"Jack? Jack! Where are you?" Daniel pushed the front door of the colonel's house open and wandered inside. Hearing a noise upstairs and figuring that Jack had just slept in and forgotten about the baseball game that they were all going to, he headed up the stairs. Nudging the bedroom door open with his foot, his chin hit the floor, and he went beet red.
Jack lay on the bed, his shirt laying discarded on the floor. Seated astride him, topless, and very aroused, was the Major. Busily making out like teenagers, they were dragged from each other's lips by Daniel's stuttering, embarrased exclamation.
"Ja...Sa....uh...um...er....I'll just wait d..down s...stairs, shall I?" He shook his head and left at close to the speed of sound.
Two minutes later, a very embarrassed couple came down the stairs, holding hands.
"Daniel," Sam began. "I won't say it wasn't what it looked like, cos, well....it was but er...." Jack cut her off.
"If you're here for the baseball game, Danny, you're an hour early... And you still have the worst timing I have ever seen!" Daniel grinned through his blushes, saying,
"Well, Jack, um, actually, I'm on time..."
"How do you figure that?"
"Because daylight savings starts today, Jack... We're all supposed to put our clocks forward an hour as of 3:00am this morning."
"Oh for cryin' out loud..." Jack muttered.
Finis.
