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tamingthemuseTitle: Twenty Minutes
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Prompt: 350 - sarcasm
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Twenty minutes can change a lot
Notes: part one of a longer piece that is still in development.
"They found you unconscious after you'd been out of communication for nearly twenty minutes. Can you tell us anything about what happened during that time?"
Daniel shook his head. It didn't matter how many different ways they phrased it - from Jack's sharp demand to Janet's gentle question - everything was still a complete blank for him.
Janet's extended battery of tests confirmed that he was perfectly fine, with the exception of exhaustion and a headache (and a missing chunk of time), and finally, they agreed that he could go home without endangering himself or the planet. Jack was sitting in on a mission briefing for SG-4 that was running long, so Daniel headed out on his own.
He let himself into Jack's, threw his coat up on a hook next to the door, and tiredly made his way into the bedroom. He could still feel the dust of the that planet all over him and it seemed a fair trade to delay sleep for a long, hot shower.
Standing in the steaming water, he soaped up and then leaned against the wall and let the water run over him, just letting himself not think. The water was just beginning to cool when he heard footsteps in the hallway and the bathroom door opening.
"Who's in there?" Jack's voice was loud in the small room.
"It's me, Jack. Who'd you think it was?"
"Daniel?"
They all reacted to the stress of another close call differently. Where Daniel just wanted peace and quiet, Jack tended to want to poke at him, trying to cover his fear with humor. And today, Daniel just didn't have the emotional or mental energy to tolerate Jack’s games.
"I'll be out in a minute, okay?" The door closed and the lack of movement told Daniel that Jack had gone back out into the bedroom.
He finished up and got out, cursorily toweled off and walked out into the bedroom. Jack was sitting on the end of the bed, waiting for him. He stood abruptly when he saw Daniel.
"I'll, uh, just let you get dressed. I'll be in the kitchen."
Daniel stared after him as he practically ran out of the room. As he went to the dresser, he wondered if something had happened after he left the SGC? What was Jack avoiding telling him? He really hoped he didn’t have to go back and be quarantined? Quarantine really sucked.
He suddenly realized that he was staring at a drawer full of Jack's clothes.
"Uh, Jack," he yelled. "Where are my clothes?"
There was a pause. Then, "I think a saw a pile of 'em on the floor in there." Ahh, Sarcastic Jack. Daniel rolled his eyes.
"No, Jack, in the drawer?"
A longer pause and Jack appeared in the doorway, his eyes glued to Daniel's face. "I would imagine at your apartment."
There was something odd about the way he was leaning against the doorframe, one arm completely out of sight behind the wall. Daniel sighed. “You can put the gun away, Jack.”
“Who the hell are you? And let me tell you that whatever recon you did, failed you miserably. You should fire your intel agent.” He stepped into full view, displaying the gun Daniel had correctly guessed at. “Get dressed. We’re going back to the SGC.”
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Prompt: 350 - sarcasm
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Twenty minutes can change a lot
Notes: part one of a longer piece that is still in development.
"They found you unconscious after you'd been out of communication for nearly twenty minutes. Can you tell us anything about what happened during that time?"
Daniel shook his head. It didn't matter how many different ways they phrased it - from Jack's sharp demand to Janet's gentle question - everything was still a complete blank for him.
Janet's extended battery of tests confirmed that he was perfectly fine, with the exception of exhaustion and a headache (and a missing chunk of time), and finally, they agreed that he could go home without endangering himself or the planet. Jack was sitting in on a mission briefing for SG-4 that was running long, so Daniel headed out on his own.
He let himself into Jack's, threw his coat up on a hook next to the door, and tiredly made his way into the bedroom. He could still feel the dust of the that planet all over him and it seemed a fair trade to delay sleep for a long, hot shower.
Standing in the steaming water, he soaped up and then leaned against the wall and let the water run over him, just letting himself not think. The water was just beginning to cool when he heard footsteps in the hallway and the bathroom door opening.
"Who's in there?" Jack's voice was loud in the small room.
"It's me, Jack. Who'd you think it was?"
"Daniel?"
They all reacted to the stress of another close call differently. Where Daniel just wanted peace and quiet, Jack tended to want to poke at him, trying to cover his fear with humor. And today, Daniel just didn't have the emotional or mental energy to tolerate Jack’s games.
"I'll be out in a minute, okay?" The door closed and the lack of movement told Daniel that Jack had gone back out into the bedroom.
He finished up and got out, cursorily toweled off and walked out into the bedroom. Jack was sitting on the end of the bed, waiting for him. He stood abruptly when he saw Daniel.
"I'll, uh, just let you get dressed. I'll be in the kitchen."
Daniel stared after him as he practically ran out of the room. As he went to the dresser, he wondered if something had happened after he left the SGC? What was Jack avoiding telling him? He really hoped he didn’t have to go back and be quarantined? Quarantine really sucked.
He suddenly realized that he was staring at a drawer full of Jack's clothes.
"Uh, Jack," he yelled. "Where are my clothes?"
There was a pause. Then, "I think a saw a pile of 'em on the floor in there." Ahh, Sarcastic Jack. Daniel rolled his eyes.
"No, Jack, in the drawer?"
A longer pause and Jack appeared in the doorway, his eyes glued to Daniel's face. "I would imagine at your apartment."
There was something odd about the way he was leaning against the doorframe, one arm completely out of sight behind the wall. Daniel sighed. “You can put the gun away, Jack.”
“Who the hell are you? And let me tell you that whatever recon you did, failed you miserably. You should fire your intel agent.” He stepped into full view, displaying the gun Daniel had correctly guessed at. “Get dressed. We’re going back to the SGC.”
