Author's Notes: Short, short, short. Again, I appeal to the fact that I am a dialogue person. Please continue to be patient with me!
As they waited for the tall, dark-haired man to approach, Jack thought Daniel looked extraordinarily anxious. He was standing in typical Daniel fashion, with his arms wrapped tightly around his body, but he looked nervous, which was far from typical Daniel. He was no longer one easily daunted, thanks to many a gould encounter. This made Jack immediately wary and suspicious of the dark-eyed man who now stood before them.
Daniel indicated with a hand. "Jack, this is -"
"Dr. Harrison Bailey, the third." The stranger interrupted haughtily.
"The third?" Jack repeated. "Huh." He stuck out a hand. "Jack O'Neill... the first... and only... well, maybe not only..." He resorted to flippancy to throw off this man who seemed to be trying to intimidate him.
Bailey shook the offered hand and didn't back down. "And how do you know our friend Daniel?"
Jack's hands went to his pockets and he bounced on his heels as Daniel seemed to be looking everywhere but at Bailey.
"We work together." Jack answered.
"Oh?" Bailey questioned, a lilt to his voice that thoroughly irritated Jack. "What is it exactly that Daniel does now? Museum curator? A librarian, perhaps?"
"Well, actually," Jack replied, beginning to have a little bit of fun. "that would be classified, Mr. Bailey."
"What a shame." Bailey raised an eyebrow. "And actually, that's Dr. Bailey, Mr. O'Neill."
"Ah!" Jack held up a finger. "That would be Colonel O'Neill, Dr. Bailey."
"Colonel, eh?" he turned his attention to Daniel, who was uncomfortably silent. "Have you joined the military, Daniel?"
Daniel's eyes finally focused on the older man. "No." his brow furrowed. "No. I... consult." He supplied.
"I see." Bailey narrowed his eyes and plastered on the most facetious of smiles. "Well, I should go have a look at this temple shouldn't I?" he asked rhetorically. "That is," he added, "assuming you haven't found everything there is to be found, Daniel."
Jack and Daniel watched the man walk away and head towards the temple.
"Jack?" Daniel spoke up at Bailey's entrance.
The colonel turned to face the archaeologist. "What?" he asked, not intending the question to sound quite so confrontational as it came out.
"You really think it was best to announce that you're in the military?" Daniel had relaxed noticeably but was still. off.
Jack began walking back to the table and Daniel followed. "You have a problem with it?"
Daniel absently rubbed the back of his neck. "It could make things difficult."
"You think someone's gonna guess what we do?" Jack questioned.
"What exactly is it that we do?" Daniel shot back.
Jack stopped abruptly and faced the younger man, staring at him for a moment. "Space... television... detecting..."
"Deep space radar telemetry." Daniel supplied.
"I was gonna get there." Jack defended.
"Right." Daniel began walking again.
"Alright!" Jack called after him, jumping a bit to catch up. "He was getting on my nerves and I wanted to shut him up."
Daniel smiled glumly to his side. "You got played."
Now it was Jack who stopped Daniel. "No." he stated. "If I let him play me I would have given him a lot more than my rank. I've been doing the covert thing a lot longer than you, Daniel. I didn't give anything up that they didn't already know. Bernadette -" he pointed out, "she guessed it the minute I got here. You don't think the others did?"
Daniel crossed one arm over his chest while his other hand rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I'm sorry. You're right."
"Daniel!" Jack automatically began, before his friend's words caught up to his brain. "What?"
"You're right." Daniel repeated. "I said: you're right."
"Yes." Jack agreed, not a little confused at the lack of argument. "I am."
Daniel sighed. "I'm gonna go back to the temple."
Jack watched Daniel follow the steps Bailey had just taken. "Right." He said to no one but himself.