Author's Notes: Again, super short, but it was kind of an excuse to have fun with the characters.
Stepping back out into the sunlight, Jack replaced the sunglasses that he'd taken off after entering the storeroom. He saw Daniel having a cup of coffee and reading something, and decided to join him.
"Hey." Jack said simply, taking a seat across from Daniel.
"Oh, hey Jack." The archaeologist replied, looking up only briefly before resuming his reading.
O'Neill sat silently, waiting to be acknowledged, for only a few more moments.
"I've been hanging out with Elena and Otto all day."
"In the new storeroom they found?" Daniel asked, still reading.
Jack rested his arms on the table, twiddling his thumbs. "Yeah." He stared out into the desert at a cloud of dust in the distance. "I played archaeologist." He explained. "I dug around in the dirt, I found someone's old coffee cup, I put a little tag on it." Jack paused, still waiting for Daniel to join the rather one-sided conversation. "I wanted to name it. Boris maybe." He told his friend.
Jack got a quick glance as Daniel, head still down over his book, peered over the top of his glasses, raising his eyebrows.
"Elena said you don't name things like that." Jack added.
"No." Daniel replied simply, as he resumed his reading.
"Otto was with me though." Jack removed his cap, set it down on the table and thoroughly mussed his hair before leaning forward and lowering his voice a little. "Tell me," he inquired, "is he a little crazy? Otto, I mean."
Daniel looked at Jack blankly; "No... no... no... Absolutely not." He replied a little unconvincingly, then thought better of it. "Only a little bit."
Jack leaned back again. "Right." He thought for a moment. "There's no chance he's going to find, like... a weapon or anything like that anywhere around here, is there?"
"Well, I don't know Jack. We're in the middle of the Iraqi desert. You tell me." Daniel replied smugly.
Before Jack could say anything else about it, his attention was drawn back to the dust cloud, which was rapidly approaching. "Who's that?" he asked, half standing to get a better look.
Daniel was silent for awhile as he also watched the cloud. "Dr. Harrison Bailey." He answered.