Hi there!

I started this story, and never went back to it...Two years later, it won a poll for which of my 'works in progress' I should complete...Hopefully I'll manage!

Summary - I think the title pretty much sums it up

Pairings – hints of S/J in later chapters

Jack hunched his shoulders at the tell-tale squeaking, wincing at the sound of buckling metal. A second later, the quiet peace of Minnesota was shattered, as Teal'c's deck chair gave way.

Jack winced at the 'oof' sound Teal'c made, as his butt hit the ground and the deck chair folded in on itself, trapping Teal'c inside.

"T…play nicely with the deck chair."

"I was attempting to do so O'Neill, but the chair does not perform within sufficient safety parameters."

"Well then…stop squirming in it!"

Daniel groaned, before getting up and helping Teal'c get out of his self-made prison.

Jack flickered a look in Sam's direction. She was beside herself with laughter as Daniel lost his balance, and landed on top of Teal'c, trapping himself within the chair's confines as well.

She let out a little snort, then felt a gaze upon her. She turned to see Jack, staring at her. His expression was soft as he spoke.

"Will we help the kids get out of this mess?"

"Yes sir!" She chuckled.

"Okay boys…hold still while we get you sorted."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a kid Jack." Daniel growled.

"Don't talk back to me when your ass is within kicking distance." Jack quipped.

Sam giggled again, and cast her line into the murky depths of the pond.

"Seriously T…You're over a hundred years old and I still need to teach you how to behave!" Jack grumbled, desperately trying to separate Teal'c from the deck chair.

Daniel sat on the ground a few yards away rubbing his side.

"Ow! Thanks Teal'c…I've got rust stains on my top!"

"I apologise Daniel Jackson." Teal'c said hurriedly as he was finally released from the chair.

"Guys…I think I've caught that fish!" Sam shouted, rising from her seat.

"What?" Jack spluttered.

"Yeah…c'mon…I don't know what I'm doing here…help me!"

Jack ran over to Sam's seat and took hold of the rod.

"It's okay...I got it…I got it." He said in reassurance.

Suddenly, the movement stopped, and on the other side of the pond, there was some disturbance, as the fish jumped out of the water, and once again disappeared.

"Crap!" Jack shouted. "Dammit!"

"I believe you are destined to never catch a fish O'Neill."

"Careful!" Jack waggled a finger at him. "Be very careful."

"How is he wrong?" Daniel added his two cents worth.

"…I have caught fish before Daniel...Lots of 'em...Big ones."

"Sure you have." Daniel smirked quietly.

"And pigs fly in Goa'uld Death Gliders." Sam said, a large grin on her face.

"Oh ha ha Carter…let it rest."

The chatter died down, and Teal'c got up from the ground.

"I am returning to the cabin O'Neill."

"Yeah I'm gonna head in as well…It's starting to get dark." Daniel said.

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Is not!"

"Is too."

"Daniel, Jack…I mean sir…Stop the bickering…It's getting dark and I'm going to get something to eat." Sam smirked, got up and walked off.

"Well…I'm gonna stay out…catch that fish…you go on in…watch MY TV…eat MY food…drink MY beer."

"Actually sir…I'm going to have a glass of YOUR wine."

"Why thank you Carter…I was looking forward to that."

"I doubt I'll drink the whole bottle."

"Stranger things have happened." Daniel mumbled to Teal'c.

"Look who's talking." Sam growled.

With that, Sam, Daniel and Teal'c left Jack alone by his lake.

After kicking the ground for a few minutes, and plotting a way for him to 'guilt trip' Sam into replacing the bottle of wine, Jack decided he'd catch that fish…even if it took him all night…