Greetings, and welcome to my wacky little world!!

So, yeah, like I don't own any of the characters that will be gracing this story . . . but at the next auction I hope to buy Chevron Guy!!

Warnings: Severe Out of Character-ness, little or no following of the time line . . . and little or no respect for the SGC . . . [grin] what can I say?

Dedication: When watching Stargate non-stop, eating much chocolate, and *trying* to figure out a plot for a Daniel/Sam fic, when very dedicated to Jack/Sam . . . they are MEANT to be together, besides . . . Daniel's married for crying out loud! . . . I lay blame for this ficlet *entirely* at Cucumber Faye The Paranoid One's feet!

"Speaking"

//Thinking//

*Emphasis/stressing*

~Flashback ~

--Dream--

~Sweet Dreams~

By Doctor Megalomania

Part Two: . . . So He Took Jack By The Hand . . .

And that was what led him to Jack's room.

 Jack was snoring loudly, hanging off the side of his bed, one arm flung over his eyes, the other clutching the edge of the bed. The sheet was pulled down to his waist, and his vest ridding up. Daniel raised his eyebrow, and rolled his eyes, he always knew Jack slept like Homer Simpson. Crouching down, Daniel rested his elbows on his knees and stared at the upside down face of Jack O'Neill. He sighed and turned himself – namely floating – upside down so he could touch Jack's face a little easier.

What would Jack be dreaming of at this time of night, Daniel—

--wondered, and frowned as he found himself sitting opposite Jack as he tucked into a bowl of Fruit Loops, in the mess hall. Jack wasn't even stark bollock naked. Daniel sighed, what was the point of this dream? At least when Hammond dreamt of food, he did something interesting.

Jack hummed quietly, as he turned the page of the news page.

Daniel groaned, and tipped his head back, "What in the hell is going on?!"

Jack smiled faintly as he read a front-page story of a little girl getting her dog back.

"At the risk of pulling an Urgo . . ." Daniel muttered to the ceiling before tilting his head forward and glaring at Jack, "Booooooooooorrrrr-riiing!"

The dapple grey haired soldier laughed gently as he read another story about how the creators of The Simpsons had decided to do a episode about a mysterious wormhole generating doorway, and a team of a heroic soldier, a scientist babe, a cute archaeologist and an very impressive alien with a tattoo on his butt.

Daniel was about to pull away at this point when a siren started to whine.

"SG-1!!" Chevron Guy yelled, his voice echoing around the base on the PA system, "Please Report To The Gate Control Room! Repeat! SG-1--"

"Finally," he muttered, and looked expectantly at Jack. Jack sighed, and growled under his breath.

"For crying out---"

"Oh . . . don't worry . . ." Chevron Guy's voice suddenly sounded, "It's just snort on the monitor . . ."

Daniel glared at Jack as the man sank back into his seat, picked up his spoon, and newspaper, and smirked happily. Doctor Jackson shook his head, "I worry about you, Jack . . . you have boring dreams . . ."

Jack blinked and looked up, "Whoa . . ." he blinked again, "Daniel?"

"Jack?!" Daniel jumped, "You can see me?"

"Uh. . ." Jack's face fell into that adorable confused look he sometimes got, "I think so . . . but haven't you ascended?"

"I decided to descend and visit you guys for a while. . ."

"Riiiiiight . . ." Jack nodded, "And you worry about the fact I have boring dreams?"

Daniel shrugged and gestured around, "You don't call this boring? You're not doing anything . . ."

"Hey . . . I do plenty . . ." Jack's voice got defensive, "It's just I have enough excitement in my life, surely I'm allow to have one boring day, even if it's just me sitting in the . . . wait a minute, this is a dream, what in the hell are--

--you doing in my dreams, Jackson?!"

Jack sat up. . . unbalanced and fell out of bed, he rolled, effectively tying himself up in his blanket. Daniel waited until his former commander had come to a stop, and was lying on his side with a blanket over his head. "Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?!" Demanded Jack angrily, before he started struggling to rid himself of the blanket. "Oh, for crying out—"

"Uh . . . Let me help you . . ."

As soon as Jack was free, the two stared at each other. Jack was sitting against his bed on the floor, with the blanket pooled around him, and Daniel was floating, kinda glowingly, above him, still upside down. Jack glared at him, "And what if I was dreaming about Sam---" Jack stopped himself swallowed, and blushed slightly, before continuing, "Sammmmm. . .MMmmurai naked girls? Samurai naked girls, huh? Goddamnit, Daniel, have you immortal beings never heard of privacy?!"

"Samurai naked girls . . ." Daniel raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, "Jack, is that the best you can do?"

"Shut up." Jack growled and climbed back into bed again, he lay down and stared at the ceiling, anyway, "What are you doing here, Daniel?! For crying out loud, it's two in the freaking morning and here you are floating over me like Casper the Friendly freaking ghost?!"

"I told you I just wanted to visit some friends . . . and read their minds, and explore their dreams . . ."

"Why me?"

"Well, lets see shall we?" Daniel deadpanned; "You *were* one of my *best* friends in life, Jack . . ."

Jack groused quietly for a moment, before spitting out a quiet, ". . . Fine."

A cautious boot slinked around the corner, followed by it's brother, the Right Boot. They took turns at being at the front and back as they made their way down the corridor. It was a dangerous time, and stealth was the top priority. They came to another corner, and paused, holding their breath lest they be discovered . . .

"Jack?"

Gasp!! Their mighty leader, the all-knowing-god, Jack had been called. The boots trembled with quaking fear . . . what would become of them as—

"Jack!"

"What?!" Jack interrupted his rather absorbing inner monologue to turn and glare at the floating Daniel. Daniel crossed his arms and sighed, "I never realised how nutty you are . . ."

"Shush!" Jack growled, "now . . . pop you head through the wall and tell me is Jonas is still awake!"

"Jonas?" Daniel raised an eyebrow, "you call him Jonas?!"

"I wanted to call him Satan, but Hammond wouldn't let me, okay?!"

Daniel sighed, "And people wondered why I chose to ascend . . ." he drew a deep breathe and started to poke his head through the wall. Jack smirked and muttered sarcastically, "Certainly isn't 'cause you out lived your usefulness?"

"What was that?" Daniel retreated quickly, scowling as Jack put on the face of an angel.

"Nothing . . ."

Jack tiptoed into Jonas' room, and gave Daniel the thumbs up . . . as it turned out; Daniel could share his dream seeing ability. So, grabbing Jack's wrist, Daniel slowly put his hand on Jonas' forehead and—

--blinked as he found himself on a very perfect world. The sky was a deep blue, with fluffy white clouds rolling happily over it, a Stargate nearby that looked in perfect condition; Sam was a few metres off, with Teal'c overseeing her experiments. Jack shrugged and looked around, "this looks fairly tame . . ."

"This coming from a man who dreams of fruit loops and snot on the monitor . . ." Daniel sighed and looked around. He spotted Jack and Jonas a little further off, "Ah . . . there he is . . . let's go . . ."

"Okay, Jonas . . . that's your mission . . ." Dream-Jack spoke with deep authority, in a voice that also spoke of gentle appreciation. Daniel frowned, "He's got a wildly distorted view of life, hasn't he?"

Jack shrugged as he watched Jonas nod enthusiastically; "He's just optimistic . . . he reminded me of you . . ."

Jonas ran off, and fetched something, and ran back, presenting it to Dream-Jack. "Mission complete sir!"

Dream-Jack smiled benignly, and patted Jonas on the shoulder; "I knew you could . . . well done!" The dream version of Jack looked at a clipboard, "Want another mission?"

"Yes!!" Jonas yelped energetically. Daniel raised an eyebrow as the same thing happened again, Dream-Jack gave Jonas a mission, which was to fetch an article and then return, and then Dream Jack would clap him on the shoulder and say, "Well done, Jonas . . . very well done!"

Daniel glanced at Jack, "And you let this man replace me?!"

"What can I say . . ." Jack murmured gently as he placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder, "Look at him . . . he just so reminded me of you . . ." Daniel frowned, as they watched Jonas return with yet another item, Jack chuckled as he watched his dreamself congratulate Jonas again, "He's not unlike a puppy . . ."

Jack laughed and started to walk away, as Daniel stared after him. It took a few moments but . . .

"Wa-wait!" Daniel growled, "You thought I was like a puppy?!"

Creeping along the corridor, Jack smiled smugly as he heard Daniel mutter some choice words under his breath. They were heading to SGC because Daniel wanted to prove to Jack the Chevron Guy truly never left his seat. He was smirking because, as Daniel pointed out that Jack owed him for some small bet they made, Jack had hit back with the fact that immortal beings didn't need money in the mystic realm of Where-ever-the-hell-Daniel-existed now. He shook his head silently, "Sometimes I just underestimate how good I am . . ."

The doors to SGC opened quietly, and Jack tiptoed up to the Chevron Guy . . . so named for the fact all he ever seemed to say was Chevron this and Chevron that . . . they crept up quietly behind the bald headed man, and peered at him with curiosity. "So . . ." Daniel growled quietly, a little annoyed at the fact he was going to be out of pocket by twenty bucks, for the rest of his natural existence . . . which was going to be a helleva long time.

"So?"

"So, what are we doing here?" Daniel hissed back testily. Jack smirked infuriatingly.

"What makes you think I wanna leave?" He motioned Chevron Guy, "What makes you think I wanna leave him behind like this? A lot of things have changed Daniel since you left, what's to say I haven't fallen madly in love with the Chevron Guy, and that it's become a favourite past time of mine to just sit there and watch him as he slumbers. . ."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, "Because you like to dream about Sam . . ." he tweaked a sarcastic smirk as he paused, "Mmmurai naked girls."

"Doesn't every hot blooded American man dream of Sam . . ." Jack pulled Daniel's remark and threw it back at him, "Mmmurai naked girls from time to time . . ."

"Touché." Daniel's annoyance broke and he grinned and nodded. He held out his hand for Jack's wrist as he turned his other hand on Chevron Guy's face and—

-- Coughed violently as smoke filled the SGC!!

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And Now It's Time to LEAVE IT TO DOCTOR MEGALOMANIA!!!

DrM: So . . . Whatcha think? It's my first Stargate fic, and remember, I'm mostly into anime fic writing so . . .

Jack: You aren't comfortable by writing for Stargate . . .

DrM: Uh, well, actually, I . . .

Jack: [not really listening] That's all right DrM, I knew you couldn't do it . . . I mean you're a crap writer anyway so . . .

DrM: Hey!

Jack: [still not listening] So, stick to what you know best and go back to writing that crappy anime stuff you do best . . .

C-Faye: Psst . . . Dr Meggie . . . he's trashing Anime, and I heard he called Yue a butterfly poofter, Spike a wussy cry baby . . . AND that Relena was a brilliant character with depth and that she, not Duo, belongs with Heero . . .

DrM: WHAT?!

Jack: What the?! I never said any of that!!

Urgo: And he said you'd never be able to finish this . . . said that you anime-lovers are all the same and never finish a fic . . .

Jack: Hey! That's not true!!

DrM: [steaming at the ears] FINE THEN!! [Growls and throws self back at the keyboard] I'll show you, Jack O'Neill!! I'll finish this fanfiction before you can even draw your next breath!!

Jack: [rolls eyes as C-Faye and Urgo exchange high fives, and DrM type furiously] Just . . . Just review, okay . . .