Meme and a ficlet
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minxyWhen you see this on your flist, quote Firefly.
Mal: "Zoe, you and I, have to get it on."
Zoe: "I understand. Take me, Sir. Take me hard."
Jayne: "That is just wrong."
Of course, it's really the looks on their faces that have me silently laughing right now.
And, for Monkey, who's having a hard time. She requested a challenge fic, but I haven't had time today to do it, so I'm reposting a bit of humor fluff I wrote sometime last year. Cheers kiddo. I will send you DVDs should you require them. Thanks due to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wraith816 and delphia2000 who were kind enough to beta. All other irritating qualities, bad jokes and spelling or grammar errors are my fault. Alternatively you could blame the American public school system, but that will get you nowhere.
Title: Backup, in which Jack and Daniel pass notes.
Ratings: PG
Setting: a nice, leather bound journal. Season 8.
Spoilers: Legacy, Foothold, Window of Opportunity, misc. canon.
Pairings: pre-slash Jack/Daniel
Once apon a time, Daniel and Jack were taking a nice little walk in the woods when they stumbled across some natives. Shockingly, these natives did not seem to have a spoken or written language in any form apart from the occasional gutteral grunt and a set of crude gestures, which were fascinating in their own way... It might not come as a surprise to the reader, however, that Jack managed to motivate said natives to hit Daniel with a stick. After all, the reader will have noted that Jack is remarkably patient with new languages and cultures.
DANIEL, it was not my fault that they turned on us. I don’t think you were making much progress there, anyway.
Jack, talking into your radio spooked them. Things were pretty calm until that point.
Daniel, Carter talking BACK through the radio spooked them. At least the good guys know where we are now. And admit it, the next rudimentary sign you were about to try was flipping them the bird.
While I admit that it’s a good thing Sam and Teal’c know where we are, we wouldn’t BE in these… cells if you hadn’t called Sam. AND, we wouldn’t be reduced to writing NOTES if you hadn’t YELLED at them.
They SO deserved it! And where were you keeping this journal stashed, by the way? Or do I want to know?
It was tucked in the back of my pants under my jacket, actually. And it's still your fault they won't let us talk.
Good thinking. When one is stuck in a primitive cell, unable to communicate with one’s team, having had all one’s STUFF taken away… if you’re going to stash ONE thing for use in an emergency situation, it should be…. PAPER!
A very nice leather bound journal with straps to tie it, actually. Beats the hard cover journals if you’re sticking them in your pants.
To each his own. I’m just glad we have toilet paper, should the need arise.
You’d rather have a cue ball in your pocket?
Don’t get cute with me Daniel…
I must be losing my touch. I was going for ‘sassy with a dash of spice’.
Ever the linguist. Is this an official journal, Daniel?
No, usually just for notes, sketches, that kind of thing. I paste anything relevant into my official notebooks or scan them into presentations. Why do you ask?
Just didn’t want my spelling mistakes copied and sent to every office under Cheyenne Mountain. Nor do I want the teacher to catch us passing notes in class…
Hey, blackmail material! I hadn’t thought of that….
Watch it, Jackson. I can make things disappear… pages, journals… YOU.
I’m shaking in my boots here, Jack. If you had one of those sticks our hosts keep hitting me with I’d be downright terrified. But you can have the pages when we’re done if you don’t trust me. Go on, tell me your deepest secrets. I haven’t got a padded room like MacKenzie, but I have a MUCH nicer bedside manner.
Mac the Quack? Thanks for that image.
He didn’t lock you up in a straight jacket and drug induced stupor.
Hey, I’m sure he’s thought about it. Never forgave him for that M’chello thing with you, anyway.
You turned me in!
Daniel, you had me freaked. Kept climbing all over me, couldn’t tell if you objected that much to my clothes or were imitating a monkey. I TRIED to turn you in to Doc. Frasier.
INTO Janet? Eeewwww. Though I wouldn’t put it past us. Sam turned into me that time aliens took over the SGC, right?
Yet another weird image I didn’t need. It’s Daniel! It’s Carter! It’s Daniel! It’s Carter! You know they call you guys the Wonder Twins on base. I just didn’t know you were that close.
Come off it. I think she killed the alien me first, then walked a mile in my shoes, so to speak. And me and Sam is just… ew. No. She’s like my sister.
Not that you have one.
Right.
Foster sibs?
You’ve never asked about that before.
Hey, you were the one who wanted to play Doctor Phil. I’m just passing time and passing curious. You don’t have to answer.
Had quite a few, but not many I was close to. Some were downright nasty. There was a girl, though, Mary. She was sweet. Kinda wonder what happened to her.
Ever try to look her up?
No. The chances are pretty good that it would be a sad, already written story.
Sorry.
You don’t have to be sorry.
Don’t know what else to say. You know I never asked about the fostering stuff before for a reason.
It’s okay. I ended up in a safe place with good people.
Why didn’t they ever adopt you, anyway?
Just never got around to it. I was in their will, how I paid for college.
The first time.
Actually, I passed the first time.
Just couldn’t get enough, though, eh?
It’s a crutch.
Seriously, Daniel, why so many degrees? I mean, lotsa people would be happy with just a bachelors, masters, doctorate… what is it with you and universities? Do you LIKE dorm food?
More fun to be the student. Otherwise, you have to be the professor and have responsibilities and stuff. And as surrogate families go, you could do worse than fellow students.
I’m sorry about your foster parents.
JACK. Don’t feel sorry for me.
Sorry.
That’s it, we’re probing your psyche for a while.
We’re probing my what???
You heard me. Er, read… nevermind. Okay, so why was it so crazy that Sam turned into me?
This is probing my psyche? Daniel, I really prefer that people stay predictable in their appearance.
That explains why you only have 4 non-uniform shirts. Are you trying to tell me that if Sam had turned into Janet or that nurse that looks a lot like Sam you wouldn’t have been interested instead of squicked?
Squicked? And you’re one to talk, you only had one nice shirt until Sam took you shopping.
You haven’t answered the question, Jack. And I had one shirt, granted, but I had a lovely set of Abydonian robes. Latest fashion.
No, Daniel, I wouldn’t have been turned on. It’s creepy when people switch bodies. Like invasion of the body snatchers, or that other time with M’chello.
So it wasn’t because Sam turned into a guy.
No Daniel, it was because Janet had just turned into an UGLY alien, then you walked through the door with a gun pointed at my head, said uncharacteristically sweet things and then GRABBED SOMETHING UNDER YOUR SHIRT AND TURNED INTO CARTER.
Don’t yell at me, it was just a question.
I’m not yelling. You’re the one snorting and making exclamations under your breath when you read. I can hear you through the… wall-thing.
Of course you can hear through it, there are holes big enough to pass a journal through. But I don’t snort.
Do. Especially when your allergies are acting up and you sleep on your back.
I’m sorry I pointed a gun at you and said uncharacteristically sweet things.
As if the gun wasn’t alarming enough. But technically it was Carter, and she thought I might be an alien thing, so now who’s apologizing unnecessarily?
I’m just saying.
Well. Anyone else and the gun would have been less alarming. I’ve seen your aim.
That would imply that you were in the safest place in the room if it was you I was trying to hit.
But it was Carter, and she’s a crack shot.
I’m getting confused.
Me too.
So if I’d turned into Ferretti or something, would that have squicked you?
I still don’t know what ‘squicked’ means and what deep psychological insight could you possibly hope to gain from this????
It means freaked or grossed out, something like that. I got it from Cass. And I’m just seeing what I can learn here, like your attitudes about homosexuality, sex and all that.
WHAT? From the ugly alien adventure?
Actually, you said cross gender switching (Me/Sam) was yucky, I was wondering if same gender had the same effect, if Sam turning into that nurse would have been different, or if it was some subconscious thing about dressing in drag.
I never said ‘yucky’. And now you are making my head hurt. I don’t have anything against homosexuality, I’m just MILITARY.
… and you therefore find it blanketedly unacceptable?
No, I find it dangerous within teams. I also don’t approve of male and female officers fraternizing if it compromises situations. Office romance = very dangerous.
Nice rationalization, there, General.
Cassie coming to Carter’s this weekend?
Think so. It’ll be irrelevant if we’re still stuck here, though.
They’re probably waiting until nightfall, Daniel. Patience, grasshopper.
I roll my eyes at you.
Back atcha.
Okay, so tell me what you did in the time loops that was crazy and had no consequences.
DAN. IEL.
Just passing time.
Fine. I learned to throw ceramics, happy?
Happy that you had a temper tantrum and broke stuff? You didn’t break any priceless artifacts of mine out of spite, did you??????????????????
No, Daniel. Calm down, I can hear you huffing. I learned to throw clay on a pottery wheel, ergo making ceramics. Constructive. You with me?
Really.
Yes. All disappeared every time, though. Got a little frustrating. Gave it up.
Ceramics?
YES.
What else?
What do you mean?
I mean, what else did you do when there were no consequences?
I plead the fifth.
Oh no. Out with it.
Played golf through the ‘gate and rode a bike through the halls.
AND….
AND I might have messed with those fraternization rules a bit. What would you have done?
SAM?
Daniel, I swear if any of these pages make it back to the mountain I will make your life painful…
Jack, damn it, we’ll throw the journal back through the incoming wormhole, satisfied? Now ‘FESS UP!!
You told me once you’d hit me if I got near a sister of yours.
I told you I’d never LET you near my sister, if I had one, which I don’t, except for SAM, whom I THOUGHT WAS SAFE!!!!
Hey! I retired first!
Okay. I don’t want to know what you actually did. Except, is that why things got so weird between you guys?
Well, Teal’c was sort of there. And NO, I didn’t kiss Teal’c. He would have remembered.
Teal’c was WHERE? And who else did you kiss? Do I want to know?
Whom. Teal’c was there when I kissed Carter and he’s been giving me grief for it ever since. ‘Course, he doesn’t say anything but he gives me that ‘I think you have overstepped your bounds, O’Neill’ look. I think Carter picked up on it, got a little tense. She still thinks it’s the Xerox thing, though, so don’t tell her.
Zatarc. Whom else?
Oh this thing is SO going back through an incoming.
Jack….
Okay, you.
ME.
Yes, answer your question about homophobia now?
Was Teal’c there?
EW. No. Thank God. He’d have decked me.
Why? Did he deck you for Sam?
No, but we went a little farther, since nobody was around.
WHAT? You took advantage of me?
Did not, you were consenting at the time. I hear you sputtering, by the way. Keep it down, will you? Or we can talk about something else. YOUR adventures in time, perhaps.
I haven’t had any adventures in time to my knowledge, and you totally had an advantage the MINUTE time reset and I forgot about it. You should have told me, Jack.
Oh, don’t try to guilt trip me. Carter got WIND of something being up and all kinds of things got in a bunch. Can you imagine if both of us knew about that? It was bad enough with just me knowing.
Wow, guess you really got around, huh?
Daniel, let’s not forget that we’re talking about months and months of the same 8 completely insane hours over and over and over again.
And froot loops.
Yes. Can’t stand them anymore. See how bad it was?
I was that bad?
Daniel.
I’m just saying.
No. That’s what was disturbing.
So, not homophobic at all, eh?
No, Daniel. It’s about the team dynamic and fraternization.
I’m a civilian and you aren’t my team leader anymore.
We’re on the same team now. And stuck in the same predicament now.
Um…We needed a pilot for the puddle jumper.
Lucky me. Anyway, I’m coming clean now, aren’t I?
But you’re still… what was it? Disturbed.
In many ways. But I’m quite fond of that particular loop, if you must know.
So, just counting on my figures here, that was FOUR YEARS AGO!
That’s true, but you can’t remember one of them, so three for you.
So, you were going to just sit on the knowledge that I’m a disturbing kisser and never tell me about it?
I’m telling you now, Daniel. Knock it off with the disturbing, I’m sorry I said it. Should’ve said… ‘quiet’. As in, you weren’t yelling at me at the time, which was nice.
I say sweet things sometimes.
Sometimes.
And I don’t really object to the BDUs, but sometimes they just don’t fit very well.
What?
The M’chello crazy making adventure. Monkey or clothes? You asked earlier, flip back a few pages.
Right.
Are you going to tell Sam?
Think I should?
Why did you tell me?
You asked.
Oh.
And you promised to destroy evidence. And it was a good kiss.
Good?
Really. Disturbingly.
I don’t believe you. I bet I was fantastic. I have great technique.
And modesty.
How’s your technique?
So-so, really. But I make up for it with my cooking skills.
God help us.
Us?
You did get around, you know.
Bull shit. It just took a while to get around to you.
Why?
Must you always ask that, Daniel?
Yes.
Because it would have hurt more if you’d decked me.
You owe me.
What? Name your price for secrecy.
Not secrecy. You know I can’t stand not knowing.
What?
You know what. You can’t be scared I’ll deck you. You’ve already seen how I’ll react.
I’d still totally deserve it, Daniel. I am in perpetual fear that you will wake up one day and come to your senses, start swinging…..
You better work your way onto my good side, General, I’m just waiting until my personal trainer says I’ve met my goals.
Teal’c?
The one and only.
That explains the arms. He’s an arm guy.
! And you are….?
Chest and ass, I’d say. Legs are nice too. You?
I’m a sucker for power figures. Height and nice eyes are good too.
How do you feel about grey hair?
Distinguished, but can’t make up for bad kissing technique.
Hmmm. Well, with a little work I could be there.
Practice makes perfect.
I know. It’s dusk.
Statement.
What?
Nevermind.
Yeah, Carter is flashing me. They’re on their way.
That had better be a military term.
DANIEL—they’re on their WAY. This kinda banter does not belong on base or mission, right?
We’re on a mission. So where does it belong.
Home. I’ll make dinner. Whenever we’re released.
WE’RE released? I’m the one who got whumped.
I promise ice cream.
Throw in a promise to order pizza instead of cooking and it’s a deal.
Okay.
And a movie.
What? I thought you just wanted to know what it was like?
Four years of interest, Jack.
You are SO high maintenance.
And if you chuck my journal through the wormhole you’re taking me to get a new one.
You said we could just rip the pages out. Although at this point, I might want to keep them… safely hidden away of course.
You sentimental fool. You really owe Sam and explanation too, you know. Probably wouldn’t hurt to have Teal’c there.
Are you nuts? So they can gang up on me?
You. Owe. Her. Teal’c will chaperone.
Can’t wait for that. I can hear zats.
Glad they aren’t shooting to kill, poor guys just panicked.
And locked us in a cell.
Together.
You’re on the other side of a wall-thing.
I got your back, General.
Only until we get home, Dr. Jackson.
Mal: "Zoe, you and I, have to get it on."
Zoe: "I understand. Take me, Sir. Take me hard."
Jayne: "That is just wrong."
Of course, it's really the looks on their faces that have me silently laughing right now.
And, for Monkey, who's having a hard time. She requested a challenge fic, but I haven't had time today to do it, so I'm reposting a bit of humor fluff I wrote sometime last year. Cheers kiddo. I will send you DVDs should you require them. Thanks due to
wraith816 and delphia2000 who were kind enough to beta. All other irritating qualities, bad jokes and spelling or grammar errors are my fault. Alternatively you could blame the American public school system, but that will get you nowhere.Title: Backup, in which Jack and Daniel pass notes.
Ratings: PG
Setting: a nice, leather bound journal. Season 8.
Spoilers: Legacy, Foothold, Window of Opportunity, misc. canon.
Pairings: pre-slash Jack/Daniel
Once apon a time, Daniel and Jack were taking a nice little walk in the woods when they stumbled across some natives. Shockingly, these natives did not seem to have a spoken or written language in any form apart from the occasional gutteral grunt and a set of crude gestures, which were fascinating in their own way... It might not come as a surprise to the reader, however, that Jack managed to motivate said natives to hit Daniel with a stick. After all, the reader will have noted that Jack is remarkably patient with new languages and cultures.
DANIEL, it was not my fault that they turned on us. I don’t think you were making much progress there, anyway.
Jack, talking into your radio spooked them. Things were pretty calm until that point.
Daniel, Carter talking BACK through the radio spooked them. At least the good guys know where we are now. And admit it, the next rudimentary sign you were about to try was flipping them the bird.
While I admit that it’s a good thing Sam and Teal’c know where we are, we wouldn’t BE in these… cells if you hadn’t called Sam. AND, we wouldn’t be reduced to writing NOTES if you hadn’t YELLED at them.
They SO deserved it! And where were you keeping this journal stashed, by the way? Or do I want to know?
It was tucked in the back of my pants under my jacket, actually. And it's still your fault they won't let us talk.
Good thinking. When one is stuck in a primitive cell, unable to communicate with one’s team, having had all one’s STUFF taken away… if you’re going to stash ONE thing for use in an emergency situation, it should be…. PAPER!
A very nice leather bound journal with straps to tie it, actually. Beats the hard cover journals if you’re sticking them in your pants.
To each his own. I’m just glad we have toilet paper, should the need arise.
You’d rather have a cue ball in your pocket?
Don’t get cute with me Daniel…
I must be losing my touch. I was going for ‘sassy with a dash of spice’.
Ever the linguist. Is this an official journal, Daniel?
No, usually just for notes, sketches, that kind of thing. I paste anything relevant into my official notebooks or scan them into presentations. Why do you ask?
Just didn’t want my spelling mistakes copied and sent to every office under Cheyenne Mountain. Nor do I want the teacher to catch us passing notes in class…
Hey, blackmail material! I hadn’t thought of that….
Watch it, Jackson. I can make things disappear… pages, journals… YOU.
I’m shaking in my boots here, Jack. If you had one of those sticks our hosts keep hitting me with I’d be downright terrified. But you can have the pages when we’re done if you don’t trust me. Go on, tell me your deepest secrets. I haven’t got a padded room like MacKenzie, but I have a MUCH nicer bedside manner.
Mac the Quack? Thanks for that image.
He didn’t lock you up in a straight jacket and drug induced stupor.
Hey, I’m sure he’s thought about it. Never forgave him for that M’chello thing with you, anyway.
You turned me in!
Daniel, you had me freaked. Kept climbing all over me, couldn’t tell if you objected that much to my clothes or were imitating a monkey. I TRIED to turn you in to Doc. Frasier.
INTO Janet? Eeewwww. Though I wouldn’t put it past us. Sam turned into me that time aliens took over the SGC, right?
Yet another weird image I didn’t need. It’s Daniel! It’s Carter! It’s Daniel! It’s Carter! You know they call you guys the Wonder Twins on base. I just didn’t know you were that close.
Come off it. I think she killed the alien me first, then walked a mile in my shoes, so to speak. And me and Sam is just… ew. No. She’s like my sister.
Not that you have one.
Right.
Foster sibs?
You’ve never asked about that before.
Hey, you were the one who wanted to play Doctor Phil. I’m just passing time and passing curious. You don’t have to answer.
Had quite a few, but not many I was close to. Some were downright nasty. There was a girl, though, Mary. She was sweet. Kinda wonder what happened to her.
Ever try to look her up?
No. The chances are pretty good that it would be a sad, already written story.
Sorry.
You don’t have to be sorry.
Don’t know what else to say. You know I never asked about the fostering stuff before for a reason.
It’s okay. I ended up in a safe place with good people.
Why didn’t they ever adopt you, anyway?
Just never got around to it. I was in their will, how I paid for college.
The first time.
Actually, I passed the first time.
Just couldn’t get enough, though, eh?
It’s a crutch.
Seriously, Daniel, why so many degrees? I mean, lotsa people would be happy with just a bachelors, masters, doctorate… what is it with you and universities? Do you LIKE dorm food?
More fun to be the student. Otherwise, you have to be the professor and have responsibilities and stuff. And as surrogate families go, you could do worse than fellow students.
I’m sorry about your foster parents.
JACK. Don’t feel sorry for me.
Sorry.
That’s it, we’re probing your psyche for a while.
We’re probing my what???
You heard me. Er, read… nevermind. Okay, so why was it so crazy that Sam turned into me?
This is probing my psyche? Daniel, I really prefer that people stay predictable in their appearance.
That explains why you only have 4 non-uniform shirts. Are you trying to tell me that if Sam had turned into Janet or that nurse that looks a lot like Sam you wouldn’t have been interested instead of squicked?
Squicked? And you’re one to talk, you only had one nice shirt until Sam took you shopping.
You haven’t answered the question, Jack. And I had one shirt, granted, but I had a lovely set of Abydonian robes. Latest fashion.
No, Daniel, I wouldn’t have been turned on. It’s creepy when people switch bodies. Like invasion of the body snatchers, or that other time with M’chello.
So it wasn’t because Sam turned into a guy.
No Daniel, it was because Janet had just turned into an UGLY alien, then you walked through the door with a gun pointed at my head, said uncharacteristically sweet things and then GRABBED SOMETHING UNDER YOUR SHIRT AND TURNED INTO CARTER.
Don’t yell at me, it was just a question.
I’m not yelling. You’re the one snorting and making exclamations under your breath when you read. I can hear you through the… wall-thing.
Of course you can hear through it, there are holes big enough to pass a journal through. But I don’t snort.
Do. Especially when your allergies are acting up and you sleep on your back.
I’m sorry I pointed a gun at you and said uncharacteristically sweet things.
As if the gun wasn’t alarming enough. But technically it was Carter, and she thought I might be an alien thing, so now who’s apologizing unnecessarily?
I’m just saying.
Well. Anyone else and the gun would have been less alarming. I’ve seen your aim.
That would imply that you were in the safest place in the room if it was you I was trying to hit.
But it was Carter, and she’s a crack shot.
I’m getting confused.
Me too.
So if I’d turned into Ferretti or something, would that have squicked you?
I still don’t know what ‘squicked’ means and what deep psychological insight could you possibly hope to gain from this????
It means freaked or grossed out, something like that. I got it from Cass. And I’m just seeing what I can learn here, like your attitudes about homosexuality, sex and all that.
WHAT? From the ugly alien adventure?
Actually, you said cross gender switching (Me/Sam) was yucky, I was wondering if same gender had the same effect, if Sam turning into that nurse would have been different, or if it was some subconscious thing about dressing in drag.
I never said ‘yucky’. And now you are making my head hurt. I don’t have anything against homosexuality, I’m just MILITARY.
… and you therefore find it blanketedly unacceptable?
No, I find it dangerous within teams. I also don’t approve of male and female officers fraternizing if it compromises situations. Office romance = very dangerous.
Nice rationalization, there, General.
Cassie coming to Carter’s this weekend?
Think so. It’ll be irrelevant if we’re still stuck here, though.
They’re probably waiting until nightfall, Daniel. Patience, grasshopper.
I roll my eyes at you.
Back atcha.
Okay, so tell me what you did in the time loops that was crazy and had no consequences.
DAN. IEL.
Just passing time.
Fine. I learned to throw ceramics, happy?
Happy that you had a temper tantrum and broke stuff? You didn’t break any priceless artifacts of mine out of spite, did you??????????????????
No, Daniel. Calm down, I can hear you huffing. I learned to throw clay on a pottery wheel, ergo making ceramics. Constructive. You with me?
Really.
Yes. All disappeared every time, though. Got a little frustrating. Gave it up.
Ceramics?
YES.
What else?
What do you mean?
I mean, what else did you do when there were no consequences?
I plead the fifth.
Oh no. Out with it.
Played golf through the ‘gate and rode a bike through the halls.
AND….
AND I might have messed with those fraternization rules a bit. What would you have done?
SAM?
Daniel, I swear if any of these pages make it back to the mountain I will make your life painful…
Jack, damn it, we’ll throw the journal back through the incoming wormhole, satisfied? Now ‘FESS UP!!
You told me once you’d hit me if I got near a sister of yours.
I told you I’d never LET you near my sister, if I had one, which I don’t, except for SAM, whom I THOUGHT WAS SAFE!!!!
Hey! I retired first!
Okay. I don’t want to know what you actually did. Except, is that why things got so weird between you guys?
Well, Teal’c was sort of there. And NO, I didn’t kiss Teal’c. He would have remembered.
Teal’c was WHERE? And who else did you kiss? Do I want to know?
Whom. Teal’c was there when I kissed Carter and he’s been giving me grief for it ever since. ‘Course, he doesn’t say anything but he gives me that ‘I think you have overstepped your bounds, O’Neill’ look. I think Carter picked up on it, got a little tense. She still thinks it’s the Xerox thing, though, so don’t tell her.
Zatarc. Whom else?
Oh this thing is SO going back through an incoming.
Jack….
Okay, you.
ME.
Yes, answer your question about homophobia now?
Was Teal’c there?
EW. No. Thank God. He’d have decked me.
Why? Did he deck you for Sam?
No, but we went a little farther, since nobody was around.
WHAT? You took advantage of me?
Did not, you were consenting at the time. I hear you sputtering, by the way. Keep it down, will you? Or we can talk about something else. YOUR adventures in time, perhaps.
I haven’t had any adventures in time to my knowledge, and you totally had an advantage the MINUTE time reset and I forgot about it. You should have told me, Jack.
Oh, don’t try to guilt trip me. Carter got WIND of something being up and all kinds of things got in a bunch. Can you imagine if both of us knew about that? It was bad enough with just me knowing.
Wow, guess you really got around, huh?
Daniel, let’s not forget that we’re talking about months and months of the same 8 completely insane hours over and over and over again.
And froot loops.
Yes. Can’t stand them anymore. See how bad it was?
I was that bad?
Daniel.
I’m just saying.
No. That’s what was disturbing.
So, not homophobic at all, eh?
No, Daniel. It’s about the team dynamic and fraternization.
I’m a civilian and you aren’t my team leader anymore.
We’re on the same team now. And stuck in the same predicament now.
Um…We needed a pilot for the puddle jumper.
Lucky me. Anyway, I’m coming clean now, aren’t I?
But you’re still… what was it? Disturbed.
In many ways. But I’m quite fond of that particular loop, if you must know.
So, just counting on my figures here, that was FOUR YEARS AGO!
That’s true, but you can’t remember one of them, so three for you.
So, you were going to just sit on the knowledge that I’m a disturbing kisser and never tell me about it?
I’m telling you now, Daniel. Knock it off with the disturbing, I’m sorry I said it. Should’ve said… ‘quiet’. As in, you weren’t yelling at me at the time, which was nice.
I say sweet things sometimes.
Sometimes.
And I don’t really object to the BDUs, but sometimes they just don’t fit very well.
What?
The M’chello crazy making adventure. Monkey or clothes? You asked earlier, flip back a few pages.
Right.
Are you going to tell Sam?
Think I should?
Why did you tell me?
You asked.
Oh.
And you promised to destroy evidence. And it was a good kiss.
Good?
Really. Disturbingly.
I don’t believe you. I bet I was fantastic. I have great technique.
And modesty.
How’s your technique?
So-so, really. But I make up for it with my cooking skills.
God help us.
Us?
You did get around, you know.
Bull shit. It just took a while to get around to you.
Why?
Must you always ask that, Daniel?
Yes.
Because it would have hurt more if you’d decked me.
You owe me.
What? Name your price for secrecy.
Not secrecy. You know I can’t stand not knowing.
What?
You know what. You can’t be scared I’ll deck you. You’ve already seen how I’ll react.
I’d still totally deserve it, Daniel. I am in perpetual fear that you will wake up one day and come to your senses, start swinging…..
You better work your way onto my good side, General, I’m just waiting until my personal trainer says I’ve met my goals.
Teal’c?
The one and only.
That explains the arms. He’s an arm guy.
! And you are….?
Chest and ass, I’d say. Legs are nice too. You?
I’m a sucker for power figures. Height and nice eyes are good too.
How do you feel about grey hair?
Distinguished, but can’t make up for bad kissing technique.
Hmmm. Well, with a little work I could be there.
Practice makes perfect.
I know. It’s dusk.
Statement.
What?
Nevermind.
Yeah, Carter is flashing me. They’re on their way.
That had better be a military term.
DANIEL—they’re on their WAY. This kinda banter does not belong on base or mission, right?
We’re on a mission. So where does it belong.
Home. I’ll make dinner. Whenever we’re released.
WE’RE released? I’m the one who got whumped.
I promise ice cream.
Throw in a promise to order pizza instead of cooking and it’s a deal.
Okay.
And a movie.
What? I thought you just wanted to know what it was like?
Four years of interest, Jack.
You are SO high maintenance.
And if you chuck my journal through the wormhole you’re taking me to get a new one.
You said we could just rip the pages out. Although at this point, I might want to keep them… safely hidden away of course.
You sentimental fool. You really owe Sam and explanation too, you know. Probably wouldn’t hurt to have Teal’c there.
Are you nuts? So they can gang up on me?
You. Owe. Her. Teal’c will chaperone.
Can’t wait for that. I can hear zats.
Glad they aren’t shooting to kill, poor guys just panicked.
And locked us in a cell.
Together.
You’re on the other side of a wall-thing.
I got your back, General.
Only until we get home, Dr. Jackson.
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Date: 2005-09-28 11:00 pm (UTC)It makes me giggle too, and that's enough.