Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate – though my roommate and I have discovered that she's very much like Jack, and I'm very much like Daniel!

This is just a one shot. Something I wrote way too late last night. I'll explain why at the end.

"Damn it!" Daniel exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. "Blocked again!"

"How long has he been working on that thing?" Jack asked as he stepped into the archeologist's lab.

"Since we got back from P3X-927," Sam answered, her gaze still fixed on Daniel.

Jack checked his watch. "That was five hours ago!"

"I've tried to help him, but he won't let me close enough to work on it."

"I thought we didn't find anything important there."

Daniel replied without looking up. "Jack, those people are an ancient derivative of Japanese culture. Their civilization is one of the oldest and most advanced in Earth's history. It stands to reason that they would have artifacts of great importance."

"Still… five hours. Bit on the side of overkill, don't you think?"

"I'm making progress. I can't stop now."

Jack shook his head. "Daniel, you've already gone through half the pages. Isn't that enough for today?"

"No, I have to finish this."

Teal'c walking in the lab, carrying a zat gun. Jack raised his eyebrows.

"I am concerned for Daniel Jackson, Colonel O'Neill. I thought perhaps I could 'shatter him out of it.'"

"That's 'snap him out of it,' Teal'c. And there may be other… less painful ways to do that." He slowly approached Daniel, looking over his shoulder as he worked. "Just looks like a bunch of numbers to me," he told his friend.

"Yes, but they are very complex strings of them. It's so vast… I mean, the possibilities…" The longer he worked, the less he was making sense.

"Daniel, stop. That's an order."

"No," he replied, unflinchingly.

"Oh, fer cryin' out loud." Walking back over to Teal'c, Jack grabbed the zat gun, took careful aim, and shot the archeologist. Daniel fell to the floor – his pen still gripped tightly in his hand. Sam ran over to him, waited until he stopped twitching, then turned back to her CO.

"Was that really necessary, Colonel?"

"What?" Jack was unapologetic. "You think I should've let him keep going with this?"

"It's just a game, sir. At least, that's what the natives told us."

Daniel groaned.

"Game, my ass. It's addicting. And I, for one, haven't forgotten what Daniel was like when he got hooked on that sarcophagus." He reached over and grabbed the papers on the archeologist's desk. "This is one thing that the public should never get their hands on."

Jack turned on his heel and thrust the zat gun at Teal'c before walking out the door. The stoic Jaffa followed, his frown deepening.

Daniel sat up abruptly, wincing. Sam helped him back to his seat, carefully prying the pen from his stiff fingers.

"Are you all right?"

"I think so," Daniel said, looking around his cluttered work space. "Where's…?"

"The Colonel took them. He thinks they're too dangerous." Daniel cradled his still-throbbing head.

"He's probably right."

"What did you say it was called again?" Sam asked, taking the seat next to her friend.

"The word the natives used doesn't have a direct translation, so I don't really know…"

"Well, what did they call it?"

Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose before shoving his glasses back in place.

"Sudoku."

Am I the only one who thinks Daniel would get hooked on Sudoku?! I usually do a few puzzles before I go to sleep, and I had a hard time stopping last night. That's what gave me the idea…

Hope you liked it!