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(Sneaky bit from previous Chp 7A here moved around, with more T and J Banter. Hope OK – Just the beginning, then the rest is different. The bit about the spin dryer – don't know if that works. If anyone out there knows..
The Journey Back to the Cabin
"Teal'c, do you have to keep making that noise?"
Daniel's eyes squinted, as he reached for his sunglasses, and grimaced at Teal'cs attempt at in car entertainment.
"I am sorry DanielJackson."
Teal'c looked at his friend in the passenger seat with concern.
"I have heard that music can help with relaxation."
Daniel he knew Teal'c was only trying to help but felt grouchy all the same.
"Just because the CD doesn't work in Jack's car, and he can't stand silence, doesn't mean that sometimes it isn't preferable."
Daniel leant back in the seat and pulled the shade down, as his head was still hurting with the morning light despite the painkillers. He had to add,
"By all means practice whistling, if you feel it's important, just not now. Please."
"Indeed." Teal'c replied, thinking of other possibilities. He did not appear at all offended.
They had left the hospital later than Teal'c had wanted to. Being a naturally early riser, he had been outside Daniels room as breakfast was being served. This was convenient for Teal'c as he had not managed to have any food before leaving Josie's cabin, and he helped Daniel finish his eggs, bacon and toast. And orange juice. And herbal tea.
Teal'c continued.
"I have, according to my late wife, an excellent singing voice. I could recount a tale of heroic deeds.."
"NO Teal'c please. I appreciate that you're trying to make me feel better, and you're worried about me slipping into a coma or something, but if I close my eyes I promise that I'll just be sleeping. Really. I'll let you know if I'm about to pass out."
Daniel relaxed again; confident he had made his point.
"As you wish DanielJackson. I will however, remain alert for any signs of concussion."
Teal'c gripped the wheel with resolve and stared ahead at the road as if looking for signs of trouble.
Daniel sighed and realised that he was not going to get a quiet ride back to the cabin, and that he may as well take part in the inevitable conversation.
"SoTeal'c, what's up?"
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Meanwhile Sam and Jack were having their own troubles..
"So you set it to spin, then sit on it?"
Jack was standing cup of coffee in hand, in his dressing gown, loosely belted, with a pair of socks on. He was not vain when cold. The laundry room had the same tiled floor, and the morning was chilly.
Sam was similarly dressed, watching the washing machine going round.
"So I've heard." She replied.
"And it does what? Gives you a happy?" Jack didn't believe in relying upon machinery for anything much.
"I guess," Sam replied, looking thoughtfully at it, as if trying to figure out how to disarm a jaffa.
"Well, it's about the only room we haven't trashed yet." He looked back into the living room where the antics of the night before had created a few bits of broken furniture. And crockery.
Drawing a deep breath, Jack started something that may have ended in a long conversation,
"Look, the guys are gonna be back soon, and..."
"I know, I know, what are we going to tell them," Sam continued, "do we say anything, what should we do now...?" she turned to make her way back to the living room.
Jack stood his ground and shouted as she left the laundry room, "No, I meant, we have to clear up the broken stuff .."
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The world went by Daniels window a lot slower than he'd hoped. Teal'c was being a model driver. It had rained again, and the ground gave off an earthy smell and a fine mist: which was another reason for Teal'cs caution.
He turned back towards Teal'c who was trying to explain something to a still fazed archaeologist who insisted upon disagreeing with him at every comment.
"What do you mean you think they should quit?"
Teal'c sighed. He was just not getting his point across to Daniel in this frame of mind.
"I have lived twice as long as you .."
"Twice for Jack – three times for me don't forget."
"Yes, DanielJackson, but it still gives me a different perspective. I believe they must eventually make a choice, as there will come a point where the choice will be taken away from them."
"Oh."
There was nothing else he could say. He and Jack had talked about it 'hypothetically' one night, years ago. Jack thought there would some hostage situation that would make him or Sam crack, or it would be an opportunity for the higher echelons to get rid of Jack, or it was impossible because of the regulations. At that point it was a no go.
Daniel wondered if anything had actually happened on his night away. In a lot of ways he did not want to know. Apart from the fact it was none of his goddamned business, he didn't want to be in a position to lie to anyone. Of course he would defend Jack and Sam to the hilt, do whatever it took, it's just that he wasn't very good at lying. Plus, he conceded to himself, there was actually a reason for the non-frat rules.
"Shall we change the subject? This just depresses me." Daniel adjusted his glasses. They kept sliding down his nose as he was trying to think. Maybe it was because he frowned a lot.
"As you wish DanielJackson."
"It's not that I don't want them to be happy,.." Daniel couldn't quite leave it yet.
"Of course." Teal'c wondered if Daniel was somehow related to O'Neill. Their inability to leave a subject, once closed, was very similar. He believed the metaphorical term was "worrying a scarab".
"It's just that they're in a situation where everything is stacked against them. They're both career officers, and I don't think they would ever really let anything get in the way of that, so they just can't be thinking straight."
"Perhaps they are mentally stressed..."
Teal'c left the sentence unfinished, as a bump on someone else's head was a bit like a meteorological disturbance in a drinking implement compared to what the team had been through before.
If Samantha Carter and the Colonel's judgement were so easily affected by life and death situations it would follow that after Daniel had ascended, Major Carter would have thrown O'Neill to the floor within hours.
"Let's just pretend everything is fine, and that this hasn't crossed our minds. We'll be there soon."
"Yes." Teal'c paused, and couldn't help but add.
"I presume that your headache has gone, as you have been conversing with some enthusiasm."
Teal'c looked sideways at his friend, who looked right back at him with a questioning eyebrow.
"Would you like a rendition of a song that my father taught me as a child..?"
"NO, no, thank you Teal'c. I think I've go that headache starting again."
Daniel rubbed his temples dramatically, as Teal'c continued to concentrate on the road ahead, smiling secretly to himself. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Next chapter to follow very shortly....
That Teal'c appears to like singing doesn't he. I think he may be good at opera.
"Three little maids from school are we...." No, doesn't bare thinking about...
(Sneaky bit from previous Chp 7A here moved around, with more T and J Banter. Hope OK – Just the beginning, then the rest is different. The bit about the spin dryer – don't know if that works. If anyone out there knows..
The Journey Back to the Cabin
"Teal'c, do you have to keep making that noise?"
Daniel's eyes squinted, as he reached for his sunglasses, and grimaced at Teal'cs attempt at in car entertainment.
"I am sorry DanielJackson."
Teal'c looked at his friend in the passenger seat with concern.
"I have heard that music can help with relaxation."
Daniel he knew Teal'c was only trying to help but felt grouchy all the same.
"Just because the CD doesn't work in Jack's car, and he can't stand silence, doesn't mean that sometimes it isn't preferable."
Daniel leant back in the seat and pulled the shade down, as his head was still hurting with the morning light despite the painkillers. He had to add,
"By all means practice whistling, if you feel it's important, just not now. Please."
"Indeed." Teal'c replied, thinking of other possibilities. He did not appear at all offended.
They had left the hospital later than Teal'c had wanted to. Being a naturally early riser, he had been outside Daniels room as breakfast was being served. This was convenient for Teal'c as he had not managed to have any food before leaving Josie's cabin, and he helped Daniel finish his eggs, bacon and toast. And orange juice. And herbal tea.
Teal'c continued.
"I have, according to my late wife, an excellent singing voice. I could recount a tale of heroic deeds.."
"NO Teal'c please. I appreciate that you're trying to make me feel better, and you're worried about me slipping into a coma or something, but if I close my eyes I promise that I'll just be sleeping. Really. I'll let you know if I'm about to pass out."
Daniel relaxed again; confident he had made his point.
"As you wish DanielJackson. I will however, remain alert for any signs of concussion."
Teal'c gripped the wheel with resolve and stared ahead at the road as if looking for signs of trouble.
Daniel sighed and realised that he was not going to get a quiet ride back to the cabin, and that he may as well take part in the inevitable conversation.
"SoTeal'c, what's up?"
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Meanwhile Sam and Jack were having their own troubles..
"So you set it to spin, then sit on it?"
Jack was standing cup of coffee in hand, in his dressing gown, loosely belted, with a pair of socks on. He was not vain when cold. The laundry room had the same tiled floor, and the morning was chilly.
Sam was similarly dressed, watching the washing machine going round.
"So I've heard." She replied.
"And it does what? Gives you a happy?" Jack didn't believe in relying upon machinery for anything much.
"I guess," Sam replied, looking thoughtfully at it, as if trying to figure out how to disarm a jaffa.
"Well, it's about the only room we haven't trashed yet." He looked back into the living room where the antics of the night before had created a few bits of broken furniture. And crockery.
Drawing a deep breath, Jack started something that may have ended in a long conversation,
"Look, the guys are gonna be back soon, and..."
"I know, I know, what are we going to tell them," Sam continued, "do we say anything, what should we do now...?" she turned to make her way back to the living room.
Jack stood his ground and shouted as she left the laundry room, "No, I meant, we have to clear up the broken stuff .."
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ///////////////////////////////////////////
The world went by Daniels window a lot slower than he'd hoped. Teal'c was being a model driver. It had rained again, and the ground gave off an earthy smell and a fine mist: which was another reason for Teal'cs caution.
He turned back towards Teal'c who was trying to explain something to a still fazed archaeologist who insisted upon disagreeing with him at every comment.
"What do you mean you think they should quit?"
Teal'c sighed. He was just not getting his point across to Daniel in this frame of mind.
"I have lived twice as long as you .."
"Twice for Jack – three times for me don't forget."
"Yes, DanielJackson, but it still gives me a different perspective. I believe they must eventually make a choice, as there will come a point where the choice will be taken away from them."
"Oh."
There was nothing else he could say. He and Jack had talked about it 'hypothetically' one night, years ago. Jack thought there would some hostage situation that would make him or Sam crack, or it would be an opportunity for the higher echelons to get rid of Jack, or it was impossible because of the regulations. At that point it was a no go.
Daniel wondered if anything had actually happened on his night away. In a lot of ways he did not want to know. Apart from the fact it was none of his goddamned business, he didn't want to be in a position to lie to anyone. Of course he would defend Jack and Sam to the hilt, do whatever it took, it's just that he wasn't very good at lying. Plus, he conceded to himself, there was actually a reason for the non-frat rules.
"Shall we change the subject? This just depresses me." Daniel adjusted his glasses. They kept sliding down his nose as he was trying to think. Maybe it was because he frowned a lot.
"As you wish DanielJackson."
"It's not that I don't want them to be happy,.." Daniel couldn't quite leave it yet.
"Of course." Teal'c wondered if Daniel was somehow related to O'Neill. Their inability to leave a subject, once closed, was very similar. He believed the metaphorical term was "worrying a scarab".
"It's just that they're in a situation where everything is stacked against them. They're both career officers, and I don't think they would ever really let anything get in the way of that, so they just can't be thinking straight."
"Perhaps they are mentally stressed..."
Teal'c left the sentence unfinished, as a bump on someone else's head was a bit like a meteorological disturbance in a drinking implement compared to what the team had been through before.
If Samantha Carter and the Colonel's judgement were so easily affected by life and death situations it would follow that after Daniel had ascended, Major Carter would have thrown O'Neill to the floor within hours.
"Let's just pretend everything is fine, and that this hasn't crossed our minds. We'll be there soon."
"Yes." Teal'c paused, and couldn't help but add.
"I presume that your headache has gone, as you have been conversing with some enthusiasm."
Teal'c looked sideways at his friend, who looked right back at him with a questioning eyebrow.
"Would you like a rendition of a song that my father taught me as a child..?"
"NO, no, thank you Teal'c. I think I've go that headache starting again."
Daniel rubbed his temples dramatically, as Teal'c continued to concentrate on the road ahead, smiling secretly to himself. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Next chapter to follow very shortly....
That Teal'c appears to like singing doesn't he. I think he may be good at opera.
"Three little maids from school are we...." No, doesn't bare thinking about...