O'Neill and Carter sat near a dying campfire as the sky of P3J-897 darkened and the moons rose.

"It's nice to not be saving the galaxy for a change," Jack remarked. "It's relaxing to just sit here, with nothing to do, no Goa'uld to watch out for..."

Sam smirked as Jack's statement trailed off. "You're bored, sir."

"No, I'm not bored. I just...ok, I'm bored."

"We could always head back to the caverns and watch Daniel and Teal'c translate that alien writing."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Not that bored."

A seductive smile played across Sam's lips and she daringly scooted herself a little closer to Jack. "I don't think we'll be hearing from Daniel and Teal'c again until morning, and if my calculations are correct, that's four hours away. I'm sure we could find something do to in that time to keep you occupied."

"Yes, ma'am," Jack replied.

A/N: I had to do a little something with Sam's oft-used phrase 'if my calculations are correct.' I just had to.