TITLE: "Unconscious Pursuit"

AUTHOR: Verb

RATING: PG, I would think

CATEGORY: Humor, some Daniel/Janet pre-relationship

SUMMARY: His dedication to his work and to his friends has not gone unnoticed. Part 1 of 2.

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable Stargate SG-1 characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment only and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. This story and other publicly unrecognized events therein are copyrighted to the author.

DEDICATION: For Dessert Blossom-by-the-Sea, because without her this little story would never have seen the light of day.

"Daniel, for cryin' out loud, we're going to be late if you don't get your head out of those books!"

Daniel's head snapped up, barely missing a full-on collision with his desk lamp. He had been so engrossed in his work, trying to understand the strange inscription on what appeared to be a vase that he had barely heard Jack's voice calling to him from the hallway. He shook his head to clear it. Right. Today was the 19th, an important day for the SGC's resident needle-wielder, Janet Fraiser. Janet had ordered some supplies for the base infirmary and had volunteered the members of SG1 to help her lug all of the old equipment out and the new stuff in.

"I don't know why she couldn't have just gotten Siler to help."

Daniel sighed. "Jack, if she wanted all of the new equipment for the infirmary in a million pieces, she would have asked Siler," he explained patiently.

Jack turned from the shelf he was inspecting. "Yeah. Good point". He picked up a rather odd-looking rock. "Well, at the very least, she promised there'd be cake, so, uh, . . ." Jack trailed off, praying that Daniel hadn't heard the 'cake' comment.

No such luck. "Cake? Why would Jan- Doctor Fraiser have cake in the infirmary? We're just moving boxes, aren't we?"

Jack cleared his throat. "Oh, yeah. Boxes and boxes of . . . defibrillators and other medical instruments that Carter will need to explain to me."

"Which could take the rest of the day, sir". Daniel followed the sound of Sam's voice to the door of his office. He motioned for her to enter. "Hi, Sam." She smiled as she took a seat in one of the chairs Daniel kept for visitors. "Sir, we should get going. Janet's waiting for our help, and you know how irritated she can get when she waits too long."

"Yeah, don't I know it!" Jack absently rubbed at his backside, remembering the painful encounter that particular part of his anatomy had with one of Janet's needles two days previous. "What I don't get is the reason I'm the one who gets manhandled by the Doc?"

"Could it be sir that every time you're due for a physical, she has to order two SF's to track you down and forcibly escort you to the infirmary?" Sam explained, a small smile creeping over her mouth.

Jack pondered this for a minute. "Nope. I think she just has a weakness for blue eyes." He looked pointedly at Daniel while Sam tried to hide her laughter.

Slightly flushed, Daniel tried to bring the topic of conversation back to the matter at hand. "So, um, are we supposed to change our clothes or something?"

"Yeah, actually Janet and I thought it would be a good idea to change, since she didn't know what years of dust on some of those machines might do to our uniforms." Sam watched as Daniel walked over to Jack and removed what looked like a particularly pointy artifact from the Colonel with a glare. She continued, trying to stop the amused look that battled for control of her features as Jack sat on a stool, clearly upset about the removal of his toy "So, Janet and I managed to find some older stuff from a supplies closet for everyone."

"Everyone?" Jack eyed his 2IC in disbelief.

Light dawned behind Sam's eyes. "Yes sir, everyone. Teal's work shirt is the size of a camping tarp, but it should be suitable to protect him from the 'young domesticated hares covered in dirt particles'."

Daniel let out a small laugh. "Dust bunnies? I guess I'll be having a talk with Teal'c about house cleaning and dust bunnies in general."

"Well, you'll have to talk with him later. It's time to go and help battle with the dust bunnies." Jack jumped off his stool.

"Yeah, sir, you know that Janet isn't going to let you zat the dust bunnies" Sam tried to keep a straight face.

"No matter," Jack said, strolling towards the doors. "I'll just have to retaliate with something better."

"No C4 either, sir."

"Crap! Well, there goes my shot at fun for the day. Carter, where are these clothes we need to change into?" Jack asked, trying to pull Daniel with him to hallway.

"Your base quarters, sir." Sam rose from her chair and helped Jack by grabbing hold of Daniel's right elbow and guiding him. "Yours are also in your room, Daniel. Janet and I though it would be easier to for everyone to change and meet outside the infirmary at 1500. Janet said she would be waiting for us."

Daniel stopped trying to halt his friends movements to get him out of his office at the mention of the petite doctor. "Right. Janet's waiting. Let's get going then." He flicked off the lights and started dragging his teammates to the elevators.

XXXXXXX

The walk to Daniel's on-based quarters was short, punctuated by Sam and Jack's comments on the merits of fishing in a lake without any fish. Daniel was finding it difficult to follow along; his focus instead on the comment Jack had let slip about cake. Why would there be cake in the infirmary, Janet's birthday isn't for another month. Janet. Daniel's thoughts of late had eventually wound up centered in one place – the beautiful and dynamic CMO who could make two star General's twice her size quiver. He smiled to himself, wondering if there really was any better way to spend an afternoon then helping Janet lift a few boxes and move equipment around. What was it Jack had said about blue eyes . . .

"Daniel? Are you going in or are you just going to stand there grinning like a loon?" Jack's voice interrupted his thoughts, causing a faint blush to rise over his face.

"Um, yeah, right. So, I'll meet you guys outside the infirmary in about 10 minutes?" Daniel asked, trying to distract Sam, who by the look on her face had obviously noticed the slight flush to his skin.

"Sure, Daniel. And remember – you have to get changed into the clothes we chose for you. You're going to need them." Sam reminded.

"Right. See you in 10.' Still slightly distracted, Daniel opened the door to his quarters and walked in.

As the door shut behind him, Jack turned to Sam. "He has no idea, does he?"

Sam smiled "Nope. But he did come close after that cake comment of yours. Very smooth, sir."

Jack held up his hands in protest. "Hey, can I help it if I have a once track mind when it comes to desserts?"

Sam attempted to glare at her C.O. "Well, we had better get going – we still have to change and make it to the infirmary before Daniel does." She turned and started walking back towards the elevators.

"Yeah, Carter, one more question: what kind of cake did Fraiser get?" Jack jogged to catch up with her. "Carter!"