Ten Days
Author's Notes (Layton's): Okay--this story can be blamed entirely on FCOL. Even if it was my idea. Because she was SUPPOSED to be writing it all by herself, but she kept poking my muses and look where it got her. ;) I'd just like to say, this is the most fun I've had writing a fic, and that you might want to be a little worried each time you get one of my parts. I write Daniel snarkier than ever--FCOL writes him paranoid and we both pretty much have Jack as a plotting miscreant prone to 'Mr. Burn's' impressions.
We'll be posting one of these a day as we get them cleaned up, so you can live the ten days out with our favorite team. ;) The story plot is a little 'Seinfield-ish' in its simplicity (complexity?), but may very well be my favorite yet.
Author's Notes (ForCryinOutLoud's): OK, this SO cannot be blamed on me. It's all Layton's fault! However I have to say that I am very glad she pushed ;) me into doing this because I had much more fun writing this with her than I do writing my own. *Thanks Layton* This is definitely, by far, my favorite!
I hope that we captured Daniel and Jack, as well as Sam and Teal'c, fairly well. Is it just me or is it nearly impossible to write something from Teal'c's POV *lol*. Hopefully our craziness doesn't scare any of you out there ;) Perhaps, if you all enjoy our first attempt at collaboration, we'll be testing the joint fic waters again soon.
I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. Feedback is always welcomed!
Day One: Sam___
(This part written by me, Layton Colt)
This is going to take longer than I was expecting. A LOT longer, actually. We should make it there just in time--but the margin of error is going to be extremely small. There won't be room for mistakes.
I stand up from the crystals I was working with and stretch. This ship is barely functioning--it took a lot of damage when Dad and Daniel crashed. Teal'c is piloting it, and doing an admirable job, but we're going to need a lot of luck to get us where we're going. Good thing the four of us are good with luck. A twisted kind of luck, certainly, but still, I'm confident.
Daniel is lying across the floor, right in the center of the circle marking the space for the ring device, reading one of the books from his rather large supply. The Colonel wasn't doing as well keeping himself occupied. He was slumped against the wall beside Daniel, looking at the ceiling. Vacantly.
Basically, he was boredom personified.
And this was only the first day.
I head back over to Teal'c, and briefly glance at the controls, making sure they were all functioning. Everything seemed in order, for the moment at least, so I went over to the Colonel and Daniel. I looked at the book he was reading--but didn't even recognize the language. The Colonel didn't move. He was still staring at the ceiling.
"So . . ." I say.
"Hmm?" Daniel asks distractedly.
The Colonel responds with a grunt.
"What are you reading, Daniel?" I ask.
"Don't ask him that, Carter," the Colonel says, finally bringing his gaze down to meet mine. "You don't want the three hour lecture I got when I made that mistake."
Daniel looks up briefly to glare at the Colonel, and then returns to his book.
"Why don't you go . . . do something, Jack?" Daniel asks.
The 'and leave me alone' part is unspoken, but quite clearly implied.
"There's nothing TO do," the Colonel snaps. "We're stuck on a cargo ship. In SPACE."
"Play cards," Daniel suggests as he flips the page in his book.
The Colonel's smile is predatory. "Well, I would, if I HAD some cards," he says.
"There's a deck in my pack," Daniel tells him without looking up.
"What?" the Colonel demands. "You've had cards all this time?"
Daniel sighs and looks over at him. "All this time, Jack? We've been out here two hours. Though, surprisingly, I've apparently managed a three hour lecture during that time."
"Just get me the cards," the Colonel growls.
Daniel rolls his eyes, but surprisingly, he shuts the book and heads over to his pack. He couldn't be bored too, could he? I narrow my eyes. The Colonel and Daniel have had nothing to do while we were repairing the ship. This isn't good. They're BOTH already bored. Which could be very dangerous.
Daniel comes back, and tosses the deck to the Colonel. I don't like the grin that appears on his face as he catches it.
"Perfect," he whispers reverently, running his hand over the top card.
Daniel and I share a look. He's up to something. Probably a something neither of us will like.
The grin is aimed at us now. "You kids up for a game of strip poker?"
I try not to smile, really I do. But strip poker? He's joking, right? He's joking?
I look at Daniel. Daniel's mouth has fallen open.
My smile congeals. Damn. He's not joking.
"Sir . . ." I start disbelievingly. "I'm not playing strip poker."
He lets out a sigh of disappointment and turns his attention to Daniel. "Danny boy?"
"Jack?"
"Want to play?"
"I don't think so."
"Scared to show a little skin? Know you'll lose to the master, huh?" The Colonel's grin is infuriatingly smug.
"No, that's not it," Daniel says. "I just--"
"You're just scared," the Colonel nods. "That's alright. I understand."
"Do you really think this transparent attempt at reverse psychology is going to work?" Daniel demands.
The Colonel grins. "Is it?" he asks.
Daniel winces and holds out his hand. "Give me the cards. I'm dealing."
I try to hold back the smirk as I move discreetly back. Not far enough to be out of viewing range, certainly. I wouldn't miss this for anything.
"Seven-card stud or five-card draw?" Daniel asks, as he easily flips the cards from one hand to the other. I'm impressed. The Colonel looks slightly nervous.
"Five-card," he says warily.
Daniel grins. "Good choice," he says.
He is good. No one can keep the Colonel off balance like Daniel--and he's putting the skill to full use at the moment.
He throws the cards down lightening fast, and the Colonel's mouth drops open. It isn't long before the Colonel is minus one shoe. And fifteen minutes after that, all that's left are his Marvin Martian boxer shorts. I've valiantly held back any laughter, but the look on the Colonel's face is priceless.
Daniel is fully clothed across from him, being quite the graceful winner considering. "Just be glad all you lost was your clothes, Jack," he was saying. "It could have been worse. We could have been playing for money."
The killing glare the Colonel sends his way goes unacknowledged. It may scare the hell out of all the new recruits, but it's never fazed Daniel. Which, of course, annoys the Colonel to no end.
"This was your idea, sir," I point out.
Daniel flashes me a grin. The Colonel's killing glare is directed at me.
"Well, it was," I say defensively.
"Neither of you are to tell anyone about this. Understood?"
Daniel is making a bridge with the cards. "Sure, Jack," he says. The smile on his face, however, is a clear indicator that Ferretti will be hearing about this the moment we're back. After that, the rest of the base will know within a week. Quite possibly within the day.
The Colonel obviously realizes this, and his glare darkens.
"I have placed the ship on auto pilot and will now Kel-no-re . . ." Teal'c trails off as he gets closer. Teal'c rarely speaks, but seeing him speechless is new.
"O'Neill," he says. "What are you doing?" He's got the look he always gets when we experience 'cultural differences.' Or, in this case, 'Jackian' differences, as Daniel once said.
"They were playing strip poker," I tell Teal'c cheerfully. "Daniel knocked the pants off the Colonel."
Said Colonel glares angrily at me. Tough luck, sir. It's your own fault. Daniel isn't the only one you've rubbed off on.
Teal'c looks from Daniel, to the Colonel, and then back at me. "I see," he says.
Daniel places the cards back down. "You can get dressed now," he says. He looks over at the Colonel with a frown. "In fact, I insist on it."
The Colonel glares and gets to his feet, but says nothing. He angrily picks up his clothing, having to search a moment for the shoe he had thrown against the wall in a moment of pique, and then he marches down the hall to the bunk room, with as much dignity as he can muster.
I lean over slightly to get a view of his retreating back. What? I'm a woman. I turn back to face Daniel and Teal'c. Daniel grins and shakes his head. Teal'c raises an eyebrow.
I shrug.
We're going to be here ten days--at least. I need all the entertainment I can get.
TBC--next part by FCOL
Author's Notes (Layton's): Okay--this story can be blamed entirely on FCOL. Even if it was my idea. Because she was SUPPOSED to be writing it all by herself, but she kept poking my muses and look where it got her. ;) I'd just like to say, this is the most fun I've had writing a fic, and that you might want to be a little worried each time you get one of my parts. I write Daniel snarkier than ever--FCOL writes him paranoid and we both pretty much have Jack as a plotting miscreant prone to 'Mr. Burn's' impressions.
We'll be posting one of these a day as we get them cleaned up, so you can live the ten days out with our favorite team. ;) The story plot is a little 'Seinfield-ish' in its simplicity (complexity?), but may very well be my favorite yet.
Author's Notes (ForCryinOutLoud's): OK, this SO cannot be blamed on me. It's all Layton's fault! However I have to say that I am very glad she pushed ;) me into doing this because I had much more fun writing this with her than I do writing my own. *Thanks Layton* This is definitely, by far, my favorite!
I hope that we captured Daniel and Jack, as well as Sam and Teal'c, fairly well. Is it just me or is it nearly impossible to write something from Teal'c's POV *lol*. Hopefully our craziness doesn't scare any of you out there ;) Perhaps, if you all enjoy our first attempt at collaboration, we'll be testing the joint fic waters again soon.
I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. Feedback is always welcomed!
Day One: Sam___
(This part written by me, Layton Colt)
This is going to take longer than I was expecting. A LOT longer, actually. We should make it there just in time--but the margin of error is going to be extremely small. There won't be room for mistakes.
I stand up from the crystals I was working with and stretch. This ship is barely functioning--it took a lot of damage when Dad and Daniel crashed. Teal'c is piloting it, and doing an admirable job, but we're going to need a lot of luck to get us where we're going. Good thing the four of us are good with luck. A twisted kind of luck, certainly, but still, I'm confident.
Daniel is lying across the floor, right in the center of the circle marking the space for the ring device, reading one of the books from his rather large supply. The Colonel wasn't doing as well keeping himself occupied. He was slumped against the wall beside Daniel, looking at the ceiling. Vacantly.
Basically, he was boredom personified.
And this was only the first day.
I head back over to Teal'c, and briefly glance at the controls, making sure they were all functioning. Everything seemed in order, for the moment at least, so I went over to the Colonel and Daniel. I looked at the book he was reading--but didn't even recognize the language. The Colonel didn't move. He was still staring at the ceiling.
"So . . ." I say.
"Hmm?" Daniel asks distractedly.
The Colonel responds with a grunt.
"What are you reading, Daniel?" I ask.
"Don't ask him that, Carter," the Colonel says, finally bringing his gaze down to meet mine. "You don't want the three hour lecture I got when I made that mistake."
Daniel looks up briefly to glare at the Colonel, and then returns to his book.
"Why don't you go . . . do something, Jack?" Daniel asks.
The 'and leave me alone' part is unspoken, but quite clearly implied.
"There's nothing TO do," the Colonel snaps. "We're stuck on a cargo ship. In SPACE."
"Play cards," Daniel suggests as he flips the page in his book.
The Colonel's smile is predatory. "Well, I would, if I HAD some cards," he says.
"There's a deck in my pack," Daniel tells him without looking up.
"What?" the Colonel demands. "You've had cards all this time?"
Daniel sighs and looks over at him. "All this time, Jack? We've been out here two hours. Though, surprisingly, I've apparently managed a three hour lecture during that time."
"Just get me the cards," the Colonel growls.
Daniel rolls his eyes, but surprisingly, he shuts the book and heads over to his pack. He couldn't be bored too, could he? I narrow my eyes. The Colonel and Daniel have had nothing to do while we were repairing the ship. This isn't good. They're BOTH already bored. Which could be very dangerous.
Daniel comes back, and tosses the deck to the Colonel. I don't like the grin that appears on his face as he catches it.
"Perfect," he whispers reverently, running his hand over the top card.
Daniel and I share a look. He's up to something. Probably a something neither of us will like.
The grin is aimed at us now. "You kids up for a game of strip poker?"
I try not to smile, really I do. But strip poker? He's joking, right? He's joking?
I look at Daniel. Daniel's mouth has fallen open.
My smile congeals. Damn. He's not joking.
"Sir . . ." I start disbelievingly. "I'm not playing strip poker."
He lets out a sigh of disappointment and turns his attention to Daniel. "Danny boy?"
"Jack?"
"Want to play?"
"I don't think so."
"Scared to show a little skin? Know you'll lose to the master, huh?" The Colonel's grin is infuriatingly smug.
"No, that's not it," Daniel says. "I just--"
"You're just scared," the Colonel nods. "That's alright. I understand."
"Do you really think this transparent attempt at reverse psychology is going to work?" Daniel demands.
The Colonel grins. "Is it?" he asks.
Daniel winces and holds out his hand. "Give me the cards. I'm dealing."
I try to hold back the smirk as I move discreetly back. Not far enough to be out of viewing range, certainly. I wouldn't miss this for anything.
"Seven-card stud or five-card draw?" Daniel asks, as he easily flips the cards from one hand to the other. I'm impressed. The Colonel looks slightly nervous.
"Five-card," he says warily.
Daniel grins. "Good choice," he says.
He is good. No one can keep the Colonel off balance like Daniel--and he's putting the skill to full use at the moment.
He throws the cards down lightening fast, and the Colonel's mouth drops open. It isn't long before the Colonel is minus one shoe. And fifteen minutes after that, all that's left are his Marvin Martian boxer shorts. I've valiantly held back any laughter, but the look on the Colonel's face is priceless.
Daniel is fully clothed across from him, being quite the graceful winner considering. "Just be glad all you lost was your clothes, Jack," he was saying. "It could have been worse. We could have been playing for money."
The killing glare the Colonel sends his way goes unacknowledged. It may scare the hell out of all the new recruits, but it's never fazed Daniel. Which, of course, annoys the Colonel to no end.
"This was your idea, sir," I point out.
Daniel flashes me a grin. The Colonel's killing glare is directed at me.
"Well, it was," I say defensively.
"Neither of you are to tell anyone about this. Understood?"
Daniel is making a bridge with the cards. "Sure, Jack," he says. The smile on his face, however, is a clear indicator that Ferretti will be hearing about this the moment we're back. After that, the rest of the base will know within a week. Quite possibly within the day.
The Colonel obviously realizes this, and his glare darkens.
"I have placed the ship on auto pilot and will now Kel-no-re . . ." Teal'c trails off as he gets closer. Teal'c rarely speaks, but seeing him speechless is new.
"O'Neill," he says. "What are you doing?" He's got the look he always gets when we experience 'cultural differences.' Or, in this case, 'Jackian' differences, as Daniel once said.
"They were playing strip poker," I tell Teal'c cheerfully. "Daniel knocked the pants off the Colonel."
Said Colonel glares angrily at me. Tough luck, sir. It's your own fault. Daniel isn't the only one you've rubbed off on.
Teal'c looks from Daniel, to the Colonel, and then back at me. "I see," he says.
Daniel places the cards back down. "You can get dressed now," he says. He looks over at the Colonel with a frown. "In fact, I insist on it."
The Colonel glares and gets to his feet, but says nothing. He angrily picks up his clothing, having to search a moment for the shoe he had thrown against the wall in a moment of pique, and then he marches down the hall to the bunk room, with as much dignity as he can muster.
I lean over slightly to get a view of his retreating back. What? I'm a woman. I turn back to face Daniel and Teal'c. Daniel grins and shakes his head. Teal'c raises an eyebrow.
I shrug.
We're going to be here ten days--at least. I need all the entertainment I can get.
TBC--next part by FCOL