Jack froze as he exited his office, faced with a tall dark Jaffa in a dress. He blinked, and then blinked again, refusing to believe what he was seeing.

"O’Neill."

"T, you’re in a…dress."

"Indeed."

Jack nodded, tempted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. "Why?"

"Sgt Siler wishes to set up a band, and Daniel Jackson volunteered me as a singer. Apparently this is the standard uniform for such gatherings."

"Daniel told you that?"

Teal’c raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Sgt Siler did. He was wearing similar attire and handed me this, do you not approve?"

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Jack was eternally grateful that he was spared having to answer by the appearance of Sam, dropping her reports in shock as she stared at them.

She bent down to pick up the reports and Jack could just make out the beginning of a smile on her lips.

"Carter, T here was just informing of the band Siler set up that he’s part of."

"Oh." She nodded, seeming to understand what was going on.

Teal’c excused himself, leaving them alone on the corridor. "You mind explaining what’s going on?"

She said nothing, instead holding out a flyer from her pile.

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He took the flyer, opening it up and after a worried glance at her began reading.

"So basically you are trying to tell me that Siler set up a drag band and that Daniel roped Teal’c into being the lead singer."

She nodded, no longer trying to hide her grin.

"And how come you knew about this and I didn’t?"

"Siler…well he needed my help to find the…dresses for them. He wasn’t sure you’d agree to it."

Jack tried to look hurt. "He should have known I’d want to take part."

She raised her eyebrow. "You’re the drummer."