Chapter Twenty-five
Jack and Daniel got off the elevator on the office level.
"I need to get some stuff from my office," said Daniel, "and the post master is getting annoyed that I haven't been down to pick-up my mail since January."
"January, Daniel it's almost March!" Jack cried. "I thought they sent everything to your office."
"The only stuff that goes through the post office is the hard copies of memos and reports that also I get through my e-mail and as well any private inter-office mail. Anyway, anyone who has something for me usually just e-mails me, calls me or they drop it off by hand in my in-box. I keep forgetting to go down and check my box, because I get so busy especially recently when I've been in and out of the infirmary."
"Okay, we'll stop at the post office, but the only thing you can take from your office is you coat."
"Jack…"
"No, Daniel you can't take any work because you can't use your hands."
"Fine." said Daniel scowling.
Jack stood at the door to the post office and stared. Daniel stared too completely shocked.
"This all for me?" he asked, looking down at the two large boxes of mail.
"That's right, Dr. Jackson. Just sign here." Postmaster Pat offered Daniel a clipboard and a pen. Jack accepted it.
"I'll sign; he can't use his hands right now."
"Yes sir, will you need any help carrying this stuff out?"
"If it's only these two boxes, I can handle it." Jack looked at the two bags full to bursting with Daniel's mail, or more precisely, Daniel's Valentines.
Later at Jack's house the two men popped open a few beers and much to Daniel's chagrin began to go through Daniel's mail.
Jack sipped his beer and opened another red envelope.
"This one is from Nurse Jones. She says she'd love to see you in a less than professional capacity." Jack grinned and lay the card on the pile next to him. "From the looks of this lot you've got cards from every woman on base and then some." Daniel flushed. "That's the doorbell; it must be Carter and Teal'c with the pizza."
"Great," said Daniel, "I'm starved." he went to stand up.
"No, you stay there. Bask in the glow from your adoring fans." Daniel glared at him, but Jack just laughed and went to the door. "Hey, Sam, come in. We're just going through Daniel's fan mail.
"Oh, Wow." said Sam when she saw the mass of red in Jack's living room.
"Was it not Valentines day some weeks ago, Daniel Jackson?" asked Teal'c.
"Yeah, it was but I've been so tied up lately I forgot to check my box since before I broke my clavicle."
"Looks like you've got quite a fan club." said Sam. She sat down next to Daniel on the floor. "You need some help opening them?"
"If you like, Jack seems to think it's hilarious."
"Yeah," said Jack, as he laid out the paper plates and napkins for the pizza on the coffee table. "We've already heard from half the nursing staff and a couple of your research assistants." Sam looked up sharply.
"Which of my assistants?" she asked taking a beer from Jack.
"Err, Cohen, and Jacobs." said Daniel sucking his own beer through a straw.
"I'll kill 'em." said Sam, he eyes flashing.
Jack laughed. "Which on is yours then Carter?" he asked.
"I gave Daniel a card while he was in the infirmary." said Sam absently digging through the piles of cards. "Daniel gave me a whole bunch of Origami flowers." She opened one to the cards and read it. "I can't believe they have the guts to sign these things! This is from Sgt. Jessup she has some very interesting ideas about whipped cream." Jack laughed his head off, Teal'c raised and eyebrow and Daniel flashed beet-red.
Okay, had a little fun with this one. Daniel and his fans is just too tempting not to include. Though I have no idea if the SGC has a separate mail room, or anything aproximating one, but it makes sense, at least to me, that they would even if it is largely redundant due to computers.
This may be the last chapter I post in the next week or so, I'm going Grad school hunting in DC and I may not have access to post. If I have time tommorrow I'll post one more but no promises.
Later, Cynic.