Title: Midnight Madness
Author: dragonfly
Genre: Humor
Summary: Just some silliness!
Warning: It would help if you've seen the movie, "Labyrinth" to get this.
DISCLAIMER: All characters and property of Stargate SG-1 belong to MGM/UA, World Gekko Corp. and Double Secret Productions. This fan fiction was created solely for entertainment and no money was made from it. Also, no copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Any other characters, the storyline and the actual story are the property of the author. Any songs or quotes are also not mine. I'm just using their beauty for entertainment.
~*~SG1~*~
It had been a long night, and neither Colonel O'Neill nor Doctor Daniel Jackson could wait to get home. Stepping out of the mountain and into the cool summer air, the friends made their way to their vehicles in companionable silence.
Until, that is, Jack suddenly stopped in his tracks and studied his favorite archaeologist. "You remind me of the babe," he said matter-of-factly with a gentle point of his finger.
Daniel stopped, too, and raised his eyebrows in confusion. "What…babe?" he asked hesitantly.
Cocking his head to the side, Jack smiled. "The babe with the power."
"What power? Jack, what are you talking about?"
"The power of voo-doo."
"VOO-DOO?!" Daniel raised his voice incredulously.
"No, Daniel, who-doo," Jack emphasized.
"Who does what?"
"NO! …Jeez, Daniel. You just sucked the fun out of it," he exclaimed exasperated. Throwing his arms in the air, he headed for his truck.
"What?!" Watching him walk away, the linguist shook his head in utter confusion. "Jack! Wait!" he called, catching up with his commanding officer. "Have you lost your mind? What are you talking about?"
Jack stopped and opened his car door, never bothering to look up at his friend. "Who-doo, Daniel."
Coming up beside him, Daniel crossed his arms in front of his chest. "That's what I said. Who did what?"
"No, Daniel," Jack replied, getting into his truck and winding down the window. "Say, who-doo."
Daniel took a couple steps forward and pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to do what he said if he was ever going to get to the bottom of this. Taking a deep breath with his finger still resting on his nose, Daniel sighed. "Who-doo."
"You do."
"Jaaack!" he cried, annoyed, as he shrugged and whipped out his arms. "Do what?!"
Turning over the engine and shifting into gear, Colonel Jack O'Neill smirked. "Remind me of the babe."
And then he was gone, leaving Daniel in the dust of what he truly believed to be his insanity.
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"Whaaaat?!"