Hello! I hope you enjoy this story about Jack and Sam. I have about 3 chapters planned. I hope you like it!
"C'mon, Daniel, you gotta help me with this!"
"Jack…"
"You're all sensitive and mushy and stuff, you should be great at this kind of thing!"
"Jee, thanks, Jack. I'm so flattered," said Daniel, rolling his eyes, feet propped up on his desk. Not that there was much room for them with all the stacks of ancient texts and relics that littered his entire office.
"I'm serious, Daniel," said Jack, stopping his pacing to look at Daniel, nearly tripping on an inscribed stone block. "I don't know what to do!"
"I really don't see what's so hard about all this."
"Oh really?" said Jack, crossing his arms. "And what would you say?"
Daniel sighed, exasperated. "I dunno, something like, 'Hey Sam, guess what? At 4:00 today I'm officially retiring from the Air Force. Let's have dinner!'"
"For crying out loud, Daniel, it's not that easy," said the soon-to-be former general, resuming his pacing around Daniel's cluttered lab, taking more care to avoid piles of books and random artifacts.
Daniel rubbed his forehead. "And why not?"
"Because this is a big deal!" exclaimed Jack, looming over the table at his friend. "Carter and I have waited, like, years for this day! Years! I don't think you appreciate just how huge this is. You can't just say something like this!"
"Well if you can't say it, how are you going to tell her?"
"Exactly!"
"Jack!"
Fortunately for Daniel's sanity, Teal'c entered the lab. "I heard your raised voices from down the hall. What is the nature of you problem, O'Neill?"
"Jack's retiring, and he doesn't know how to tell Sam."
"My congratulations, O'Neill. But, unless I am unaware of some Earth custom preventing conversation in such situations, would one not simply inform Colonel Carter of your decision directly? You have been seeing each other since her tenure at Area 51, correct?"
"You're right, we have, but it's not that easy, T," he sighed, flopping down on a stool and picking up a rock on Daniel's desk. "This has to be special, memorable." He started juggling some artifacts on Daniel's desk, only to have a paper wad thrown at him by an irate archeologist.
Teal'c pondered for a moment. "O'Neill, do you not remember when you and I were trapped in the time loop created by the time-traveling device of the Ancients?"
"Yeah, it sucked!"
Teal'c raised an eyebrow. "If you recall, O'Neill, you did make your feelings for Colonel Carter plain at the end of one time loop."
"Wait, what?" exclaimed Daniel, who had gotten distracted replacing all of the artifacts Jack had been messing with. "What did you do?"
Teal'c ignored him. "Would not a similar tactic be appropriate for this situation?"
Jack looked up and slowly grinned, an idea forming. Then, he abruptly leaped up, grabbing his friend by the shoulders. "Teal'c, you're a genius!" He rushed to the door, throwing on his jacket. "Is Carter working at 16:00 today? Nevermind, I'll talk to Landry. Be in the control room at 4! This is gonna be great!" he crowed, flying out of the room.
"Jack, wait!" called Daniel, "Are you sure you want to do this?" But it was too late. "Whatever 'this' is," huffed Daniel. He looked at Teal'c. "I don't suppose you want to tell me?"
"Do you think I would have suggested it had I not thought it appropriate, Daniel Jackson?"
"I trust you, I just don't know about Jack." He sighed. "Well, whatever it is, it'll be something else!"
Teal'c smiled, "Indeed." He left Daniel alone.
"So that explains the weird look he was giving her over his oatmeal…"
Next time: gossip