:Disclaimer: I need coffee before I go to court... so sue me.
:Notes: LONGER! MWAHAHA! Another written in Math class. The whole post-bar thing and the sneezing's just for Megs. ;)
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Sam handed Daniel a mug. His eyes lit up. "Coffee?" she nodded. He jumped up, hugged her, and chugged it. "You're a lifesaver, Sam." "'Welcome." He held out his mug. "More!"
"You sure? That'd make... four..."
"MORE!"
"Okay. Just don't bite my head off."
"But it's good!"
"Doesn't matter."
"Aww..."
A knock on the door revealed Jack standing in the doorway. "Hey Kiddies!"
"Morning Sir."
"O'Neill."
"Hey, Jack-o!" Daniel bounced on his stool."
"I take it you found the life-force?"
Daniel giggled insanely and sneezed.
"I'll take that as a yes. Ooh, um... Frasier's looking for you."
"Okidokie. It's a lot better than YOUR cr#p excuse for coffee, Jack." he stared at Sam, bouncing slightly in his chair. "One
more cup..." he gulped down a fifth mug, shook his head vigorously, and laughed. "FREEDOM!" he ran out the door to the infirmary. Jack, Sam, and Teal'c followed in suit.
"Carter?" Jack requested.
"Yes, sir?"
"Small warning: Never, ever give Daniel more than two cups."
"Point taken, sir."
"Good."
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Janet heard a loud 'thump' and ran to her office door, seeing Daniel sitting on the ground, rubbing his face. "I think I broke my noses?"
"You only have one nose."
"YOU might only have one..."
"Daniel, are you stoned?"
"Will you take coffee as an excuse?"
"Oh, lord. Not again."
"Leave your door open next time."
Jack, Sam, and Teal'c stopped at the door. The two humans were panting, Teal'c just stood there, like he normally does... all day long... what a boring life he must have...
Janet looked at Daniel. "Sit."
"I am."
"On a chair."
"But--"
"Daniel?" she implied, tapping her foot.
"Yes ma'am..." he muttered quietly, crawling into a chair. He sneezed, causing Jack to roll his eyes.
"You three can stay or go." They didn't move. "Alright. Now..." she looked back at Daniel. "Hammond's informed me of your door dilemma this morning."
"Oops."
Jack muttered, "which one?" Janet glared. "Sorry, Ma'am."
"As I was saying, before I was so RUDELY interrupted," she glared once more at the colonel. "Hammond told me what happened. What did I tell you about coffee, Doctor Jackson?" Daniel muttered something and looked at the wall like he was ashamed. "Hmm?"
"No more than two cups...?"
"That's right."
"But..."
"No buts, doctor's orders."
The dreaded DO. "Shucks."
"That's right."
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A few hours later, everyone was hanging out in Sam's lab once again, Sam being pissed at the minimal amount of work she was doing because of it, and Jack was making another 'Important' airplane.
"Jaaack, Saaam. I've got a request for you two."
"Yeah?"
"Let's goooo. Get a drink."
"Now?"
"Now."
"NOW?!"
"Now!"
Sam and Jack looked at each other and nodded. "Teal'c say yes?"
"I did in fact decline, MajorCarter."
"Okidoke." Sam, Jack, and Daniel grabbed their coats and ran off.
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Another while later, the three were sitting at a table, drinking beer when an oaf of a biker came over and loomed over
Daniel.
Daniel pushed his glasses up his nose. "Can I help you?"
"Out of my chair."
"I THINK I'm sitting in it."
"Out."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
The oaf picked Daniel up by the front of his shirt, staring at him. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Idiot."
Jack stood up and poked the oaf. "'Scuse me?"
"Yeah?"
Raising his fist, Jack socked one in the guy's mouth. He dropped Daniel on the floor with a nasty-sounding crunch. Daniel's eyes closed as his head hit the floor.
"Oh shit." Jack moaned. "Sam, get in the car."
Sam poked him. "Sir?" she pointed at the guy just starting to stand up. Jack knocked him back on the floor.
"Sam, go call 911 or something."
"Yes, sir." she ran to the bartender, who'd been watching the whole thing in awe, his eyes still open, his mouth gawking. "Excuse me?" the bartender turned to Sam, face still the same. "EXCUSE ME?!" he blinked. She slapped him. "HELLO?! PHONE?!"
"Oh, yeah. Okay. Here." A stunned hand timidly pushed the phone in her direction.
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"The doctor says you broke your ankle and you've got a minor concussion."
"From being dropped on the frigging FLOOR?!"
"Yup."
"Shit."
"My sentiments exactly. Since you've been in here for three days, they said you can go home today..."
"Finalement."
:Notes: LONGER! MWAHAHA! Another written in Math class. The whole post-bar thing and the sneezing's just for Megs. ;)
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Sam handed Daniel a mug. His eyes lit up. "Coffee?" she nodded. He jumped up, hugged her, and chugged it. "You're a lifesaver, Sam." "'Welcome." He held out his mug. "More!"
"You sure? That'd make... four..."
"MORE!"
"Okay. Just don't bite my head off."
"But it's good!"
"Doesn't matter."
"Aww..."
A knock on the door revealed Jack standing in the doorway. "Hey Kiddies!"
"Morning Sir."
"O'Neill."
"Hey, Jack-o!" Daniel bounced on his stool."
"I take it you found the life-force?"
Daniel giggled insanely and sneezed.
"I'll take that as a yes. Ooh, um... Frasier's looking for you."
"Okidokie. It's a lot better than YOUR cr#p excuse for coffee, Jack." he stared at Sam, bouncing slightly in his chair. "One
more cup..." he gulped down a fifth mug, shook his head vigorously, and laughed. "FREEDOM!" he ran out the door to the infirmary. Jack, Sam, and Teal'c followed in suit.
"Carter?" Jack requested.
"Yes, sir?"
"Small warning: Never, ever give Daniel more than two cups."
"Point taken, sir."
"Good."
----
Janet heard a loud 'thump' and ran to her office door, seeing Daniel sitting on the ground, rubbing his face. "I think I broke my noses?"
"You only have one nose."
"YOU might only have one..."
"Daniel, are you stoned?"
"Will you take coffee as an excuse?"
"Oh, lord. Not again."
"Leave your door open next time."
Jack, Sam, and Teal'c stopped at the door. The two humans were panting, Teal'c just stood there, like he normally does... all day long... what a boring life he must have...
Janet looked at Daniel. "Sit."
"I am."
"On a chair."
"But--"
"Daniel?" she implied, tapping her foot.
"Yes ma'am..." he muttered quietly, crawling into a chair. He sneezed, causing Jack to roll his eyes.
"You three can stay or go." They didn't move. "Alright. Now..." she looked back at Daniel. "Hammond's informed me of your door dilemma this morning."
"Oops."
Jack muttered, "which one?" Janet glared. "Sorry, Ma'am."
"As I was saying, before I was so RUDELY interrupted," she glared once more at the colonel. "Hammond told me what happened. What did I tell you about coffee, Doctor Jackson?" Daniel muttered something and looked at the wall like he was ashamed. "Hmm?"
"No more than two cups...?"
"That's right."
"But..."
"No buts, doctor's orders."
The dreaded DO. "Shucks."
"That's right."
----
A few hours later, everyone was hanging out in Sam's lab once again, Sam being pissed at the minimal amount of work she was doing because of it, and Jack was making another 'Important' airplane.
"Jaaack, Saaam. I've got a request for you two."
"Yeah?"
"Let's goooo. Get a drink."
"Now?"
"Now."
"NOW?!"
"Now!"
Sam and Jack looked at each other and nodded. "Teal'c say yes?"
"I did in fact decline, MajorCarter."
"Okidoke." Sam, Jack, and Daniel grabbed their coats and ran off.
----
Another while later, the three were sitting at a table, drinking beer when an oaf of a biker came over and loomed over
Daniel.
Daniel pushed his glasses up his nose. "Can I help you?"
"Out of my chair."
"I THINK I'm sitting in it."
"Out."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
The oaf picked Daniel up by the front of his shirt, staring at him. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Idiot."
Jack stood up and poked the oaf. "'Scuse me?"
"Yeah?"
Raising his fist, Jack socked one in the guy's mouth. He dropped Daniel on the floor with a nasty-sounding crunch. Daniel's eyes closed as his head hit the floor.
"Oh shit." Jack moaned. "Sam, get in the car."
Sam poked him. "Sir?" she pointed at the guy just starting to stand up. Jack knocked him back on the floor.
"Sam, go call 911 or something."
"Yes, sir." she ran to the bartender, who'd been watching the whole thing in awe, his eyes still open, his mouth gawking. "Excuse me?" the bartender turned to Sam, face still the same. "EXCUSE ME?!" he blinked. She slapped him. "HELLO?! PHONE?!"
"Oh, yeah. Okay. Here." A stunned hand timidly pushed the phone in her direction.
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"The doctor says you broke your ankle and you've got a minor concussion."
"From being dropped on the frigging FLOOR?!"
"Yup."
"Shit."
"My sentiments exactly. Since you've been in here for three days, they said you can go home today..."
"Finalement."