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"So, this is good, right?" he asked. Janet shook herself and turned back to Daniel. Teal'c stood upright once again, and glared impassively at Daniel a moment, before unbending to say,
"It is indeed most hopeful. As O'Neill passed by me he said to me 'She was hurt. I had to hold her'. I believe this to be a good sign. He placed her own emotional needs above the regulations. "
"He sat by her bed again." Daniel added.
"There's still Pete." Janet reminded them.
"May his bones be eaten by wild dogs in the darkest corner of the pit of Hades." Teal'c said pleasantly.
"And his soul...his soul be forever tormented by...umm...by endless reruns of 'Saved by the Bell!" Daniel finished triumphantly. "I've been practising." He explained in answer to Janet's incredulous look.
"Practice more." She said dryly. Daniel retreated back to his comfort, coffee. Unfortunately, his cup was empty, and he was reduced to playing with it, Jack O'Neill style. Janet turned back to Teal'c, trying to ignore the sound of polystyrene been broken off and snapped.
"I was under the impression Pete had gone back to Denver." Teal'c said.
"Crawled back to his hole." Daniel murmured.
"He did." Janet admitted. "But they've been emailing each other every day."
"Maybe their messages will be consumed by Yahell." Teal'c observed. Janet shook her head.
"No, they've been getting through all right. He's been ..oh for God's sake, have mine!" Janet finally snapped, handing her coffee to Daniel to quieten down his fiddling. He took it with an alacrity which suggested that had been his plan all along.
"He's been funny, charming, witty, concerned with her well-being, but not too intrusive. Perfect, in fact."
"How do you know?" Daniel asked. Janet, surprised, just said,
"What?". Daniel repeated his question.
"I may, " Janet admitted slowly, "have accidentally hacked into Sam's email account."
"You?" Daniel asked.
"Cassie." Janet said. "Cassie may have done it, and while I was telling her off for it, I may have accidentally read all Sam's private emails." Janet told her friends sheepishly, looking back from one to the other.
"You used your daughter to spy on your best friend's private email to find out if she still loves her boyfriend whom we all dislike?" Daniel asked. Janet nodded slowly. Daniel and Teal'c exchanged glances.
"Good." Daniel said cheerfully, sipping his (Janet's) coffee.
"We will need ingenuity like that if the CGSJFFL is ever to achieve its objective." Teal'c added. Janet grinned and relaxed. Maybe if they were ok about this she should tell them about...no, maybe not. That might be going too far. That was a secret best kept between her, the four walls and Sgt Siler.
"What's her answers like?" Daniel asked.
"Cheerful. Relaxed. Happy. Doesn't sound like her at all." Janet said glumly.
"She'll get bored of him." Daniel said confidently. He looked round at the unsure faces around him. "Look, " he explained, "We all met her previous boyfriends, didn't we?"
Janet and Teal'c nodded.
"And did we like any of them?"
They shook their heads.
"In fact, after a while we found them all intensely boring."
"Safe." Janet replied scornfully.
"Colourless." Teal'c agreed.
"And, knowing Sam as we do, it's safe to assume she would have found them boring too after a while."
Again they nodded.
"In fact, the only reason they didn't is because they all, well, you know..."
"Died." Janet finished.
"Exactly. But Pete didn't. so, given time, she'll get used to that, and find him very very VERY annoying."
"As we do." Teal'c finished. Daniel didn't answer, but nodded as he drained his coffee cup. Janet's pager went off, and both men looked towards her.
"Sam's woken up." Janet told them. "See you guys later."
"At the next CGSJFFL meeting?" Daniel asked.
"Hopefully sooner." She said, leaving Teal'c and Daniel alone.
"A hug." Daniel said, smiling. "She got so excited over a hug. I've hugged her, and she never got that excited."
"For O'Neill and SamanthaCarter, a hug is only the beginning." Teal'c told him.
"Today a hug, next year...?"
"Next year, true love." Teal'c said, as he left.