Diclaimer: Despite my daily prayers, I don't own the characters.

Author's note: This popped into my mind during a boring English class, it's my first fic. Enjoy!

"I don't think so, sir." Sam said to Colonel Jack O'Neill with a smile and then continued to gaze into the roaring fire.

"Why do you call him 'sir'?" asked the five-year-old girl, daughter of the native tribe leader, nestled comfortably in Sam's lap.

Sam ducked her head to face the child and replied softly. "Because he's my boss."

"What does that mean?" The girl inquired, her green eyes were wide with curiosity.

"Well, it means that I have to do what he says."Sam explained with a smile as her eyes met the Colonel's for the briefest moment.

"Like me and my daddy?"

Sam heard her CO chuckle to himself as she nodded. "Yeah, something like that."

The child now turned her attention to the Colonel who was obviously having a hard time keeping a straight face. "Do you tell Sam when to go to bed?"

Sam could feel the heat rising up her cheeks, but she managed a response. "No!" She almost yelled, after a moment added more calmly, still looking straight into the flames. "No, um, he doesn't."

She noticed Daniel's warning glance and dreaded the words she would hear next.

"As much as I'd enjoy that, she wouldn't listen to me anyway."

Sam was eternally grateful that it was too dark for them to see the shade of red her face must have been by then. Suddenly, her standard issue boots were the most intriguing thing in the universe. But from the corner of her eye, she could see a mischievous smile tugging at the Colonel's lips.