed to get off the beds," Sam pouted.

Jack deflated, then perked up. "That's okay. Lets shadowbox!"

"Oo, you're smart Jack," Sam beamed.

Checking there were no watchers—Daniel didn't count—they kicked at each other's shadows and quickly degraded into giggling shrieks.

"What are you doing?!"

They looked at the meanie doctor and chorused: “Nothing!"

Compromising Positions - Ten Day Drabble Prompt #3

Rated K - 100 Words for GateWorld's Sam Carter /Jack O'Neill Ship Appreciation Thread 2.0 Ten Day Drabble Challenge 

“Got it Sir!” Sam exclaimed, bright-eyed and flushed with excitement as she rushed in and triumphantly held the prize aloft.

 “Excellent,” Jack gloated as he held out his hand for the envelope. “They are so going down.”

Sam grinned and passed the envelope off with a flourish. As Jack took it from her, she crowded close to the table he was standing at. “So what now Sir?”

 “Now Carter,” Jack drew out the sheets of schematics and spread them out, “we plan our attack. There is no way they can win when we have these. Their positions are totally compromised.”

Teasing and Compliments - Ten Day Drabble Prompt #2

Rated K - 100 Words for GateWorld's Sam Carter /Jack O'Neill Ship Appreciation Thread 2.0 Ten Day Drabble Challenge

Sam kept smiling as compliments were showered on her from the men circling her in the open festive pavilion.

“Gentlemen,” Jack drawled from behind as his hand settled on her elbow, “I know you’ll all hate me for stealing her away...”

“Of course Sir,” Sam easily turned away from the men groaning their disappointment. As he led her away she teased, “Needed an escape again?”

Jack shuddered. “No teasing Carter. That woman looks like Hathor and has an appetite to match.”

Sam grinned but kept her mouth prudently shut and enjoined dancing again with her CO under the alien sky.

"Skeletons" [drabble, Jack & Daniel, K]

Title: Skeletons
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: K
Words: 56
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Summary: 'If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.'

"I think it was George Shaw, a 19th century Irish playwright, who said: 'If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.'" Daniel offered with a thoughtful look.

 "I don't have skeletons in the closet Daniel," Jack grumbled. "I have a cemetery."

"Ah, well... danse macabre I guess?"