Summary: Fun little one-shot from a prompt in the book 642 things to write about. "Write a scene where the only spoken dialogue is 'Uh-huh' 'Umm' 'Ur-urrr' 'Mm-mmm'." Daniel is engulfed by his work and doesn't want to come eat. Jack will have to change his mind.

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Uh-huh

The sun was setting and light was getting scarcer by the minute. The only sign Daniel had noticed was his increasingly frequent shifts in position to accommodate for the changing angle of sunrays on the wall in front of him. He had been studying the ancient inscriptions for hours; so long that Jack wondered how there could still be any information he hadn't deciphered from them.

The sinking sun seemed to flare as it dropped below the horizon, as if desperately trying to give off as much light as possible before it disappeared. Jack watched it go, and then strolled over to his still engulfed geek teammate. He tapped him on the shoulder and when Daniel looked up he nodded towards the camp fire where the supper was almost finished cooking.

"Uh-huh," Daniel…said, and returned his gaze to the wall. Jack shrugged and headed to the fire on his own.

Half an hour later it was properly dark. Jack had finished his meal a while ago but Daniel's portion was still untouched, getting cold where it stood waiting for him. Jack squinted into the shadows toward the hunched figure by the wall. He glimpsed a pinpoint of light and assumed Daniel had whipped out his penlight when the sun had finally failed him. With a sigh he put down his cup of coffee and marched over to tap Daniel on the shoulder again.

"Umm?" Daniel gave him another quick glance, but before he could return to his inscription Jack snapped the flashlight from his hand. Daniel shot to his feet and grasped for it, but Jack held it out of his reach. With a grin he danced out of the way and juggled the penlight between his hands teasingly. When Daniel rushed for it again he grabbed him around the waist and half dragged, half carried him towards the camp fire.

"Ur-urrr!"

Daniel growled and wriggled in his grip, reminding Jack of his son when he hadn't wanted to go to sleep at night. The memory stung, but the fact that a grown man had awoken it was overpoweringly amusing. A giggle awoke in his chest, pushing its way up his throat and erupting in a fit of laughter. Daniel twisted himself loose, but was overcome by the infectious merriment and burst out laughing too, rolling on the ground as the fits wracked his body.

When the laughter had died out they lay side by side, panting and staring up at the alien night sky. Daniel turned his head and met Jack's brown eyes still surrounded by laugh lines. The colonel pushed himself up on his elbows and nodded towards the fire again. Daniel's stomach growled and this time he decided to follow its lead. He accepted Jack's offered hand to get up and brushed the dust off his clothes before sitting down on a block of stone by the fire.

Jack handed him the cup of lukewarm food and watched with a crooked smirk as he put a spoonful in his mouth. He knew his friend would eat almost anything; he had proven that on their very first mission to Abydos, but he'd never met anyone who could truly enjoy a cold MRE – or a warm one at that. To his surprise Daniel kept spooning the food in, without making as much as a grimace of disgust. Scraping up the last in the bottom, Daniel met his eyes with a grin.

"Mm-mmm."

Jack chuckled and shook his head. Then he picked his coffee cup up and leaned back to gaze up at the stars. Tomorrow Daniel would finish up his examination of the wall inscription and they would head back home across those stars to Earth. This had been a good – uneventful, but successful – mission.