Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate. "Love Shack" is by the B52s.

Author's Note: Alright, first off, I owe people an apology. I promised a sequel to "Pass it On," and, unfortunately, this is all I've got. I don't really have a good excuse, except for ideas ran dry and time ran out. So, I really am sorry to disappoint anybody who might have been waiting for a sequel. That said, I am happy with how this epilogue turned out, so I hope you enjoy it.

Since it's been awhile, there's some stuff in this chapter that references things that happened in Chapter 3 of this story. If you didn't want to read the whole story again, you might want to give that chapter a skim, or else some things might not make sense.

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Epilogue: Love Shack

Doctor Fraiser stepped into Daniel's office and found the object of her errand exactly where she expected him to be: pouring over some artifact, trusty coffee cup nearby, and so absorbed in his work that he didn't realize she was there, nor that she had been expecting him to report to the infirmary almost half an hour ago.

"Daniel," she called stepping up beside him.

"Hey, Janet," Daniel said, barely looking up from his work.

"It's 0930," she informed him.

Daniel glanced at his watch, then back at her and said, "Is not."

"Is to," Janet replied.

"Is not," Daniel said again.

"Hour hand's the short one," she reminded him.

Daniel looked at his watch again, paying more attention this time, then reached under his glasses to rub his eyes as the realization finally dawned on him. "I'm sorry, I guess I lost track of the time."

"I figured that," Janet replied, crossing her arms sternly. "Have you been up all night?"

"Guess so," Daniel sighed.

"You do remember that I told you to take it easy," Janet asked.

"Yeah, but there was just so much to do, General Hammond's been waiting on this translation for almost a week, I couldn't find any other time to work on it," Daniel said.

"But you're sick," Janet reminded him.

"I have a chill," Daniel said incredulously, "it's nothing serious."

"Why don't you leave the medial opinions up to me," Janet replied. "When you got back from that planet you had mild hypothermia."

"There's a difference?" Daniel asked.

"Yes!" Janet cried. "Hypothermia is serious and not to be taken lightly, and you know full well that…"

She stopped suddenly, listening intently, then asked, "Do you hear that?"

Daniel cocked his head slightly in concentration. There was music playing over the intercom. It was quiet but unmistakable, the opening bars of…oh no. "Love Shack," he sighed.

"Random," Janet pointed out.

"Not as much as you might think," Daniel replied thoughtfully. "Have you seen Jack and Sam this morning?"

"No," Janet shrugged. "I ordered them both to take the morning off, and I'm fairly certain I said the same thing to you."

Daniel ignored the last comment and started pacing the room, thinking. "If they're not here, then why would they have a reason to play it, unless, oh, dear…" His shocked eyes caught Janet's as the realization dawned on him.

"What?" she asked.

"Did you happen to tell anyone you were coming down here?" Daniel said.

"Just the head nurse," Janet shrugged. "What's going on?"

"Did anyone see you, then?" Daniel demanded.

Janet thought for a moment, then said, "Yeah, actually, I passed Doctor Waterman just as I was coming in here, why?"

"You remember that little problem Jack and Sam had?" he asked.

"Yes, but what does that have to do with…oh, no," she said.

"Oh, yes," Daniel said, sinking into his chair.

"People think we're…" she trailed off, unable to finish, and Daniel nodded. "But that's insane, we've never…there's no…what are we going to do?"

"I hate to say it," Daniel replied, "but Jack and Sam have had to deal with this for years…"

"…and ignoring it never seemed to help…"

"…so, maybe, if we want the rumors to stop…"

"…we should just…"

"…do what they did…"

"…and pretend…"

While they were speaking, Daniel and Janet backed themselves into opposite corners of Daniel's office. It was completely silent except for the song, "Love, baby, that's where it's at."

Both of them winced at the poorly timed lyrics.

"So, ignore it, then?" Daniel asked, glancing between them.

Janet seemed to battle with herself for a moment, then she sighed and said, "No, my staff gossips more than the rest of the base put together, I can't let this go on for years."

"So you want to try," Daniel inferred, eyebrows crinkling.

"If you don't mind," Janet replied.

"Alright," Daniel said cautiously, adjusting his glasses.

"Well don't sound so excited!" Janet snapped nervously.

"Sorry," Daniel stammered. "This is just…"

"…weird…"

"Elevator?"

The elevator was mercifully empty when they reached it and remained that way down to level 27, where both surmised they would find the most people. The doors swished open with a ding and all noise in the hallway ceased as everyone paused to watch the two doctors kiss passionately against the back wall of the elevator. After a moment of utter shock, the hallway filled with a few whoops, a number of groans, and the smack of a high five.

Daniel and Janet broke apart as soon as the elevator closed again and immediately put as much distance between them as the small room would allow.

"That…that was alright," Daniel stammered, sending the elevator to level 21. "Give them a week and they'll probably be tired of us too."

"Yeah," Janet agreed. "That wasn't bad at all."

"Janet?" Daniel asked slowly, attempting to hide his sympathetic smile for her dreamy look. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," Janet replied, snapping awake. "It's just that maybe these rumors have something to them."

"As in…" Daniel trailed off, still struggling not to smile.

"Maybe they're right, sometimes," Janet continued, stepping away from the wall.

"Maybe they are," Daniel agreed, copying her movements.

"Maybe we don't need to pretend," Janet said softly.

Daniel and Janet stared at each other, steadily coming closer and closer together, until the moment was broken by the ding of the elevator coming to rest on the 21st floor. They backed away immediately and Janet stepped out.

"So, lunch?" Daniel asked, holding up a hand to stop the elevator from closing.

"Oh, no, you're not getting away so easily, Doctor Jackson," Janet replied, grabbing his hand. "You still have yet to report to the infirmary."

"Right," Daniel sighed, following her into the hallway. "I thought you forgot about that."

"Not a chance, your hands are freezing," Janet replied. She stood up on her toes and pulled his ear down to her mouth. "And so are your lips," she whispered.

"I guess we'll have to do something about that," Daniel replied with a smile, giving her hand a squeeze.

"I guess we will."

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So, that's it, all there ever will be to "Pass it On." Once again, I'm terribly sorry about the delay and the failed sequel, but I hope this was an adequate consolation prize. Please leave a review. I'd love to hear what you thought of this.