The Convention
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Jack, proudly sporting a shirt of Homer Simpson drinking a beer that he always wanted to wear but never had the opportunity, walked through the lobby of the hotel with a grin plastered on his face. Daniel was beside him, looking completely bored already. "Hey, you booked the hotel Danny." Jack reminded him.
"Don't remind me." Daniel looked at his shirt and frowned. "Did you buy that this morning or something?"
"Nope."
"Last night?"
"Nope."
"You packed it?"
"Yep."
Daniel rubbed his temples. "Why did you bring a Simpson's shirt when you had no idea about the convention?"
"I always pack this shirt." Jack answered him. He headed off towards the tables of venders that were set up.
"Why do you always pack the shirt?"
"Preparation Danny."
"Preparation?" Daniel was completely confused. Where was Sam? She could decipher Jackanese better than anyone. Actually she could decipher Danielese and Teal'cese better than anyone. And Janetese. Daniel started to ponder how many languages Sam knew, if you could count understanding what everyone was saying as a language. Did she know more than Daniel himself?
"Daniel?" Jack asked, noticing that Daniel hadn't heard a word he said.
"Sorry Jack." Daniel looked at the Homer figurine Jack was holding. "Where're Sam and Teal'c?"
Jack waved in the general direction of where they were. Daniel sighed. Sam was talking with Hank Azaria, and Teal'c was conversing with a clown. The sign above his head read "Krusty's Playhouse." Wasn't there something in the Simpson's realm that would interest him?
"Daniel, if you bored, why don't you go check out the Comic Book Guy's stand." Jack suggested.
"I'm not into comic books Jack."
Jack fixed him with a stern look. "Then go bother Carter. I can't shop with you constantly sighing."
Daniel frowned. "I think I'll go for a swim."
"You do that. We'll meet you in two hours at the room for lunch." Jack checked his watch. "No, make that 2 and a half hours. I want to see the sketch of the 'Itchy and Scratchy' show."
Daniel nodded, then headed back to the room to change. As he entered the pool he found it completely empty, but that didn't surprise him any. At least he'd get some time to himself.
Back at the convention Sam was still talking with Hank. "I always thought Phoebe should have picked David."
"Thanks." Hank smiled at her, while signing an autograph. He looked up and asked, "Would you have chosen David over Mike?"
"Are you kidding? The scientist over the normal guy?" Sam laughed. When Hank went back to signing autographs she looked around the room, deciding that she should see what the rest of her team was up to. She spotted Teal'c first and smiled when she saw him talking to a clown. Her eyes wandered further through the crowd and she barely contained a laugh when she saw Jack in front of a TV playing a game. "Excuse me Hank."
He watched her leave and smiled. Not a couple. HA!
"Having fun Sir?"
"Carter, I am kicking this guy's ass!" He didn't even look up at her as he guided his character, Bart, through what looked like a warehouse. "It's Krusty's Super Funhouse. He's letting me try it out before I buy it." He told her, apparently talking about the booth owner.
"Ok." She watched him for a while before getting bored. "Where's Daniel?"
"Swimming. I think." Jack paused the game and looked at his watch. "Crap! The show is about to start!" He quickly pulled out a twenty and handed it to the guy, then took the game and stuffed it in his pocket. Cargo pants rocked! "Where's Teal'c?"
"Talking to Krusty."
Jack led her to the Jaffa and clown. "Come on T, uh, Murray. We have a show to watch." Teal'c told the clown good-bye, then followed Jack to a small stage set-up in a far corner.
"Should we not get Daniel Jackson?"
"Nah. He wouldn't enjoy this." Jack sighed as he realized they'd have to have back row seats. It wouldn't be fair to the kids to have to a huge Jaffa blocking their view. They settled down just in time for the show to start.
"What is this Sir?" Sam whispered.
"The 'Itchy and Scratchy Show'." Jack beamed.
Sam looked at the cat and mouse that walked on stage and raised her eyebrows. The cat was carrying a bomb, though it appeared to be fake, and the mouse had huge plastic scissors in his hand. What were they teaching these kids?
A/N: Yeah, its short, sorry. Hopefully I'll have more time this week for this one. And my others. Thanks for the reviews and sticky with me here!
