Challenge: Five Wrongs – Three
There were a few things Jack had learned in his years of going off-world. One of the more obvious was that you didn’t eat anything unless you saw someone else eating the same thing from the same plate and that someone else wasn’t puking their guts out or keeling over dead. Granted, sometimes that advice didn’t work and he or members of his team would spend the following day hunched over behind a tree somewhere expelling anything and everything from their stomachs, but for the most part it was sound advice.
“This doesn’t look like any drink I know of.” Jack eyed the shot glass questioningly.
“It’s fine, Jack. I’ve had it hundreds of times before,” Sam reassured him, though there was a certain gleam in her eyes that unsettled Jack greatly.
“To the SGC and those brave souls who have given their lives for Earth!” called out someone, raising his glass high in a toast.
Everyone raised their glasses, no matter what was in them, and drank to those who’d died in the line of duty. Jack’s mind flooded with images of countless soldiers, scientists, allies, linguists, anthropologists, and simple friends who’d died during his time at the SGC. He felt an arm wrap around his waist and turned his head to find Sam’s familiar form holding him tightly. Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head tenderly; he didn’t know exactly how she was feeling, but he had a pretty good idea. He was fairly sure she was feeling the same lump in her throat and sharp prick of tears in the corners of her eyes.
“To them,” he whispered and, forgetting his original unease, downed the shot in one go.
“I thought you said this was safe to drink!” Jack griped. From the other side of the bathroom door, Sam couldn’t decide whether to laugh or feel incredibly sorry for him. He sounded much like she had after she’d tried the SGC’s scientists’ moonshine for the first time, which is to say not well at all. However, he had completely embarrassed her in front of just about everyone at the party not too much earlier, albeit inadvertently.
“It did take me a while to get used to it… perhaps I should have mentioned that,” she said. At the sound of retching from behind the door again she grimaced. “Sorry.”
“I suppose this is why Daniel warned me never to piss off scientists. What was in that crap anyways?”
“You really don’t want to know.” More retching. “Did I mention I’m sorry?” The toilet flushed and Sam could hear the sink running.
“Let’s just call it a draw, shall we?” Jack suggested as he came out of the bathroom.
Sam bit her lower lip and smiled slightly. She really was sorry, but like the Jaffa, scientists had a thing for revenge. She’d make it up to him later though…