Purgatory
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Very Slight MacGyver Crossover.
Rated: PG
Category: Daniel/Jack Friendship, Humor.
Season: Any, Jack Is A Colonel.
Spoilers: None For SG-1, But It's Helpful To Have Seen The MacGyver Episode 'Cleo Rocks'. (All you need to know is that it features a very, very bad musical set in ancient Egypt.)
Summary: Jack Tricks Daniel Well And Good.
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"Oh, come on, Daniel," groused Jack.
"I said no, Jack."
"But I thought this would be right up your alley."
"You did. What does that say about me?"
"Um… that you're a sophisticated guy?"
Daniel's eyebrows hit his hairline. "Sophisticated?"
Jack sighed in frustration. "Alright. Fine. It says you're a geek. Happy now?"
"No."
"Daniel?"
"Yes?"
"It's about Egypt."
"I'm sure it's not even close to accurate, Jack."
"So what? It'll be fun."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Alright, fine. Have it your way, then. I'll go see what Teal'c's up to." Jack turned to leave. Daniel rolled his eyes. He knew he'd regret this, but he really wasn't up to hearing about how Jack and Teal'c had had such a great time without him and how if he'd only been there he'd know about the 'great ketchup incident' or some other rot that the two of them would use to rub his face in the fact that he'd declined Jack's invite. Daniel sighed.
"Jack?" he called.
The Colonel turned back to his friend.
"Yeah?"
"I'll go."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. It's fine."
Jack grinned. "Great. I'll pick you up at six."
Daniel waved one hand at his friend. "Whatever."
Jack left, and Daniel sighed again. A musical? With Jack?
This was so not going to be fun.
XXX
Four hours later, Daniel followed Jack into a crowded theater.
They were running late, and the house lights were already down, but they managed to find their seats just before the curtain rose. As the first notes of the production filled the auditorium, Daniel whispered in Jack's ear.
"What did you say this show was called again?"
"Cleo Rocks," answered Jack.
Daniel's mouth fell open and he groaned. A second later, one hand glued itself to his face and he slid down in his chair as far as humanly possible. He might have run for the exits if he could've done so without attracting attention to himself.
Jack grinned at Daniel's response. "Oh, so you've heard of it."
Daniel didn't speak. He merely glared daggers at Jack through his fingers.
Jack's grin grew and took on a positively wicked edge.
"I hate you," murmured Daniel.
Jack shrugged. "I couldn't resist. Sorry."
"No, you're not."
A voice from behind Jack and Daniel intruded on their conversation. "Would you please be quiet?"
Both men fell silent as the show started in earnest.
Daniel's hand didn't move from this face until it was over. He didn't even try to escape during the intermissions.
He just took his punishment like a good soldier. He sat through two hours of purgatory without moving a muscle.
He never even let on how infuriating Jack's unchanging, smug smile was.
And by the third act, he was concealing a grin of his own.
After all, the ice capades were coming to town next month.
And everyone knows that revenge is best served cold.