Wherever You Go, There They Are, by Emily (G)

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Rec Category: Teamy goodness

Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, humor, Jack O’Neill, friendship, fluff
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: 6beforelunch
Author's Website: Nomadic Spirit
Link: Wherever You Go, There They Are

Why This Must Be Read: This short little fic gives us Jack in Washington, accosted in the nicest possible way by the original members of SG-1. He’s a little bemused at the casual invasion to his apartment, but it’s wonderful to see how well Daniel, Teal’c, and Sam know Jack O’Neill, as they bring him exactly the right sort of gift to really make his day.

Teamy goodness, pizza, movies, and alien beer. What more can you ask for?
 

There were intruders in Jack's apartment. Intruders with...pizza.

"This is supposed to be the most secure apartment building in the greater DC area."

Daniel didn't look up from going through Jack's DVDs. "Never underestimate the power of an Air Force ID and a CDC specimen container."

"Pizza, sir?" Carter asked. "It's half pepperoni and half pineapple."

"So Teal'c's here too," Jack said. Ferretti had introduced Teal'c to pineapple pizza years ago and been thrilled to convert another person to the idea. In Jack's opinion, Tomato sauce and pineapple was just wrong, but Teal'c and Ferretti together outweighed him about three to one, and Jack had learned to choose his battles.

"In the bathroom," Daniel said. He looked at Carter. "Bridge Over the River Kwai?"

Carter shook her head. "Too depressing."

"Right," Daniel said and went back to flipping through Jack's things.

"You people have no sense of personal boundaries, do you?"

Carter at least had the good grace to look chastised, but Daniel just laughed. "Yeah, I wonder where we learned that."