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I placed the container carefully on the corner of his desk, stood back and lifted the dishcloth off satisfactorily.

Daniel didn't even twitch in his sleep.

Sweet.

I decided to walk away very slowly now, placing each foot quietly, and then speeded up as I left the office and headed for the infirmary...

I still can't believe the cheek of the man!

This morning, while I was innocently eating my breakfast in the commissary, my great friend Doctor Jackson decided to load all of those godforsaken plants into the General's office.

Fine, he had too many to look after.

But did he have to blame it all on me?

I ask you, what could I possibly have done to deserve that?

Okay, so maybe I blackmailed him a little. But it was only a little.

And in the end I did manage to prove that it was all his fault.

But dear, dear General Hammond has decided that tonight we both have equal punishment.

What is this, a kid's playground? Yes, sir, Mr Principal SIR!

Can't get back at the General though.

For a certain archaeologist it was a different matter.

Jack O'Neill, you have a devious mind.

Thankyou, thankyou, it was nothing.

"Hey, Doc?"

I cautiously rapped a knuckle on the open door of the infirmary and then strode in.

Janet Frasier, the small but scary woman with the rule of iron, a thing about using deadly needles on unsuspecting Colonels, and I'm sure she's hiding some kinda power complex. And the only person whom I can blackmail Daniel with.

Blackmail's such an ugly word. I prefer retribution.

For crying out loud! Of course I know what that actually means!

Anyway, she looks concerned. This might work...

"Why are you worried about him, Colonel?" she asked anxiously as we travelled the corridors towards Danny's office.

"Well, he requested all the green jell-o on the base , went back up to his office, and promptly fell fast asleep... maybe he's ill?"

I coulda won an Oscar for that innocent voice.

"He requested green jell-o??"

"Jell-o."



Still fuming from the plant fiasco, I had left the General's office and stalked back down to finish my cereal.

No, not fruit loops, quit asking already.

I sat there, still immersed in angry feelings of revenge.

I was not looking forward to scrubbing the Stargate.

Especially with a toothbrush.

Daniel is SO dead.

Then it struck me.

Fine, the blackmail was a low trick. But what better way to repay him than with revealing it anyway?

Of course, it would mean that I no longer had that lever on Daniel.

I decided it was worth it.

Abandoning my breakfast I got to my feet and wandered over to where cookie was listening to a nervous airman. The look of delight on his face was probably because he's going to have a ton of extra helpers tomorrow following the plant incident.

"Uh, excuse me, Kellerman?" I said amiably, tapping the cook on the shoulder as the airman departed. "What's up, Colonel?" he replied in similar vein.

Yes! He still has some jell-o left, though he's waiting for a delivery.

Wait... no green?

Damn!

Think, think O'Neill!

Blue and yellow make green, right?

So some time later, after a bemused Kellerman had handed me the entire base supply of blue and yellow jell-o (hey, that rhymes – okay, okay, I'm shutting up!) I began to apply one to the other.

I stared at the dark green lumpy mess.

So it wasn't the violent green like the packet jell-o, but hey! It was Daniel's dream, did it matter if it wasn't perfect green?

Suppressing a snort of laughter, I mushed the large bowl a little more and then carried it carefully (not looking guilty, I swear) covered in a dishcloth.

Just as I had planned, Daniel had been asleep at his desk, leaning back in his chair with his glasses skewed across his head. The guy must have been wiped out – there was a ton of paperwork on his desk that he must have done that morning, and he had moved that stack of spider plants.

Just desserts, Danny boy, I thought uncharitably as the bowl went on the table.

This is going to be oh so sweet.



"See, there he is, Doc," I said, waving a hand vaguely in the sleeping archaeologist's direction.

Frasier looked non-plussed at the huge container of green jell-o sitting squarely in front of Daniel.

I watched from the doorway as Janet went around the desk and knelt anxiously by Daniel's side, one hand pressed against his forehead checking for fever.

"Daniel? Can I do something about this green Jell-o?"

Daniel's eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice.

His gaze flicked instantly from the bowl in front of him to the redhead kneeling by his side.

"Janet, I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep as his grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

"Doctor Jackson!!"

I believe I'll just saunter away quietly now.



Trying to avoid a murderous gaze pinned against your back in quite difficult.

I stretched aching shoulders and leant a peremptory hand down the ladder.

"Pass that bucket back up here, Danny! Or else!"

I winced at the glare and industriously scrubbed the final part of the chevron.

"Last part, Daniel. You nearly done down there?"

Thank God that's over with.

This Stargate sure is finickity to clean.

But that shocked look and bright red face of Daniel as he realised what he had said was ample payback, I feel.

Muhahaha!

I hear he still has to explain to the Doc what exactly is it with the green Jell-o.

Revenge is definitely something to be savoured.

Hey, look. Carter's just come in to watch.

Come to watch the humiliation of the scrubbing boys?

...

Ouch, that fell a little flat.

Carter looks almightily pissed.

Oh, come on, what did I do now?

I jumped down off the final rungs of the ladder, wincing as I jarred my knee, holding out my hands in a placatory fashion.

What's up, Carter?

You... don't have any blue jell-o.

Uh... yuh?

Come on, is that my fault? Ask jell-o boy here!

You asked Kellerman?

Ohcrap.

Come on, its just a bit of blue jelly product, no need to get mad...

Eheh...

YOU WHAT??

Okay, Danny, Carter, there is NO NEED to find those photographs from P4X- 103. It was a laugh at the time, tribal drink, bizarre behaviour, yadda yadda.... but no.

I'm serious.

So are you?

CRAP!

I think I'm in trouble now....



Author's note: Sam's up next, then Teal'c. Yay! Sorry that chapter is shorter, and not so good. I'll get better, I promise.

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