Notes: Written for pepper field and 10hugs on livejournal. Thanks to heylittlered for the beta!
Jack glanced up to find Sam staring at him with a strange expression on her face. After much consideration as to why, he offered her a blank look back and scratched at the side of his head, above his left ear. "Carter," he acknowledged.
Not moving her eyes from him, Sam chewed at her bottom lip. "Sir, are you forgetting something?" she asked pointedly. "Something…important?" She nodded downwards slightly, as if trying to tell him something, but he disregarded it and moved on to rub at his nose with both index fingers.
"We made contact with the locals; we got the goods – what else is there?" he said offhandedly. He skimmed the surrounding area with his eyes – a guest room they'd been staying in – and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, turned his gaze back on his 2IC.
"Something…less to do with the mission and more to do with your outfit," Sam said carefully.
Jack watched as she continued to gather her things and shrugged. "What's wrong with it?" he asked. "I wear this all the time."
Sam smirked and shook her head. "No, sir. You don't. I think I'd have noticed if you turned up to work like that." She pointed down again and this time he chose to take the hint and look.
Heart plummeting to take up residence in his stomach, he tore his backpack off and forced it open. Thirty seconds later, everything was laid out on the bed…except for what he was looking for.
"Uh… Carter?" he said slowly. "Do you happen to know where my pants are?"
Stuffing a pillow to her face to muffle her laughter, all Sam could do was shake her head and gesture wildly that no, she didn't know where they were.
"They were here last night. I'm sure they were. Until…well, you know," he added, smiling slightly at the memory. He sobered up almost immediately and began to scour the room, ignoring Sam – who, by then, had tears of laughter running silently down her face.
"They…I…we…My pants are outside, aren't they!"
A choking noise escaped Sam, and he shot her a concerned look before it hit him that she was just finding it funny that his pants were missing. He glared at her, which only doubled her amusement, and went to the door to their room.
Opening it a little, he peered outside and sure enough, they were there. Not ten feet from the door, lying on the ground, were his pants. Pushing the door open further, he chanced a look to make sure the coast was clear. It was.
He pulled the door open wider and made a wild dash for his pants, smiling to himself when they were finally in his hands. He turned back.
"Jack? Sam?" Daniel stood just outside his own door – located right beside theirs – and gaped at him, his mouth dropping open. "What's going on?"
Of course, his curiosity triggered Sam off again. She sniggered at him and waited for his response, clearly loving every minute of his humiliation.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud!" Jack muttered under his breath. He began to make his way back towards the room. Looking up at Daniel, right before he went inside, he fixed him with an icy glare. "I forgot my pants, okay!? Now, go away! And if any word of this gets out at the SGC when I get back, you'll be the first to know."
Sam pulled him into a hug when he got inside and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I told you that you were forgetting something!"