Chapter 3: Let the games begin … and end.

Disclaimer: *breaks down and runs off to her mental home*

Authors notes: happy, happy, joy, joy.... Oh and PLZ review!! I just can't get enough of the things.

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Jack stood facing Daniel (now that's not to say he's actually paying any attention to him). Jack felt a sharp stabbing pain in his shinbone; it was Daniel's hockey stick.

"Ow! What?!"

Jack looked back to earth, confused.

"Are you ready?"

Daniel asked. Jack looked blank.

"For?"

"The game."

"What game?"

"This game."

"Which is?"

"Hockey"

"Hockey?! What are we playing that for?"

"It was your idea."

"My idea?"

"Yes your idea."

"But why?"

"How should I know."

Sam who had grown tired of Jack and Daniel's pointless banter came over and smacked them both around the helmet simultaneously with her hockey stick.

"OWCH!!"

Came the simultaneous (hey I like the word … simultaneously) cries of Jack and Daniel.

"What the hell was that for!?"

"No reason."

Sam smiled and skated off again, leaving Daniel and Jack rubbing their helmets. Jack shrugged.

"Women eh?"

Daniel commented.

"Remind me to tell Jacob what his 'daughter',"

Jack told Daniel, accentuating the 'daughter' whilst glaring at Sam.

"Gets up to in her spare time."

As Jack finished his 'memo to self', Jacob came skating on the ice dressed in black and white stripes (traditional soccer wear …Well if you're the referee anyway). Jack saw Jacob's strange attire thinking nothing of it, other than noticing how the vertical stripes made him look taller.

"Hum."

'Memo to self: don't wear stripes unless suddenly shrink 5 inches.'

"Jack, Daniel."

"Aye."

Daniel gave him the thumbs up while Jack greeted him by raising his middle finger, Jacob copied this gesture. Daniel blinked and looked around to see if anyone else had just seen the dose of insubordination Jack had handed the former General. He turned and saw every other (military) member of the SGC do the same thing and all the Civilians with the same mixture of shock and pure puzzlement. Daniel didn't know, he had spent years studying the many civilisations of earth, but he had never come across a bunch of people who said the word KISS and meant 'Keep It Simple Stupid'. Danny Boy shrugged and turned back to face Jack and Jacob who were having a nice little conversation about cheese? (Some people find its … texture fascinating... So I'm told, not that I ... Have a thing for cheese 'ahem'.)

"You guys ready?"

"For?"

"Jack!"

Daniel smacked him 'round the head once more.

"Don't start."

Jack blinked, quite clearly in shock of being whacked around the head soooo many times in one day.

"Me? Start? Start what? Daniel I wasn't starting anything, nuh uh. Not me no way, no h…."

Cue the whack from Daniel again, Jack began rubbing the back of his helmet, looking at Jacob as if he were a teacher in charge of a class that was 'running a mock', his eyes asking 'did … did you just see that … ? He hit me he did, Did you see Jacob Sir, did you?'. Jacob smiled at the two of them, turning and focusing … (he'd, well they'd all had something ('s) to drink.) on General Hammond, in the end he ended up mouthing the words 'Pathetic' to the goal post … well I guess one could have mistaken the General for a goal post … If one was loaded up with a pint of Vodka anyway.
Jack wasn't happy he crossed his arms, casually pretending one elbow slipped and dug Daniel very sharply in the ribcage.

"Wow, Daniel, man I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I bet you are."

Daniel said through gritted teeth, clutching his side.

"GUYS!?"

"WHAT …."

"For crying out loud?"

Jack and Daniel's outburst, ended with Jack's usual catch phrase.

"Are you ready to play?"

"Oh I dunno Jacob better ask Daniel, I'm mean he's hurting pretty bad."

Jack said sweetly, yet with a certain air of sarcasm.

"Bite me Jack."

Retorted Daniel.

"When and where?"

Jack asked wiggling his eyebrows. Daniel narrowed his eyes, Jack laughed on the inside and continued to carry on the joke, putting his arm around Daniel shoulders and began gently rubbing Daniel's side, putting on these sympathetic eyes and gentle soothing voice.

"You know I didn't really mean to hurt you Daniel."

Jack said innocently and blinked, very sweetly smiling. Daniel quickly pulled away from Jack's reach and stayed away for the rest of the game, which made it … somewhat interesting. (Well you have your own imaginations to figure out what actually happened.)

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"We won, we won, we won, we won, we won, we won."

(Sing to that tune they sing after football matches … usually goes something like '3-1, 3-1, 3-1, 3-1' … you know the one I mean? Well good for you, if u don't I'll leave you to your own demise as to how the song goes … oh that and who actually won the game.)


How'd u like it … well mores on it's way anyways …

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