Title: Mondays

Author: Secret Art

E-mail: [email protected]

Date: 6th September 2004

Category: Humour

Pairings: None

Spoilers: None

Summary: It’s yet another Monday Morning

Feedback: can only make me better

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.

Author’s note: Little challenge to cheer people up over monday mornings.

She steps into the elevator and almost steps right back out when she sees Colonel O’Neill leaning against the side.

He has his ‘Monday morning’ face on, which normally means get within three feet and suffer the consequences, which would explain why everyone she has met so far had been suspiciously quiet.

Unfortunately the doors had already closed as she tries to back out of them, leaving her stuck with one very annoyed man.

She has to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing as his foot starts tapping out a song, but she can’t stop herself from humming along to the tune.

He looked at her in confusion, before slowly looking down at his foot and realising what he is doing. He smiles slightly, and starts singing along, much to her amazement.

By the time they reach the bottom they are both singing along merrily, very loudly and very out of tune.

Jack almost jumps out of the elevator, hitting Daniel on the shoulder, "Morning space monkey," and skipping off down the corridor.

Sam grins, watching him disappear around a corner.

"What did you do to him?"

She looks at Daniel, patting him gently on the head. "You’ll understand one day."

She walks off down the corridor, still humming; leaving Daniel stood there, wondering if he should call Janet, no one should be that happy on a Monday morning.