Brief Summary: The title is in fact longer than the fic. Sorry.
Rating: G
Season: Future
Spoilers: None
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As a pimply, lanky teenager, Jack had thought blushing red with embarrassment had been one of those things that he would leave behind the moment he reached the immortal age of 'twenty-one'. Because when you were twenty-one, you were an adult. And adults didn't get zits the size of grapes on their chins. Nor did they fall over in front of girls they liked, as was Jack's unfortunate habit.
Little did he realize that this wasn't the case. That his teenage years were going to come back and haunt him.
Leaning back against the wall by the door, his face redder than the tomatoes that Daniel had previously been chopping up, Jack watched as his girlfriend and his best friend had what he could only call a fit of hysteria.
The reason for their laughter was currently tightly clutched in Sam's hand. A photograph. A simple, damn photograph.
"It was the Sixties!" Jack exclaimed, for the umpteenth time. "The Sixties!"
This only made Sam laugh harder, tears streaming down her face. Daniel slumped back against the kitchen counter and slid to the ground, his arms wrapped around his stomach. In between shouts of laughter, he kept whimpering 'Ow! Ow!'.
Jack hoped his sides burst.
"What the hell is going on?"
Jack turned and grimaced at the sight of Cassie standing in the kitchen doorway looking pissed. Glad of the distraction, he struck a sympathetic face. "Sorry, honey, did we wake you?"
Cassie rubbed her sleepy eyes and then ran her navy blue tipped fingernails through her newly shortened hair. She cast Sam and Daniel a very strange look and tightened the belt of her robe. "What's up with them?"
"Nothing, nothing." He rubbed her shoulder, knowing she had to be jet-lagged still. "Go back to bed."
She grunted and looked at the kitchen clock. "It's seven thirty – I'll never get back to sleep. I've gotta be at..." She shook her head and looked over at Sam, who was now wiping her eyes with her sleeves. Well, his sleeves. It *was* his sweater, after all. "Sam? What *are* you laughing at?"
Sam whimpered and managed to stand up, using the counter as leverage. Then she took one look at Jack, another look at the photograph in her hand, and burst out into fresh giggles. She beckoned Cassie to her weakly.
Alarmed, Jack made a grab for his sort of step-daughter. "No! Cass – you don't want to..."
Too late.
"Oh my God." Cassie's mouth dropped open in astonishment and burgeoning humor. "Is that... look at your hair!" Cassie yelped, taking the photograph properly and holding it up in front of her.
Sam collapsed on the floor, whimpering. Daniel lowered his forehead to the cool kitchen tiles, giggling like a child and trying to speak but never getting any further than opening his mouth.
Cassie clapped a hand over her own mouth. "Oh my God. Has Teal'c seen this?"
Jack decided the best course of action would be to leave. Right now.
Turning on his heel, the last thing he heard on the subject came from Daniel, panting out a final comment - "It's so... so... c... c... curly!"
He was burning all those photographs as soon as Sam told him where she'd hidden them.