"Skeleton bones stand at the sound of eternity on the lips of the found..." The mumbled song trailed off, and he bent over to look beneath the desk. "Here, kitty, kitty..."

"Adam. What in the world are you doing?"

The man looked around the corners of the room once before straightening up. "I was merely looking for your cat. Knowing which cat curiosity killed would certainly be interesting trivia."

Death stared at him blankly, wondering if the years of immortality had actually managed to tamper with even the relatively stable version of his mind his office generated. "Pardon?"

"Your cat? Felinus domesticus? Or not as the case may be..." He frowned slightly. "Is it not a hound that guards thy realm?"

"Adam, if you do not explain yourself immediately, this will be no haven for you..."

"You have a dish for one – did you 'designers' meddle in your office again?"

"Dish..." He frowned in confusion and looked around his office, recognition sparking in his eyes when he spied the olive and sand coloured dish sitting in a distant corner of his office. "Oh! That one. Well, Schrodinger picked his cat up a while ago, and I never rid myself of its dish." He turned back to face the Immortal seated across from him. "That is Jackson's though."

"Then you do have a domesticated cat within these walls?"

"Cat? No – human. A Dr. Daniel Jackson – look him up."

"Whatever for?"

"You may find him interesting." He waited a few minutes for a response and rolled his eyes when none was forthcoming. "Stop looking so unimpressed – he can probably speak as many languages as you can. At the least, you could amuse yourself correcting him. Or," He added when Adam still didn't react, "You could hear some of those dead tongues again."

"Could not you do the same?"

"I could."

Adam considered Death in silence. "Then the dish?"

The Shade groaned. "If he were immortal, he would at least have an excuse. As it is, he has the worst bloody luck in the universe. At this point, I think he's outlasted a cat's bloody nine lives and he's still not dead!"

Adam smiled slightly. "I believe you were correct in assuming that I would enjoy his acquaintance."

He sighed. "Of course you would now..." A thought occurred to him; and he frowned, muttering to himself: "Perhaps 'twasn't wise to mention him..."

"How so?"

He glanced back up form his desk. "Merely bear in mind that there are worse things in the universe than a few Nazis searching for immortality."

The Immortal froze for an imperceptible moment before ignoring the subject. "This Dr. Jackson – is he extremely well-versed in linguistics?"

"Yes. For this time at least."

Adam waved away the exception, understanding it as implied from the beginning. "Would he have happened to have become convinced that the pyramids were built by aliens?"

"Yes, a few years ago. He's not unstable though, if that is what you are aiming at."

"Oh, no – I would certainly know that." He leaned back slightly in the chair. "I attended his talk then to determine for myself his sanity or lack thereof. Also because I had always been quite curious myself as to their origins... I am glad to hear that his is alive and well."

"'Well' might be an overstatement, but alive he most certainly is."

Adam nodded slowly, remembering. "I had wondered as to his whereabouts after that lecture. I was never able to find him after he stepped into her car."

"That was probably because he was traipsing all across the universe getting himself killed more times than any man should. And when he was not putting himself in danger, his companions would take his place instead!"

"It seems as if your office is never empty..."

Death glared at the amused Immortal. "I feel as if you mock me – believe me that it is not by my own choice that this continue. Had I my will, you would be done away with and my blessed sanctum of peace could return."

"Then would Boredom himself come to disturb you – you could not work in the stillness long. Why else would there be so many legends of the Grim Reaper walking amongst men? You would be reduced to haunting your brother's courts for entertainment."

He winced. "I'll just bring along my feather of truth, shall I?" He flicked at the ledger disdainfully. "No, I would be doomed to boredom instead of purgatory – or perhaps I would but change one role for the other."

Adam nodded slightly, although to which he agreed was uncertain. "Where did you say Dr. Jackson dwelt now?"

"I didn't."

Adam stared at the Shade, waiting until Death gave in.

"Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado – but do be careful getting in. He wouldn't take kindly to an invasion."

He nodded, standing and straightening his waistcoat. "I can certainly imagine – until we meet again, Hades."

Death sighed.

"Would 'Pluto' be preferred?"

"The Romans were always obsessed with war – I don't even like pomegranates!"

Adam smiled slightly. "That was the Grecian's Hades, Hel."

"Do I look like a bloody girl – get out!"

The answering chuckle was cut off as the door to life shut behind the Immortal. Death watched the door for a moment in exasperation before the look faded into sadness. He hoped that perhaps Jackson would at least listen to Adam when he came, for it was hardly a sign of a person's healthy psyche when the only friend he had was a person that had doomed him to his immortality.

AN: My joke is that Daniel is part cat because of his numerous deaths. Combined with Forever and Death, and the slightly inspired by Kythe42's SG-1 crossover with Daniel – sort of... sighsBut the characters...Ever since I've started writing these, I think my characters get farther off through memory... 8-25-2015