Author: Amberfly

Title: Challenge- This is the military; we always have more than we need.
Words: 500

Category: General

Warnings: None

Feedback: Yes, please.

For the Stargate Drabble List.

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Sitting in his office, a slow growing smile tugged at Jack O'Neill's lips. Yesterday, Daniel had lost his almost un-losable cool, and it was all over a packet of Java Mocha Supreme, and a half eaten Snicker bar.

Daniel liked his coffee, no secret there, and he wasn't happy with anything but the best. Jack on the other hand was a soldier, and had learned long ago to take what you got and can the bitching and moaning.

He'd endured the standard military, S-O-S; shit on a shingle food for years, and modern day MRE's didn't faze him. Actually, he admitted to an incredulous Daniel, he found the beef ones kinda tasty. Add a slab of Lemon pound cake, and a cup of Joe, and O'Neill was a happy camper.

Not so Daniel. He loathed the food, spat out the cake, and bitched about the coffee.

Very unmilitary.

The mission to P3X-878 tested Danny's resolve and taste buds to the limit. Firstly, the MRE's were a mixture of chicken and corn, and he detested them. He rolled his eyes at the lemon based cake, and to his chagrin, he'd discovered he'd left the extra supply of Snicker bars and coffee on his desk. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered him, but they had been forced to stay on planet dreary for two days longer than originally planned. That meant his rations were the standard, no extra must have… yummy treats.

Jack however, had been well equipped. His extra stash of candy was carefully tucked away, next to his extra pack of coffee. He hadn't burst into the gate room with minutes to spare. Jack O'Neill was always prepared.

Munching the candy quietly, Jack chose to ignore Danny's sour mumblings.

Finally, after one hurrumph too many, Jack narrowed his eyes as his look froze icicles.

"Excuse me, Doctor Jackson? Is that snippiness I hear?"

"Is that even a word, Jack? Okay, you win; I'm sorry I was late and slightly disorganized. Now, share the food!"

"Nope."

"What? Come on, Jack! Jeeze, will you just share the candy, I'm starving here."

"Nope."

Fixing Daniel with a level stare, Jack politely mentioned the pros and cons the importance of packing a kit carefully, adding, "So to an end, Daniel, a lesson. You snooze you lose."

Sitting by the camp fire that evening, Jack flicked the small packet of Java Mocha Supreme, dumped into his mug, and took a slow but satisfying sip. Smacking his lips together, while breaking his cake in half, he looked up in surprise, and met Daniel's flat, unfriendly stare.

"Jack, what are you doing?

"Drinking my coffee and eating my desert, hardly rocket science, Daniel."

"Excuse me, why the extra? I thought we'd only a certain amount allocated by the quartermaster!

"Ah, remember, Danny, this is the military; we always have more than we need."