The Amazing Paper Clip
A Stargate: SG-1 / MacGyver Crossover
by Teri

Summary: Daniel caught Jack fixing a DHD with a paperclip. How will Sam react?

Author's Note: I had no intention of continuing this, but I could hardly resist. This is for everyone who asked, 'what about Sam?'

Disclaimer: Still not mine, but if they come up for sale on E-bay. . . .

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"Jack, just how were you able to fix the DHD with a paperclip?"

Sam stopped. That was Daniel's voice coming from around the corner. She has been in her lab running simulations to try and determine which address they gated too. As soon as she heard they made it back on their own she left to greet them in the control room. She wanted to see them, but she couldn't bring herself to move as soon as she realized what Daniel had just said. The Colonel? Fixed the DHD? With a paperclip? In front of Daniel?

"Let's just say I MacGyver-ed it." She could hear the smile in his voice.

Well, she wasn't going to hide from them. She straightened herself up and kept walking.

"Sam." Daniel smiled when he saw her.

"Carter." The Colonel acknowledged.

She smiled at him-them. "Good to have you two back. I was worried you would be on an extended vacation."

"Well, you know. No fishing." Jack smiled. He was relieved. She apparently hadn't heard them.

"So, run into any unusual problems, sir?" She asked.

"No."

"Daniel?"

Daniel glanced at Jack. He still didn't understand what was going on with Jack, but he would play it his way for now. "Ah, no."

"Good. Good." Sam's face was the picture of innocence. "Then how come it took you so long to get back? You were gone a couple of hours?"

"Oh, we, ah, had some problems with the DHD." Jack said with a shrug as he started to walk again nudging Daniel to do the same.

Sam rolled her eyes and followed after them. "Really? Then how did you get it working again?"

"Ah, you know." Jack gave her a half grin as he continued walking.

"Actually, Sir. I don't." She persisted.

"Daniel should get the credit. He worked on the DHD nearly the entire time we were there." Jack explained as Daniel shot him a look.

Sam turned her head to Daniel in surprise. "Daniel, you holding out on me? So what was the problem?"

Daniel looked like a deer caught between the headlights. "Problem?" He repeated.

"Yes, Daniel," Sam laughed lightly. "What was the problem with the DHD?"

"Oh, yes, well, I, uh. . . "

"You said it was an issue of conduc-ivity, conduct-ivity, con-something, didn't you Danny?" Jack offered.

"Right, it was a problem of conductivity." Daniel repeated trying to look as though he knew what he was talking about. At the same time, Daniel was also counting the ways he could get back at Jack for putting him in the middle of whatever was going on.

"Oh, so how were you able to correct the problem?" Sam continued to press.

"I fixed the conductivity." Daniel managed with a straight face.

Sam wanted to kick him, but controlled herself. "I understand that, but how?"

Daniel stopped walking for a minute. He remembered seeing Jack pull paperclips out of his pocket. "Ah, paperclips. Amazing things paperclips." He offered as he started to walk again.

'Good man,' was Jack's silent thought, 'I'm going to owe him big.'

"What made you think of a paperclip, Daniel?" She pushed once more.

Daniel looked over at Jack. "Oh, inspiration comes from the most unusual places." Daniel paused for a moment. "Look Sam. I have to get down to the infirmary. You know I don't like to keep Janet waiting."

"Right," she snickered slightly as Daniel left her and Jack and hurried ahead. "I look forward to reading your report with the details." She yelled after him.

"Sure." He called as he was almost out of sight.

Sam looked over to Jack a questioning look on her face.

"I, ah, am suppose to be reporting to the Doc too." Jack smiled at her.

"Sure." She smiled back.

Jack started to walk down the hall at an easy pace.

"Oh, and Sir?"

"Yeah, Carter?"

"I talked to my brother this morning. He said to say Hi."

"Carter, I don't know your brother." He turned in confusion.

"Really, Sir?" She bit her lip to stop from laughing. "I was sure you knew each other. He said he owes you a box of paperclips for the assist you gave him. You know, Mark, in accounting?"

"On Level 19?"

"No, Sir." She smiled at him openly now, not hiding her amusement. "At the Phoenix Foundation."

She walked up to him, placed her hand under his chin, gently shut his jaw, and kept walking, smiling the entire time.

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