He stared at the large door to the general's office. He wanted him to come out, and yet- he didn't. He wanted to tell the general about his idea and coincidently his cover for his mistake. And that brought him to the reason for not wanting the general to enter the briefing room. He had messed up- big time, and getting his ass chewed wasn't on his list of things to do.
Daniel Jackson sat at the long table of the briefing room awaiting the general's appearance. Jack was with him- sitting in his ever-faithful spot by his side. He was right where he always was. However, this wasn't of much comfort seeing as how he was playing his gameboy.
Daniel began tapping his fingers off of the gigantic cherry finish table in anticipation. Jack- noticed this out of the corner of his eyes but said nothing. After all 'Danny wont be too happy if he figures out I'm watching him' he thought. While Daniel thought that jack was off in LaLa land killing evil mushrooms and rescuing princesses jack was really paying minimal attention to the game and studying his best friend. 'Eh- he's only tapping his fingers no big deal…. Okay and he's chewing his bottom lip.'…. 'Well it could be worse' he decided.
Then it happened—the self-hug. The second the archeologists arms wrapped around his torso Jack walked into a giant man eating fire spitting flower. 'Dang-it Danny!' Jack thought. That was his last life too. But worse yet now he was really worried. When they first met- way back when Daniel was the gum on Jack's shoes- the self-hug occurred quite often. It popped up now and then too but it was rare. It was also a sure sign that the SGC's resident history and linguistics specialist was in trouble. Not physical trouble mind you- 'although he probably will be' Jack thought- but mental psychological trouble.
Just as the colonel leaned over to offer some comforting words to his friend the General walked into the briefing room.