Jack and Daniel
Shortly after Daniel's return
Daniel slid onto the bar stool next to Jack.
"What took you so long?" Jack asked.
"I got a little turned around finding this place." Daniel admitted. "I still don't have a grasp on everything."
"What? Brain damage?"
"The sarcasm I remember. But like here, I don't have a clue what I used to drink."
"Nothing usual." Jack said.
"Some things just pop into my mind, usually while I'm doing something."
"I guess I can understand that, kinda like muscle memory."
"Is Samantha coming?" Daniel asked.
"Samantha?"
"Yeah?" Daniel said tentatively, and wondered if he had gotten her name wrong. "It's been nagging at me… on Vis Uban, I thought Samantha came on a bit strong, kind of emotional."
O'Neill's brow furrowed.
Daniel went on "Now, she denied it. But...did she and I have something going on...before?"
O'Neill narrowed his eyes at Daniel.
"Oh… am I infringing on your territory?" Daniel asked picking up on Jack's body language.
"She's not anyone's territory, Daniel. And you two were just good friends."
Trying to defuse a tense situation Daniel looked at the platter of Buffalo wings in front of Jack and asked "Do I like these?"
Dousing them with a liberal dose of Tabasco sauce O'Neill said "They're your favorite." He waved Daniel off when he was about to dip it into the blue cheese dressing. He signaled the bartender "Two beers."
Just as Daniel popped the wing in his mouth he had a flash of memory of him telling Jack that he cared for Sam and Jack's fist aimed directly at his face.
Daniel's mouth was on fire as he attempted to swallow. As soon as the bartender put the beer down Daniel picked up the drink and downed it.
When Daniel could talk again he said "I just remembered something else, you can be a real son of a bitch."
One side of Jack's mouth lifted in a grim smile.