Title: JD Dabbles

Author: JayBee-Bug (jaybee_bug@yahoo.com)

Summary: Random Jack/Daniel scenes I wrote last year. At the time, I thought they were funny, and maybe you'll think so too. Possible slash undertones.

A/N: Mara Greengrass has several 'drabbles' posted and I credit her with the idea of drabbles. Her work is excellent, by the way. ;o)

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The second he opened the door, the dull murmur of music he had heard from the driveway turned into a roaring tidal wave, the force nearly physically pushing him back. It took him a moment to recover, and when he did, it took him much longer to register that the man dancing around like a lunatic in his underwear and waving his chop-sticks doing air-drumming, hollering along with the music in his off-key baritone, was actually Jack. It didn't take Jack quite so long to respond, though, and by the time Daniel had come to his senses, Jack had tripped over the couch cushions and make a flying leap to his speaker-system, smacking the off-switch.

"Daniel!" he yelled, for apparently no reason. Well, Daniel was sure he had his reasons, it's just he rarely cared to let him in on them.

"Jack!" he shot back automatically in defense. After that, Jack just stared at him expectantly, a chop-stick still dangling from his left hand.

"Can I help you?" he asked, placing heavy emphasis on the sentence. Daniel perked up as he remembered,

"Oh! Um, sorry. I was just-- I wasn't sure if you'd be here, I was dropping by on my way home . . . wanted to go over something with you before tomorrow's meeting . . . ah. Maybe I should-- I'll come back later," he rambled, backing up and closing the door.

"Daniel," he repeated, except with a completely separate emphasis this time, making it more amicable. Daniel paused in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"I got some Chinese food. You had dinner yet?"

The younger man puckered his lips out in thought, familiar wrinkles appearing on his brow.

"No. . ." he admitted bluntly, too distracted to come up with a valid excuse.

Jack smirked.

"Thought so. It's nine o' clock, for Pete's sake, Danny. What is it you scientists operate on? Caffeine?"

"Um . . . that and those sugar doughnuts they bring in the morning," Daniel admitted again, not understanding how he ended up being lectured on not eating dinner by a man who had been dancing around in his living room. In his underwear.

"Why don't you come in and shut the door then before the neighbors see me like this and I'll feed you," Jack suggested in his most diplomatic tone. A rare thing to hear from Jack, indeed. Dazed, Daniel agreed.

"Oh. Ok . . ."

He stepped inside and shut the door. Jack nodded towards the kitchen.

"Food's in there. I've got some drinks in the garage."

He stuck the chop-stick into the pencil-cup sitting on his speaker and added,

"Why don't you let me slip into something . . ." He glanced down at himself,

". . . more."

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