Title: Level Seventeen
Author: Xans
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG, for innuendo
Genres: fluff, humour
Archive: here, and lj
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Warnings: slash, innuendo, and that's about it
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are borrowed shamelessly from the creator(s) with no intent to make profit—unless comments are now profit—or to claim as my own creations. In simpler terms: so not mine, however much I adore 'em.
Summary: There's a meme on livejournal wherein one attempts writing a drabble-ish length piece based on a user icon. I ended up writing one that is Jack/Daniel, which I totally did not see ever happening. This is set some time recently after "Window of Opportunity" but doesn't mention anything specific.
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"Excuse me, General, I need to borrow Colonel O'Neill just now. See, SG-9 found a series of tablets in what appears to be Ancient, and I think he can help speed the translation process--"
"No. Sir, no."
"Please, Jack, I think it's about a cache of Ancient weapons, and we could really use your help."
"Sir--"
"Weapons? Very well. Dismissed, Colonel."
"Come on, Jack"
"Daniel, you don't want me to help translate. I had enough of that for the last who-knows-how-many months."
"You're right, I don't want you to translate. I just said that so the General would let you go."
"You lied to the General?"
"Only about having you translate, although SG-9 really did find some tablets in Ancient if you really want to..."
"Where are we going then?"
"..."
"Daniel?"
"Shh!"
"Dan--mmph."
"Level seventeen, Jack."
"Lev-- Oh. Oh! I like the way you think, Dr. Jackson."