Things You Really Shouldn't Do In The Commissary When Your Commanding Officer Is Eating Breakfast
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - MGM/Gekko/Double Secret own them.

Um, Daniel's there. That's about all you need. This is less than a fic. Less than a drabble. A drablet.

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It occurred to her only in the moments precisely after she'd stopped talking of exactly what she'd done. When his face suddenly lost all colour, before rapidly gaining a whole lot more than usual (red, specifically). When Daniel and Teal'c (Teal'c next to her, Daniel next to the Colonel) did alternating impressions of a golfish and a stunned monkey.

When his spoon fell into his bowl of cereal, splashing milk all over their table in the commissary.

Oh.

Yeah.

She'd just proposed to her commanding officer.

Whoops.

~FINIS

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