Seven Days
by ForCryinOutLoud and Layton Colt
Day One: Jack___
(This part written by FCOL)
"The devices are still present, but the EM field that was being emitted by them is gone. Everything else checks out to me."
"Request permission for SG-1 to go back to work, Sir."
"Give it a week."
"A week?"
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A week. What am I supposed to do for a week stuck here on base? I can't even have any pizza or beer ForCryinOutLoud! The TV doesn't have cable. I'm missing the playoffs. This royally sucks. Well, I guess that leaves only one thing to do.
"Hey, Danny boy!" Oh yeah, he looks happy to see me.
"Huh . . . oh. Hi, Jack."
"Whatcha doin?"
"Uh . . . actually I'm getting caught up on some translations that have been piling up on me."
"Sounds like fun." Yeah Right.
"Can I do something for you, Jack?"
"Oh . . . I just wanted to see if you were hungry." Or annoy you, anything to pass the time.
"Hungry . . .? um . . . it's only 1:30, Jack, we ate less than 2 hours ago."
"Right . . . sorry." Rocking back and forth on my heels, I look around at all the crap Daniel has in his office. He should seriously consider getting a housekeeper in here. I don't know how he can find anything.
Turning my gaze back to the man before me, I see he's staring at me. Ooops. Guess I'm beginning to annoy him. Ah well . . . when there is nothing to do, there's nothing like the ole' annoy Danny routine to brighten my day.
"Jack . . ."
"Daniel . . ."
"Was there something else?"
"Nope."
"Um . . . why don't you try wading through that mountain on your desk."
"Paperwork? On my downtime? You must be joking." The kid needs to get out more.
"*Sigh* I've really got a lot of work to do Jack."
"Don't let me stop you." I flop into the couch by Daniel's desk, picking up a magazine sitting on the table beside me. Flipping through, I can sense him boring holes through me. He'll cave...any minute now. Yup. Any minute now.
Looking down at my watch I see that 20 minutes have passed. Well there's a chunk of my life I'll never get back. I've actually been sitting here, flipping through this dusty old magazine with pictures of dead people in it for a whole 20 minutes! Looking at Daniel, I'm aghast to find that he has been sucked back into his translation. He's obviously forgotten I'm still here.
"Ahem."
"Jack! You're still here?"
"Yes! I'm still here." I KNOW I should be insulted.
"Sorry . . . I . . . this is just so fascinating. This script shows that the people of P6C-972 were possibly of Irish Celtic origin. Apparently the Goa'uld transplanted them only about 2050 years ago."
"Daniel . . ."
"It's amazing to see how they have not advanced much beyond what they had when the Goa'uld transplanted them 2 millennia ago."
"Daniel . . ."
"We should really ask General Hammond if we can go there Jack. I think I could learn so much from these people that . . ."
"DANIEL!" The kid definitely needs to get out more.
"What?"
"ForCryinOutLoud! Enough already. Put your books down. Come on."
"What . . .? No, I have to finish this Jack."
"We'll get some coffee." I reply in a sing song voice that has Daniel's eyes sparkling at the mention of his favorite addiction.
"Well . . . maybe just for a few minutes." Now how did I know he was going to say that?
"Good. Let's grab Carter and Teal'c on our way." We make our way out of Daniel's office, our two shadows following behind. I still can't believe that we have to have guards. I mean I understand why we have to have escorts around the base but it's still annoying.
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Walking into the cafeteria we are bombarded by stares from the staff. The last time we were here we were eating enough desert to feed the entire SGC. But man was it good. I never had pie that tasted THAT good before. OK, so there was one thing I missed about not having Urgo around, but I was definitely willing to settle for regular tasting pie if it meant I was alone in my own head.
Daniel heads straight for the coffee pot, Carter for the blue JELLO, Teal'c for the ice cream and I . . . well . . . I opted for pie. We all headed for a table in the corner, as far away from prying eyes as we could get.
"What are we all planning to do with our week of downtime?" Carter, ever the optimist.
"You mean our week of forced confinement?"
"Actually, Sir, we are only being confined to base. It could be worse. We could be back on Level 22 in isolation."
"Please, don't remind me."
"You know, you should use this time, Jack."
"To what? Catch up on paperwork? No thanks." Note to self, get the kids out of the mountain ASAP.
"Perhaps you would care to join me in Kel'No'Reem, O'Neill."
I look at Teal'c. I can't tell if he's serious or not. God I hope he's not.
"Uh . . . thanks, T, think I'll pass." He simply inclines his head and returns to his ice cream. I'm amazed that the man can eat that much ice cream, that fast and not be writhing on the floor in agony. Maybe Jaffa's don't get ice cream headaches.
"Well, Sir, I should really get back to work."
"Yeah, me too, Jack. I have to finish those translations."
"Teal'c?"
"I must return to finish Kel'No'Reem, O'Neill."
"*Sigh* Alright kids. Have fun." Now what am I gonna do?
I watch as the rest of my team all leave the commissary to go and do work and whatever it is Teal'c does. I'm convinced he's just sleeping while sitting on the floor. Sighing I grab some red JELLO and head to my office. Maybe I'll be able to find something to do there.
Yup. This is fun. Fun, Fun, Fun. I stare at the yo-yo as it descends once again to the floor. Great invention, the yo-yo. Not as good as hockey . . . or beer . . . I SO need to get off this base, I'm not gonna survive. Looking at the clock I see that only 6 hours have passed of our enforced stay on base. Oh yeah, this is going to be a long week.
