This is just a goofy little story I wrote. I don't know why I wrote it, I just did. If you want a better reason …well, I'm sorry, but there isn't one. Enjoy.
Remote Problems
It was a beautiful spring day. Since SG-1 was on leave and it was a Saturday, the whole team was over at Jack's house. They had spent the morning fishing (much to Teal'c's consternation). Now they were all sitting on the dock, sipping a cold beer and reminiscing about their previous missions. Most of the memories seemed to be rather ridiculous and that, plus the beer, had the three of them (Teal'c didn't get drunk easily) practically rolling on the dock they were laughing so hard. Both Daniel and Sam had tears of mirth rolling down their cheeks and Jack had tried several times to mention something, but had been to hysterical to speak. At last, though, they all had calmed down sufficiently enough to be able to take a drink without choking or spraying it everywhere and Jack managed at last to speak.
"The Simpson's will be on soon," he said, looking again at his watch.
"Great," Daniel mumbled sarcastically. Jack turned to look at him.
"Hey," he said indignantly, "that is like the best show ever."
The archeologist rolled his eyes, but, fortunately, Jack didn't notice. The latter stood up and led the way back toward the house. Sam followed, then Teal'c, and finally, bringing up the rear, was Daniel, who grumbled silently to himself the whole way.
Once inside, Sam sat down with a sigh of contentment onto the sofa. Teal'c took one chair and Daniel the other. The linguist was quite prepared to take a convenient hour long nap, but his plan was foiled when Jack sat down beside Sam and discovered that the remote was missing. Of course the first thing the annoyed, but not yet explosive colonel did was look around the room. The first thing he saw was the amused grin that Daniel was trying unsuccessfully to hide.
"Oh, Daniel," said Jack in a pointedly calm voice. "You wouldn't happen to know where the remote went would you?" Somehow, Daniel managed to look hurt and still keep his silly grin.
"Sorry," Jack apologized.
"No you're not."
Jack shot a glare towards his unruly archeologist before standing up and ordering everyone to look for the remote. Sam and Teal'c hesitated a moment, but got up when they saw that he was serious. Daniel on the other hand, stayed right where he was…at least until Jack came over with murder in his eyes and yanked him off the chair.
"You too, Danny-boy," he said in typical Jack O'Neill style. "Danny-boy" glared at him and then also began to look.
Several minutes later, Jack was getting frantic. They had looked everywhere. Under the couch, behind the couch, beneath the couch cushions, under, on top of, and along side of stacks of magazines, on the counters, on the table, in the fridge, beside the toilet, everywhere a TV remote could have gone. No luck.
SG-1 met up again in the living room after searching the entire house. It was then that Daniel noticed the remote sticking out of the back pocket of Jack's blue jeans. He stood there, staring and thinking of all the things he would dearly love to do to that remote, for several seconds before walking over, yanking it out of Jack's pocket, and handing it to him wordlessly. Everyone stared at it silently for several minutes. Then first Sam, then Daniel, and then Jack all began to laugh uncontrollably. In the end even Teal'c cracked a grin. Then, breathless and red-faced, they all say down and watched what everyone, Daniel included, agreed was the best episode of the Simpson's ever.
The End
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