An analysis of how time passes differently for me, Samantha and Lt. Jack and how come
By: Danny N Jackson
9 years old
April 14, 1999
"That is priceless," Sam laughed, reading over Daniel's shoulder.
Daniel blushed and shook his head. "Yours can't be much better."
"Leave me out of this." Sam clutched her composition book closer.
"Oh, c'mon." He made a grab for it. Sam jumped up from the couch.
They were in Jack's living room, a common gathering place after a trying mission, or a mission gone bad, or a mission gone well, or any reason really. After three years of working together the excuses had gotten flimsy. Today, they were celebrating everyone making it back to reality in one, albeit bemused piece.
Daniel got up to pursue Sam leaving the composition book that had been a permanent fixture in his hand for the last three days, or twenty years depending on your prospective, to Jack and Teal'c. Jack, who had been watching Daniel scribble in that damn book for what felt like most of his life snatched it up and flipped through the pages.
"I'm amazed that at nine you knew what analysis meant, much less how to spell it correctly," Jack mused. "You were never normal, were you?"
"Not really, no," Daniel admitted, still trying to get Sam's book.
Sam, trying to protect the book, was nose first in the corner trying to use her body as a shield. But, Daniel was taller, and using it to his advantage. He was reaching around her from both sides and she couldn't twist away from one hand without risking him grabbing it with the other. It was only a matter of time before he got his hands on it.
"Ah!" This time, Daniel dashed across the room with Sam on his heels. He flipped through the pages as he dodged her.
"Daniel, no!" she pled with him.
"Oh." He stopped short mid-dodge, seeing what she was so embarrassed about. Sam crashed into him. "Sorry," Daniel mumbled, handing the book back to her.
"Is there something wrong, Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked.
"No, nothing," he answered quickly. "I was just a little more interested in the project that Sam was, I guess."
"You do realize the whole project thing was just meant to distract us, right?" Sam asked him, sitting back on the couch, the book tucked under her leg. "They just needed to keep us occupied."
Daniel looked down, embarrassed. "I do now," he admitted.
"Of course, I can't say anyone was too surprised when you figured it out," Jack said, still looking through the notes. "Even if you weren't all there mentally."