Chapter 13
Daniel trudged along the hallway, not looking forward to the duty that was assigned to him. Jack had his bright moments, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why Daniel was there. He wasn't looking forward to Jack's reaction. One thing was for sure; it wouldn't be pretty. As if in response, Jack's voice echoed his own worries.
-Don't even think about it, Danny. I know why you're here, and I'm not
going to knowingly have a spy in our midst. So just turn around and go
tell General Hammond that it didn't work.
Daniel sighed.
-It's not like that, Jack. I want to help. I've been thinking about
what you said. You know, about how we all need to pitch in and make
this place better?
Jack stared at him incredulously.
-You really want to help? You're not a spy?
-I'm not a spy, Jack.
Jack nodded slightly in consent and Daniel released the breath that he didn't even realize he'd been holding.
-What do you want me to do?
Jack pointed to brush lying between he and Jonas.
-It's all yours. Paint away.
-Great.
Daniel grabbed the brush and knelt down next to Jonas, beginning to work and exchanged greetings with Jonas. After a few minutes of silent work, Jack cleared his throat and addressed Daniel.
-So Daniel, what do you have to offer us?
Daniel stared at him in confusion.
-What do you mean?
Jack gestured toward the now silent boom box a little ways down the hall.
-Jonas and I have run out of music. Do you have anything?
-Um, yeah. Let me grab something from my lab.
He jumped up and started for the lift. Jack hollered after him.
-No classical!!!
Daniel nodded absently in reply. Jonas laughed slightly.
-It's going to take a while to break him in.
Jack sighed in agreement.
-Yeah, it is. Although I'm not entirely sure he's telling the truth
about wanting to help us.
-So why are you letting him?
Jack grinned mischievously.
-Well, we could really use the help. Besides, we need music.
Daniel trudged along the hallway, not looking forward to the duty that was assigned to him. Jack had his bright moments, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why Daniel was there. He wasn't looking forward to Jack's reaction. One thing was for sure; it wouldn't be pretty. As if in response, Jack's voice echoed his own worries.
-Don't even think about it, Danny. I know why you're here, and I'm not
going to knowingly have a spy in our midst. So just turn around and go
tell General Hammond that it didn't work.
Daniel sighed.
-It's not like that, Jack. I want to help. I've been thinking about
what you said. You know, about how we all need to pitch in and make
this place better?
Jack stared at him incredulously.
-You really want to help? You're not a spy?
-I'm not a spy, Jack.
Jack nodded slightly in consent and Daniel released the breath that he didn't even realize he'd been holding.
-What do you want me to do?
Jack pointed to brush lying between he and Jonas.
-It's all yours. Paint away.
-Great.
Daniel grabbed the brush and knelt down next to Jonas, beginning to work and exchanged greetings with Jonas. After a few minutes of silent work, Jack cleared his throat and addressed Daniel.
-So Daniel, what do you have to offer us?
Daniel stared at him in confusion.
-What do you mean?
Jack gestured toward the now silent boom box a little ways down the hall.
-Jonas and I have run out of music. Do you have anything?
-Um, yeah. Let me grab something from my lab.
He jumped up and started for the lift. Jack hollered after him.
-No classical!!!
Daniel nodded absently in reply. Jonas laughed slightly.
-It's going to take a while to break him in.
Jack sighed in agreement.
-Yeah, it is. Although I'm not entirely sure he's telling the truth
about wanting to help us.
-So why are you letting him?
Jack grinned mischievously.
-Well, we could really use the help. Besides, we need music.