You Want Him To WHAT?

by Aria Rayn

Lil' drabble to celebrate my return from Stargate exile : Longest 40 days I've ever experienced! Twice! Next year, I'll probably go for chocolate.

You Want Him to WHAT?

"You want me to WHAT?" yelped Jack.

"Jack, it's only for forty days…" Daniel tried to say comfortingly.

"NO! No no no no NO!"

"Sir, you might find it, well, enlightening," suggested Carter.

"Enlightening?"

"Have you not followed the standard Tau'ri ritual before, O'Neill?" asked Teal'c.

"Um, no!" Jack said stubbornly. "Let me make this ABSOLUTELY clear to ALL of you! I am

NOT

NOT

NOT

NOT

NOT

giving up my most favorite T.V. show for a month and a half."

"Actually, it's a month and a week, Jack," Daniel corrected.

"Oh, and that makes it a LOT better!" Jack said satirically.

"I am refraining from partaking in the enjoyment of scrumptious inadvisably unhealthy foods, O'Neill," offered Teal'c.

"T – one, it's called 'junk food'. And two, what part of NO do you people NOT UNDERSTAND?"

The three team members of SG-1 shared a look and shook their heads. It was scientifically impossible. You could not get Colonel O'Neill to sacrifice the Simpsons for Lent if you offered him lordship of the galaxy and beyond. It was no use.