Daniel glanced up from his computer screen before answering. "Actually, no, Jack."

"What's so interesting then?" He peered more closely at the screen. "Looks like some sort of forum. You're not posting on OS again, are you?" He couldn't keep the tone of distaste out of his voice.

"No! Nothing like that." Daniel shuddered. "It's this thing called LiveJournal."

"What's that?"

"It's what's called a blog." Seeing his confused expression, Daniel expained. "A web log, called a blog for short. It's an online journal, and people get to respond with comments."

"What's so interesting about that?"

Daniel pointed at the screen. "Lots of people from the list have online journals here. See, this is one by suzvoy. You remember her?"

"How could I forget," he said sarcastically. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered accidentally finding a story Suz had written about him and Jonas. He didn't understand how anyone could see that in him, let alone write it. Still, he thought, at least it wasn't anything involving him and Daniel! He looked at the screen again. "What's that next to what she's written?"

"It's called an icon. It's a way of identifying yourself."

"But it's pictures of us!"

"We've known pictures have been out there for a long time, Jack. We really shouldn't be surprised."

He looked at the icon, and saw that it was moving. "What does that say on it? Sam something?"

Daniel looked back at the screen for a second. "Sam week supporter."

"What's ‘Sam week'?"

Teal'c walked into the room as he asked the question.

"It is a celebration of Major Carter, O'Neill. Suzvoy declared it 'in honour of chiroho's unrelenting coolness'."

"Chiroho? Who's that, T?"

"A friend of Suzvoy, from what I can determine."

"Daniel, do you know who that is? I don't remember seeing the name anywhere."

"I'm not sure, Jack, but he seems to have created the icons that a lot of people are using."

"Don't these people have anything better to do with their time?"

The discussion was interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Daniel Jackson? Yes. Certainly General. I'll send him up." Daniel hung up the phone. "General Hammond wants to see you, Jack, and he didn't sound very happy."

He looked at his watch. "Okay, this could take a while. Why don't we meet for lunch at 12:00?"

Teal'c inclined his head, while Daniel just turned back to the computer screen. "Sure, Jack. See you then."

* * *

Jack approached the General's office cautiously. It was wise to be cautious when the General was in a foul temper. You never could tell exactly how he was going to react. He reached the door, but unable to hear anything, he knocked quietly.

"Come."

He slipped into the room. "You wanted to see me, Sir?"

General Hammond looked up. "What the hell is this, Colonel?" He pushed a small book across his desk.

He picked it up, and found it to be a recent copy of TV Guide. Then he saw what the problem was - the cover contained a picture of himself and Daniel. Suppressing the urge to be sarcastic, he was struggling to find an answer when the General spoke again.

"I thought that we were trying to avoid publicity!"

"Doesn't this give the AF the ultimate in plausible deniability though, Sir? I mean, if TV Guide thinks we're a show, how could we be anything else?"

Hammond looked at him doubtfully, then nodded his head. "I would like you to explain that photograph to me, Colonel."

"The one on the front?"

"No. The one of SG-1 standing on the ramp in front of the 'gate."

Crap. "Well, Sir . . ."

"I thought that I told you specifically that you weren't to do this sort of thing, Colonel."

"It wasn't really planned like that, Sir."

"Colonel? This is a posed shot. You can't tell me it was an accident."

"No, Sir."

"Don't let it happen again!"

"Yes, Sir."

"And what's this about your being promoted, and getting closer to Major Carter?"

"Closer to Carter? Woo- . . . I mean, I've no idea, Sir. They seem to know all sorts of things about us before we do. It's very strange."

"Just watch your step, Jack. If anyone else gets wind of this, it could cause problems for your careers."

"Yes, Sir." He struggled to keep the excitement out of his voice. Getting closer to Carter. Maybe now some of that fic he'd read would finally become reality. He couldn't wait!

* * *

He entered the mess hall just before 12:00, and found Teal'c there already, his tray piled high with food. As he helped himself to lunch, Daniel arrived next to him.

"What did General Hammond want to see you about?"

"The article in TV Guide."

"What article in TV Guide?"

"The one from this week. I hadn't seen it either."

They both walked over to the table where Teal'c was sitting. After sitting down, he pulled the magazine out of his pocket. "Seen this, Teal'c?"

"I have not, O'Neill." He picked it up, and flipped it open to the appropriate article. "That is an interesting photograph."

Daniel managed to grab the magazine before he did, so he had to wait before he could see for himself.

"Yes, it is, isn't it Teal'c? What's up with that smirk, Jack?"

"What? Let me see the picture."

"What smirk, Daniel?" Sam walked up to the table as he snatched the magazine from a grinning Daniel Jackson.

"The one Jack is wearing in that photograph."

He could feel her peering over his shoulder as he looked at the photograph himself, and he heard the chuckle that never failed to send a thrill through him.

Daniel looked at Sam, who was now sitting down at the table next to him. "Sam?" He glanced between them both. "Do you know something we don't?" Sam just smiled, and started to eat her lunch.

As he looked at the picture, he began to have a very familiar feeling about it. A photographer from the Pentagon had showed up one day looking to take some pictures of SG-1 and the other SG teams. He'd asked them to pose on the ramp to the 'gate. There wasn't a lot of room, and he'd asked them to stand closer together - so much so that they were almost in each other's personal space.

Before he could stop him, Daniel grabbed the magazine back.

"Hey, I remember that day." He showed the picture to Teal'c again.

"O'Neill. Is not Major Carter standing in your personal space?"

Daniel took another good look. "That's why you're grinning, Jack. Sam has her hand on your ass!"

The way Sam spit her food out of her mouth would have been amusing had he not been so embarrassed himself. That was *exactly* why he'd been grinning!