Own nothing, never will. First ever SG-1 fic, and I probably don't
know enough to even dare attempt a fic, but oh well. You can't call me
patient.
"Would you stop fidgeting," Daniel snapped from where he sat on the isolation room's bed.
"We should be out there," Jack said. "Helping, somehow."
"Jack, you heard Dr. Frasier, we'd be more of a hindrance then a help. You want to infect all of SGC? We're just supposed to let it run its course."
"Do we even know how long that will take?" Jack demanded.
Daniel sighed and put his head in his hands, Jack continued pacing, "Just, cut it out! Okay?"
Jack glared at him and threw himself into one of the plastic stackable chairs that littered all the isolation rooms.
"You realize that we have no idea how long it'll take for this thing to run its course? Don't you?"
"Dr. Frasier said less then a week."
"Do we know if she's right? Maybe she's lying, giving us false hope."
There was a reason two of the SGC's members were even more irritable then usual, but no one could figure out what it was. Dr. Frasier said it must be some kind of virus they'd picked up and it was affecting their brain chemistry or something, no one was ever really sure what Dr. Frasier was talking about, but they had to include her just so it seemed like everything was scientifically possible. If a doctor said it was true then it had to be true, right? Anyway SG-1 had come back from P5X-745 and Jack and Daniel had been at their most annoying, Teal'c was of course impervious. No one knew why Sam wasn't infected (the real reason is the author is no good at writing Sam and likes to keep Jack and Daniel to herself.) No one knew anything and it didn't help that the Tok'ra were going through a minor crisis and had requested assistance. One of their leaders had gone missing and more then half the SG teams were out looking for her.
All and all it was looking like it would turn out to be a awful week. Jack stood and began pacing again.
"Jack!" Daniel nearly screamed, just the noise of Jack's boots striking the floor was driving him up the wall.
Jack chose to ignore Daniel and continued his march back and forth across the room.
"How many rooms does the SGC have again?" Daniel asked the wall. "Why are we sharing one?"
"They thought it'd be more enjoyable if we had company," Jack muttered.
Daniel sighed and rolled onto his back, staring at the bottom of the bunk above him. He was sure that wasn't the reason, it was most likely some sort of nefarious plot to drive them both insane.
Eventually Jack got tired of pacing and resumed his seat in the plastic chair, Daniel had worked himself into such a funk that he'd fallen into a resentful sleep. He was lying absolutely still.
Jack's anger was gone and immediately replaced with worry. "Daniel?" All the sudden he was totally freaked, something in the back of his brain noted the abrupt change in moods and wondered if this was what Doctor Frasier had been talking about. "Daniel?" he said again and leapt from his seat and to Daniel's side. He shook him slightly and Daniel opened his eyes smiling.
"Hiya Jack!" he said.
"Daniel are you okay?"
"Super," Daniel said and sat up quickly, knocking Jack in the forehead in the process.
The two of them sat there for a moment staring at each other, Daniel was smiling stupidly, in a better mood then he could ever remember being before.
"You worried me," Jack said sulkily.
"Sorry," Daniel said.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Mm hm," Daniel chirped. "You hungry?"
Jack shook his head
"Jack, you okay?"
"Sure."
"Okay, that's not true," Daniel said. He was feeling rather buoyant and very patient so he pursued the problem further. "What's wrong Jack?"
"Nothing."
"Come on," Daniel said.
Jack stared resolutely at his hands.
Daniel poked him once in the ribs. "Come on."
"I'm not exactly sure."
Daniel was silent, trying to pull off a concerned friend look but wanting desperately to grin at Jack.
"I'm just really . . . "
"Maybe it's got something to do with what Dr. Fraiser said we caught."
"Maybe," Jack shrugged.
"Wanna play a game?" Daniel asked.
"Not especially."
"Come on, it'll be fun."
Jack was silent.
"You can pick the game," Daniel promised.
"Daniel, I really don't feel like . . . "
"How about twenty questions?"
"Daniel," Jack said warningly.
"Fine," Daniel humphed and turned his back on Jack.
They sat in silence for a minute. "Daniel," Jack began.
"I'm not talking to you."
Jack resumed staring at his hands. "Are you a vegetable?" he asked at last reluctantly.
Daniel turned around quickly and grinned at Jack again. "I have to think of one first," he chided happily.
Jack sighed.
"Alright! No, I'm not a vegetable."
"I will be soon," Jack muttered, "Are you an animal?"
"Nope."
"Person, place or thing?"
"Jack, that's not a yes or no question."
"Place?"
"No."
"So you're a person?"
"Yes."
"Famous historical figure?"
"Yeah."
"American?"
"Nuh anh."
"You're a real person right? Not some mythological figure?""
"Jack! You know that a lot of mythology is based in fact!"
"Daniel, you know what I mean."
"No, I'm a "real" person."
Jack sighed.
"Would you stop fidgeting," Daniel snapped from where he sat on the isolation room's bed.
"We should be out there," Jack said. "Helping, somehow."
"Jack, you heard Dr. Frasier, we'd be more of a hindrance then a help. You want to infect all of SGC? We're just supposed to let it run its course."
"Do we even know how long that will take?" Jack demanded.
Daniel sighed and put his head in his hands, Jack continued pacing, "Just, cut it out! Okay?"
Jack glared at him and threw himself into one of the plastic stackable chairs that littered all the isolation rooms.
"You realize that we have no idea how long it'll take for this thing to run its course? Don't you?"
"Dr. Frasier said less then a week."
"Do we know if she's right? Maybe she's lying, giving us false hope."
There was a reason two of the SGC's members were even more irritable then usual, but no one could figure out what it was. Dr. Frasier said it must be some kind of virus they'd picked up and it was affecting their brain chemistry or something, no one was ever really sure what Dr. Frasier was talking about, but they had to include her just so it seemed like everything was scientifically possible. If a doctor said it was true then it had to be true, right? Anyway SG-1 had come back from P5X-745 and Jack and Daniel had been at their most annoying, Teal'c was of course impervious. No one knew why Sam wasn't infected (the real reason is the author is no good at writing Sam and likes to keep Jack and Daniel to herself.) No one knew anything and it didn't help that the Tok'ra were going through a minor crisis and had requested assistance. One of their leaders had gone missing and more then half the SG teams were out looking for her.
All and all it was looking like it would turn out to be a awful week. Jack stood and began pacing again.
"Jack!" Daniel nearly screamed, just the noise of Jack's boots striking the floor was driving him up the wall.
Jack chose to ignore Daniel and continued his march back and forth across the room.
"How many rooms does the SGC have again?" Daniel asked the wall. "Why are we sharing one?"
"They thought it'd be more enjoyable if we had company," Jack muttered.
Daniel sighed and rolled onto his back, staring at the bottom of the bunk above him. He was sure that wasn't the reason, it was most likely some sort of nefarious plot to drive them both insane.
Eventually Jack got tired of pacing and resumed his seat in the plastic chair, Daniel had worked himself into such a funk that he'd fallen into a resentful sleep. He was lying absolutely still.
Jack's anger was gone and immediately replaced with worry. "Daniel?" All the sudden he was totally freaked, something in the back of his brain noted the abrupt change in moods and wondered if this was what Doctor Frasier had been talking about. "Daniel?" he said again and leapt from his seat and to Daniel's side. He shook him slightly and Daniel opened his eyes smiling.
"Hiya Jack!" he said.
"Daniel are you okay?"
"Super," Daniel said and sat up quickly, knocking Jack in the forehead in the process.
The two of them sat there for a moment staring at each other, Daniel was smiling stupidly, in a better mood then he could ever remember being before.
"You worried me," Jack said sulkily.
"Sorry," Daniel said.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Mm hm," Daniel chirped. "You hungry?"
Jack shook his head
"Jack, you okay?"
"Sure."
"Okay, that's not true," Daniel said. He was feeling rather buoyant and very patient so he pursued the problem further. "What's wrong Jack?"
"Nothing."
"Come on," Daniel said.
Jack stared resolutely at his hands.
Daniel poked him once in the ribs. "Come on."
"I'm not exactly sure."
Daniel was silent, trying to pull off a concerned friend look but wanting desperately to grin at Jack.
"I'm just really . . . "
"Maybe it's got something to do with what Dr. Fraiser said we caught."
"Maybe," Jack shrugged.
"Wanna play a game?" Daniel asked.
"Not especially."
"Come on, it'll be fun."
Jack was silent.
"You can pick the game," Daniel promised.
"Daniel, I really don't feel like . . . "
"How about twenty questions?"
"Daniel," Jack said warningly.
"Fine," Daniel humphed and turned his back on Jack.
They sat in silence for a minute. "Daniel," Jack began.
"I'm not talking to you."
Jack resumed staring at his hands. "Are you a vegetable?" he asked at last reluctantly.
Daniel turned around quickly and grinned at Jack again. "I have to think of one first," he chided happily.
Jack sighed.
"Alright! No, I'm not a vegetable."
"I will be soon," Jack muttered, "Are you an animal?"
"Nope."
"Person, place or thing?"
"Jack, that's not a yes or no question."
"Place?"
"No."
"So you're a person?"
"Yes."
"Famous historical figure?"
"Yeah."
"American?"
"Nuh anh."
"You're a real person right? Not some mythological figure?""
"Jack! You know that a lot of mythology is based in fact!"
"Daniel, you know what I mean."
"No, I'm a "real" person."
Jack sighed.