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Blair slides his paper under the office door.

OOC: I think Blair doesn't want Dr. Jackson to see him being a tweedy advocate for The Man. :)

OOC: Did you read their conversation from yesterday? Daniel and Blair are all cute and geeky with each other and Blair just couldn't bear to do that to his hero!

OOC: Oh, no, I didn't! Stupid LJ. *goes to look it up* Daniel and Blair are *fun* to read when they're talking together!

But of course, he doesn't mind doing it to Janet. *dies*

ooc: No, he has no problems messing with Janet! ~~Or you know, lying about her when the need arises.~~

OOC: Well, that's good, because as you can tell, Janet has no problems with messing with him in return. *snicker* Oh, yeah, noticed that. *snickering*

"I got some interesting phone calls this morning," said Janet. She was blushing, though, since she hadn't seen Daniel since she was wee over the weekend.

Daniel looked up, wide-eyed. "Phone calls, huh?"

Janet nodded, then came in and closed the office door behind her. "Teal'c called. Please tell me you don't have pictures."

"Pictures?" Daniel gulped.

There might have been some after the two girls had fallen asleep.

"Daniel, Teal'c doesn't call and talk about pictures when there are none to be had." Still blushing. And yet, it was a cranky sort of blush.

Daniel headdesked. "I sent him pictures of yours and Sam's handiwork?"

"I don't know, Daniel!" Janet shook her head. "All I know is we were six, and Teal'c was worried. And deeply, deeply amused. And you e-mailed him."

"I do that. I email Teal'c. I talk to him on the phone too," Daniel said. "And I had to talk to someone."

"I didn't know you'd told him about us," said Janet, coming in and sitting down. "And I suppose I should be glad you didn't tell Jack about the wee thing. I'd have gotten a case of Play-Doh shipped to the room."

Daniel blushed. "Did he mention I was extremely drunk when he found out?" he asked. "And I find Teal'c is a better person to confide in over these matters."

"No, he was far too busy teasing me to mention that," said Janet. "He was worried enough that he called General Hammond. About being wee, not about you and I. So why not Jack, anyway?"

"He called General Hammond?" Daniel winced. "I'm sorry, Janet." He shrugged. "Several reasons. Jack doesn't know about our Sam, although admittedly I only found that out recently. And when there was a Jack O'Neill here it was easier talking to someone who wasn't cloned and in Fandom as well."

"He called too," said Janet. "Wow, did I catch it. Oh. You didn't know that? Sam told me ages ago, but I think I brought it up with her." She grimaced. "You mean when he was here and acting kind of weird it was easier to talk to Teal'c about it? Can we nominate Teal'c for some kind of sainthood award?"

"I'm so, so sorry," Daniel said, wondering if he could hide behind essays. "And yes, it was. What was I supposed to tell Jack? The mini-you here is nuts?"

"I appreciate that, Daniel. But it gets worse." She rather doubted Daniel could hide behind those essays he was trying to look like he wasn't looking at. There weren't that many. "Well, first off, you could avoid the term 'mini.' Though he was pretty nuts. Wherever he is--" Janet sighed. "I hope he's all right. But we're still going to take turns making him suffer when we see him again."

"It does?" Daniel almost squeaked. "Where do I come in the turn list? Because obviously Sam's first..."

"I got three phone calls today before I gave up and turned off my phone," said Janet. "Of course Sam gets to go first. And then I get to patch him up and keep him in the infirmary while I lecture him senseless. Then everyone else gets to decide who takes the next turn. I'll just keep patching him up and lecturing him in between beatings."

Janet possibly sounded a little too cheerful about this.

Daniel frowned. "Who was the third one from?" he asked, running down a list of possibilities in his head. Daniel looked at her fearfully. "I'm sure... uh... I'm sure he'll learn his lesson after that."

"Thor!" Janet shrugged. "I had no idea that he could call on the phones, much less that he had my phone number!" She smiled. "He'd better."

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