This is a story I wrote a while back, so anyone who has looked at my website may recognise it. It is a stand-alone. No prequels or sequels.
Typecast"Now would be a good time for some advice from the Crocodile Hunter" Jack watched the giant reptile almost ooze its way across the wet moss beneath them and disappear into the fog. He shifted slightly on his rocky perch, trying to ease his tired muscles.
"Don't tell me you watch that stupid show, Jack" Daniel glared over at him. "Typical – it's aimed at your type" He held his position as the fidgeting Colonel's knee bumped into him and barely managed to refrain from giving an irritated push back.
"No, actually Doctor Jackson, I don't watch it. Never watched a single episode. And don't get snippy with me. I'm not the one that got us into this mess." Jack's gaze continued to scan his surroundings as if hoping to penetrate the thick grey mist. Several minutes passed in disgruntled silence before it was broken once more.
"And what exactly do you mean by 'my type'?"
"You know exactly what I mean by your type, Jack. Shoot first, ask questions later types. Types that have to wrestle anything that moves into submission. Super macho types. Your type."
"Well if that's how you feel, why are you sticking around? Why don't you go and talk to the nice monsters and ask them politely if we could go now? After all that's what your type would do, isn't it?" Jack moved back towards the edge of the narrow ledge, grunting a little as he did so.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine thank you." He eased his throbbing knee by dangling it over the edge. "Don't see you going to make friends."
"Funny that, Jack. Maybe it's because the giant lizards are obviously brainless meat eaters and unlikely to want to discuss the finer points of gate travel."
"Changed your tune then?"
"I beg your pardon?" Daniel wiggled nearer to the other man and began to remove his uniform jacket.
"You seemed very anxious to hang around and chat when the lizards from Hell turned up." Jack snuggled into the extra jacket that Daniel laid across his shoulders. As the warmth penetrated his body the tremors slowly began to subside.
"I was trying to stop them from destroying the artefacts." He glanced involuntarily towards the bulging pack at his side. "You shouldn't have tried to distract them. I would have been right behind you."
"Yeah – right!" Jack took the proffered canteen and sipped slowly, swallowing the painkillers in resignation.
"How much longer do you think that they'll be?"
"Shouldn't be too long now. Why? Don't you like my company?" Jack watched in fascination as the shapes of stunted trees began to appear as the fog cleared, a weak sunlight illuminating the giant ring on the small rise behind them.
"I like you, Jack. Its just your taste in television that I dislike." Daniel smiled as the familiar whoosh of the activating stargate sent the huge lumbering forms a few feet below them scurrying to hide.
"I told you, Doctor Jackson, I don't watch the Crocodile Hunter. He's an idiot."
Daniel waved vigorously at the approaching figures of Major Carter and Teal'c, SG-2 following them closely.
"How do you know that he's an idiot if you don't watch the show, Jack?"
He reached his arm down and helped the other man to stand. Jack leaned heavily against him.
"I think that you should just shut up now, Danny Boy." Jack could feel himself growing light headed as the painkillers did their work. "Come on, let's get out of here. I don't think want to end up like an extra from 'Creature from the Black Lagoon' - eaten by the monster"
"Why not, Jack? Scared of being typecast?"
"Shut up now, Doctor Jackson."
Daniel eased the suddenly silent man down and into the arms of their waiting friends below.
The mist reformed behind them as they walked, leaving no evidence of their presence.
The End