Chapter Three: The Shoe Conundrum

A/N: And here we are at the end. Thank you all for reading!

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"Teal'c?" Daniel asked, taking the glasses from his outstretched hand.

"T? You okay, buddy?" The clearing had fallen eerily still and silent. "Teal'c?"

The Jaffa did not move and he did not reply. He merely stood there, staring straight ahead.

"Teal'c? Buddy? Did they hit your "off" switch?" Jack tried to rouse the big man as Daniel moved to inspect Teal'c's back. Maybe he'd been hurt? But when Daniel saw what had the man so startled, he cracked up again.

He had a wedgie. A massive one.

Daniel was willing to bet the Jaffa had never had one before. And he certainly didn't look as though he was enjoying it now.

"Teal'c?" Sam asked nervously. But she never got the chance to listen to his answer. A circular rainbow flew at her, sitting her square in the chest and drenching her entire body. Jack stared open-mouthed as her hands were forced from their protective postions.

Sam spluttered and swiped her dripping hair from her eyes. "Colonel!" She cried in warning, but it was too late. Before he had time to react, his belt had been removed and his pants pushed to his ankles. True to form, his boxers were adorned with little Homer Simpsons.

"Agh!" He managed to choke out and tried to yank them back up, but one of the little buggers grabbed his ankle and Jack went down face first.

Daniel collapsed as well, but only because his legs simply wouldn't hold up his hysterical form any longer. The leprechauns laughed with him as Teal'c slowly reached behind himself and laboriously pulled his pants from a place they should never have been in. Sam struggled to cover herself as she moved towards the colonel, stumbling as small hands pulled at her pants.

"Oh, hell." Sam turned on her heel, lifted her shirt, and reclasped her bra to the sad tune of the leprechauns protest. Turning, she dropped to her knees next to the colonel. "Sir?"

"Ow." He groaned.

"What's hurt?" Sam asked concernedly, rolling him over.

"My pride." He looked up at her and she smiled. "Carter?"

"Yes,sir?"

"I think it's time to go."

"Yes, sir." Sam grasped his hands and pulled, helping him to his feet. "Do you need help?" She indicated the pants pooled around his ankles. He glared at her. "Guess not. Daniel!"

The archaeologist was practically rolling on the floor. "Teal'c…wedgie…" He gasped.

"Yes, yes, hilarious." Sam fought the giggle that threatened to bubble into her throat. "Teal'c, help me, would you?"

Daniel struggled to calm himself, but he took one look at Sam, thought, 'wet T-shirt contest,' and burtst out laughing again. Sam eyed him warily and then she saw it. A little dart, no bigger than her pinky was sticking out of Daniel's leg. That had to be what was making him so delusional!

"Teal'c, grab Daniel. We're leaving. Now." Jack had finally sorted himself and was jerking his head in the direction of the 'gate. As he turned , one of the smallest leprechauns poked him in the side and Jack, startled, misstepped, almost tripping. He flung out his hands at the same time Sam reached to help him.

In some great cosmic joke, their hands ended up tangling and the littlest leprechaun jumped up and tapped the officers' entwined hands. A brief pause ensued in which Sam and Jack just stared at their joined hands, then they both smiled sheepishly and tried to pull away.

Except neither one let go.

Because they couldn't.

They were stuck.

Daniel, who had been tossed over the brooding Jaffa's shoulder, cracked up anew. "We must go, O'Neill." Teal'c moved out of the forest and began jogging toward the gate.

"But, our hands!" Jack shook their attached limbs.

"Come on, sir! We'll sort it out at the SGC!" Sam began running, dragging Jack behind her.

"Carter, as much as I'd otherwise enjoy this, slow down!"

Sam faltered for a second before pulling him along again. "Enjoy this, sir?" Her voice was teasing and Jack let a smile creep onto his face.

"What, you're not?" He teased back.

Sam laughed, the sound spiraling into the sky and mixing with hundreds of rainbows. "I always do, sir!" 'Who knew,' she wondered. 'Maybe whatever had gotten into Daniel, had infected them too.'

The familiar kawoosh greeted their ears and Teal'c nodded that it was safe to proceed. They ran for the gate and dove through.

"Shut it down!" Jack yelled, helping Sam to her feet. He'd be damned if any of those little leprechaun things followed them through.

"Do it!" Hammond yelled, before hurrying into the gateroom. He stopped dead upon seeing the state of his flagship team. Teal'c was staring at him stonily as he unceremoniously dumped a hysterical Daniel Jackson onto the metal ramp. As for his two officers, Major Carter was soaked and flushed while O'Neill's pants were beltless and he refused to look Hammond in the eye. His gaze traveled to their hands, which were joined tightly together.

For a moment, no one spoke. Then, finally finding his words, General Hammond addressed the team. "What happened to your shoes?"

End

A/N: Silly, silly, silly. Please R and R!