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Daniel's Secret
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. Groan
A hand shot out of the heavy down comforter, hitting the alarm, knocking it to the ground. The blanket starts to move. After a few minutes of slow wiggling, Daniel Jackson tosses the bedding away from himself. Getting up, he moves sluggishly into the kitchen to get his morning coffee.
Coffee cup firmly in hand, he walks out the front door to retrieve the paper.
/Wow, it is beautiful today. To bad I have to head to work. Being underground on such a day is going to be torture. Hmmmmm…maybe I should ride my motorcycle into work today/
He grinned evilly when he imagined the faces of everyone at work, especially Jack and the team, when they saw him on his bike. Nobody knew about it.
He had been just 6-years-old when he got his first dirt bike. He had wanted one since four, and his parents finally got him one for his birthday. He became really good at it, even to the point of racing his foster brothers, and winning nearly every time.
At fourteen, he wanted to upgrade to a motorcycle. He did odd jobs whenever he could find them, until he had enough money. He went to the local junk yard, and found a piece-of-junk bike that was on it last legs. He used what was left of the money to fix it up. When he was done, it looked like new. He got his license at 15, and always had a bike, up until he voiced his theories, on the pyramids being older than original thought, in LA that got him laughed out of academia.
Once he joined the SGC, he never had time to get a bike, let alone ride it. Therefore, no one knew he could ride.
After he descended, he finally got around to getting himself a new bike. It was after the Osiris mess that he again went to the local junk yard, and like with his first bike, found a junk heap and fixed it up. When done, it looked great. Chrome body, blue fire painted on it, and black leather seats.
He took every opportunity he could to use it, but up until now he never rode it to work. He figured it was time for a change.
Heading for the bedroom, he dropped his pajama bottoms and t-shirt on the bed. He took a quick, hot shower. He then found some long, snug jeans, white t-shirt, and his leather motorcycle boots. Clean, dressed, and awake, he sat down to breakfast and read his newspaper.
RING, RING.
/Who could that be/ He wonders as he reaches for the phone on the kitchen counter.
"Hello?"
Hey Danny, it's Jack.
"Oh, hey Jack. What's up?"
I actually have a big favor to ask of you.
"Oh?" he asked suspiciously.
Yeah. Here's the thing, my truck won't start, and I was wondering if I could get a ride to work, if you don't mind.
"Ummm…that wouldn't be such a good idea, but I'll be over there in half an hour. Have your motorcycle ready to go, and we will head over to the base together."
Uh…why?
"It will make sense when I get there."
Okay. I'll see you in a half an hour then.
"Yep."
Bye.
"Bye."
Daniel hung up. He quickly finished his breakfast at that point, and grabbed his helmet, leather jacket, and leather riding gloves, and headed into his garage. After opening the garage door, he quickly uncovered his motorcycle, and tossed the cover onto the work bench. He walked the bike out of the garage, closed the door and took off down the road.
/I wonder what he is up to/ thought Jack as he hung up the phone. /Oh well, I guess I will find out soon./
He quickly got his motorcycle out of the garage, and left it in the driveway. He went into his house. He grabbed his helmet, jacket and gloves out of his hall closet. He grabbed his keys, walked out the door and locked it. He sat down on his porch to wait for Daniel to arrive.
Fifteen minutes later, he heard the distant sounds of a motorcycle engine. He smiled slightly, thinking about the coincidence. His smile faded when he realized it sounded like it was coming closer. It was then that a rider on a blue bike came roaring around the curb to slow to a stop in front of his house.
/Who in the…/ his jaw drops once the rider takes his helmet off. /Daniel? Holy Shit/
Daniel chuckles. "I like your impression of a suffocated fish, Jack."
"You can ride?" Jack asked stunned to near speechlessness.
"Yeah. What's your point?" Daniel quipped.
"I…how…when…" he stumbled out.
"I learned to ride when I was six."
"SIX?"
"Long story. Tell you later."
"Is that yours?"
"Yep. Fixed it up myself."
"Wow."
"Okay. That's enough talk for now. If we don't leave now, we will be late for work."
"Okay then. Let's ride," Jack says, happily. They started their bikes and rode off.
Arriving at the base's first security gate, the two riders stop. When the guards—evidently newbies—point their guns at them, they realize how they must look.
"This is a secure military base, and we must ask you to leave or be forcibly removed," one of the guards barks.
The riders share a glance and turn back to the men holding the weapons. You can just hear one of them chuckling. He pulls off his helmet and smirks.
The other is silent for a moment before he pulls off his helmet and barks, "Airmen, if you don't lower you weapons right this instant, you will be cleaning EVERY DAMN TOILET ON THE ENTIRE BASE. WITH A KIDDEE TOOTHBRUSH! Do I make myself clear?"
The men stare at them confused, without lowering their weapons.
The older man gives them all a scathing look that would have made most men screaming for their mommies. "Since it is apparent that you are new and you haven't the foggiest who we are, I will clarify things for you. I am Major General Jack O'Neill, commanding officer of the command stationed below NORAD, and this is Doctor Daniel Jackson, senior civilian of that same command. For security's sake, here are our IDs." They hand them over to be checked.
"SIR!" They all salute smartly. "We are so sorry, sir. We had no idea, sir. Won't happen again, sir." They hand the IDs back.
"Yes. See that it doesn't." Daniel and Jack replaced their helmets, started their engines once again and took off.
"Let me off at my level," Daniel requests as Jack pushes the button on the elevator.
"Why, aren't you going to get changed?" Jack asked, confused.
"Yes, but I want to drop my helmet off first."
"Oh. Okay."
The elevator stops and Daniel steps out. "See ya later, Jack."
"See ya." The elevator closes.
Daniel walks down the hall, little knowing what was in store for him around the corner—literally.
