Yes! I finally started a fanfic!!!!!!!!!!!! This is my first! So please be kind! R&R PLEASE! It might turn into an Atlantis crossover at some point! Well, maybe (No don't throw the tomatoes!) We'll just see how this one goes! -Timeswhisper

Doctor Daniel Jackson sat at his desk, muttering over a stone tablet that he and the rest of SG-1 had picked up while exploring another planet. The tablet, he knew, was a mixture of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and an obscure form of something else. It was taking Daniel a long time to find out what the something else was. It was completely eluding him.

Focusing on the tablet and the various books scattered about the desk, Daniel went to take a sip of coffee, but nothing came.

"Wha-?" Daniel said aloud as he looked into the cup with surprise, there was no coffee left in the cup.

Someone nearby laughed, and Daniel looked around, but there was no one in the office and no one in the hallway.

"I have got to stop working late." He muttered and trekked to the commissary to get some coffee.

There was no one in the commissary, possibly because it was three in the morning, so Daniel managed to snag the entire pot. Daniel nursed the pot almost all of the way back to his office looking extremely pleased with himself. Just as he got to his lab door however-

"Aha! Coffee! Daniel? Are you trying to keep that all to yourself or can I have some?"

Daniel turned around, quickly hiding the coffee pot behind his back, and smiled at Colonel Samantha Carter.

"CoffeeWhat are you talking about Sam? I don't have any coffee! Why do you think I have coffee?"

Despite looking exhausted, Sam managed to grin evilly and poked Daniel's unprotected stomach.

"Come on coffee hoarder! Give me some!"

Daniel made one last ditch attempt to get away with the entire pot.

"But Sam! I really don't have any coffee! The coffee smell is just from the coffee I spilt earlier! Honest!"

Sam laughed, darted around Daniel and lifted the coffee pot from his hands.

"Nice try Daniel! But I know fresh coffee when I smell it!"

Daniel pretended to stare mortified at the coffee going into Sam's empty mug.

"But Sam…I stole it from the commissary fair and square!"

Sam giggled and handed Daniel back the coffee pot, which was still reasonably full.

"Well now I stole some from you!"

Daniel pouted.

"Besides," Sam said. "You've been at that tablet since we got back! That was eighteen hours ago!"

"You've been working on that weapon thing for the same amount of time!" Daniel said, flashing Sam a winning smile.

Sam glared in mock anger.

"Yes, well-"

"And if Janet found us both slumped over our desks tomorrow morning, she would put us in the infirmary!"

"For lack of sleep?"

"No. For coffee withdrawal."

Sam groaned.

"You're probably right. I'll finish in ten minutes; I just have to save a document. Want me to wait for you?"

"Yeah, I just have to put the coffee down and mark my place in the books. Will Jack let us stay home?"

"I think so. General O'Neill said he knew we might work late."

"Great! I'll see you in ten minutes!"

Sam walked off and Daniel put the pot onto his desk. He began to move the books around when one brushed the coffee pot and Daniel managed to catch it before it shattered on the floor.

There was more disembodied laughter and some one said, "Dan-iel!"

Daniel whipped around.

"Whose there?"

There was no answer.

"Ok. Definitely not working late anymore." Daniel said aloud to himself and bustled out of the room as quickly as possible.

Most of my stuff got moved to fictionpress…so you know….. R&R! wimpers and begs PLEASE WITH A CHERRY THE SIZE OF THE MOON!