Part 4
Meanwhile.. off world...
After a feast of wild boar and wine, SG-1 sat around a hearty bonfire, partaking of more of the wine and watching the native girls, all of about fifteen years of age, dance provocatively before them. When the cheering and the calls grew to a fever-pitched crescendo three of the girls fell to their knees before Jack, Daniel and Teal'c. They remained their, their ribs showing through their tight skin as they breathed heavily. Their bony spines jutted from the tight brown skin of their arched backs, as they remained head down before the three male guests.
"Uh oh.." Daniel muttered then saw the amused smile on Sam's face. Suddenly another dancer threw himself into the ring. A little older than the girls, he was dressed differently to them, his chest bare, the only item of clothing was a loincloth hanging off his narrow hips.
Her smile faltered on her lips as she watched him dance for her in the firelight. Glancing quickly at Daniel she saw his amused smile and screwed her nose up at him slightly before turning her wide blue eyes onto the dancer once more.
Daniel felt Jack's breath on his ear as he whispered, "Well, this is interesting..."
Daniel scoffed a laugh as he dipped his face and turned towards his friend. They were mere inches apart as the anthropologist whispered, "They have certainly picked the wrong team for this little show!"
Jack grinned then his shoulders shook with the ridiculousness of it all. "You think you could try explaining to them that we don't really want this.. tonight.." Jack looked at his bony girl then back at Daniel. "Or any other night.."
The anthropologist wet his lips as he smiled. "I think I could make them understand it's not our way to accept.. people.. as welcome gifts.."
"Good boy!" The colonel patted his friend's shoulder as he looked passed Daniel and out at the boy dancing for Carter. Watching the lithe boy gyrate before the blushing Major, he said, with a little arch of his brow, "Although..."
Daniel's mouth dropped open as he turned to the young native man then back at his friend. "Jack O'Neill!"
"Hey, I can look, can't I?" the older man muttered, watching the boy intently.
"No!" Daniel chastised him. "Especially not when your partner is a million or more miles away!"
Jack searched the dark blue eyes beside him then smiled. "Relax, Danny. I'm not even tempted.."
Daniel did a double take as the boy shimmied his whole body before the red-faced major. "Ah... You sure about that..?"
Jack laughed then nudged his suddenly distracted friend. "Least my partner is a million miles away, not sitting on the other side of me, glaring at me right now."
Daniel blinked and turned to see Teal'c staring at him. He shifted in his seat slightly then bowed his head, returning to his conversation with Jack. Teal'c watched him a moment longer then returned his attention to the dancer.
"So," Daniel said amiably as he leaned back onto one elbow, his other hand tugging at the grass between him and Jack. "How is Philip?"
Jack was watching the dancer again, as he'd been joined by the three girls and the four of them were doing some pretty exotic dance movements before them now, obviously intended to arouse the visitors into accepting the gift for the night. However, as Daniel had said, they had the 'wrong' team for such a present. Upon hearing the question Jack did a double-take and looked at his friend. He mirrored him as he reached back onto his elbow too, straightening out his weary legs and getting comfortable on the ground beside Daniel.
"He's good..."
"Thanks for the Readers Digest version. How about the truth now?" Daniel said, sweetly but directly. Jack looked up into his eyes, for Daniel was perched just that little bit higher than his friend. With a shrug, he diverted his eyes and said, "He's got a cold."
"Another cold?" Daniel asked, surprised because it seemed like the artist was always suffering with a cold.
"No, not really," Jack sighed softly. "Probably the same one actually." He tugged at the grass, pulling out the long green blades then tossing them aside before tugging at some more.
"Is he seeing a doctor?" The anthropologist proceeded cautiously.
Jack scratched at his eye, then turned his attention towards the dancers again. "Yeah, he sees Janet.."
"Janet? How did that come about?"
With another shrug, Jack pressed himself up onto an outstretched arm. "That night he banged his head in my bathroom and he told everyone that he had...well.." The older man shrugged, and then sucking back a deep breath he folded his legs again, dusting his palms off as he sat forward once more. Daniel, who hadn't moved an inch, merely lay there watching him. "She took him on after that."
Looking down at his hand now, Daniel asked, "and is he .. alright?"
Jack clapped absently as the dancers finished, and Daniel followed his lead, not bothering to get up from where he was reclining, but applauding nonetheless. He watched Jack intently, half expecting the officer to avoid answering the question. Nesquar, the Chief Villager who had come out to greet them upon their arrival, approached the group now with the four dancers in tow. Jack turned to Daniel and said, "Daniel, you're on!"
The anthropologist got to his feet, and then he stepped up to Nesquar and had a quiet word with her. At first she seemed adamant as she shook her large head, pointing to the dancers behind her. He shook his head as he waved his hands about, then he twisted and pointed to each member in turn before looking back at her. With a big nod and a broad smile she looked past him at Jack before clapping her beefy hand onto Daniel's arm, making the anthropologist stumble slightly before regaining his footing. She turned and led the dancers away, shooing them away like sheep. Daniel turned back to the group.
"What happened?" Sam asked, getting to her feet now too.
"She didn't look too happy there for a moment," Jack said, closing in around Daniel as well. The younger man rolled his eyes.
"No, well she wasn't. I managed to appease her by telling her that we were all together, romantically, so she was okay about us being left alone then."
"All of us?" Teal'c asked then tilted his head when Daniel barely glanced at him before nodding.
"Romantically?" Jack asked as he, too, tilted his head. Daniel wet his lips as he lowered his face.
"It was all I could think of!"
"Didn't cover this kind of thing in anthropology school, huh?" Jack teased as he patted his friend's arm. Daniel flinched, his skin was still tender from Nesquar's smacks.
"So what happens now?" Sam asked.
"We're free to go back to our hut now," he told them. "Only they will move us into another one, instead of the four separate ones."
"Sweet," Jack mumbled then bent to pick up his jacket he'd been using as a cushion to soften the ground. "Can't you just tell them we prefer to sleep apart?"
With a shake of his head Daniel led the way to the new hut then the four team members entered it cautiously.
"Okay," Sam said as they looked around the room. There were enough beds for them each to have one. "Whose is whose?" She asked, flicking her finger from bed to bed.
Daniel and Jack both shrugged at the same time and pointed to the same bed. "I'll have that one," they said as one then both smiled when they realized what they'd just done.
"You and Teal'c can take that one," Jack said, moving across to the bed on the opposite side of the room.
"I will take this one," Teal'c said, going to the bed closest to the door. "I will be better guard if anyone should enter in the night if I am here."
Daniel frowned slightly then pointed to the original bed. "So, I'll take this one then?" he said, before climbing onto it carefully.
"And," Sam said, looking at the only empty bed, "I guess this baby's mine?"
All four members groaned softly as they stretched out their tired body's on the straw matting. Soon the room was filled with the sound of quiet snores.
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End of part 4
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