Very weird, every time, no exceptions, when I take an SG-1 personality quiz, I always get Carter… Just thought you might like to know.
Legato with vengeance
Can There Ever Such a Thing as an Unusual Day at the SGC.
Chapter: 5
"Jack, do you really think this detour is necessary?" Daniel grabbed onto the coat hook for dear life. "Really, I mean it's just rush hour traffic…."
"Space Monkey, if we want to make our hotel by closing time I suggest you SHUT UP!" Jack spun the wheel narrowly avoiding a gaping pothole in the dirt road.
"Sir, please!" Sam shouted from beside Jack as they did a few more doughnuts. "Can you at least go the speed limit?"
"That's how fast I'm going," Jack looked at his speedometer tapping it once or twice.
"No, Jack, you're doing the Autobahn's speed limit," Daniel tried gripping the back of Jack's seat so both of his hands could hold on to something.
"You're wrong, Daniel, there is no speed limit on the autobahn, and Let. Go. Of. My. Seat!" Jack turned around to give Daniel a killer death glare, but accidentally turned the steering wheel in the process, making the car spin out, into a cactus on the roadside.
All of SG-1 stared in shock without moving for a few minutes, and then Daniel spoke up, trying to sound smug, "Actually a majority of the Autobahn has a varying speed limit depending on what the traffic's like."
"Hey, Teal'c, feel like driving?" Jack looked over at the Jaffa deciding to ignore Daniel.
"I do not, Colonel O'Neill, but if it will make you and DanielJackson stop arguing I will," Teal'c was about to get out and switch Jack seats when a cop came and knocked on Jack's door.
"Practicin' for NASCAR?" the cop took out a pad of paper and started to scribble on it as Jack handed over his license and car registration. "Well, well, well, according to our records, you've racked up enough points on your license this year t' revoke it." The cop took Jack's driver's license and started to cut it up. "Well, I hope yer lady friend here can drive buster, cuz I better not find you driving for a while." With that, the cop strode off to his car and sped off down the road.
"…Come on, Teal'c, let's go," Jack hopped out of the car and sat down in Teal'c's seat as Teal'c sat in his, Sam putting the registration back in the glove compartment causing a flurry of small papers to fly about the car.
"Utah?" Daniel studied one of the papers, "Jack you live in Wyoming, lots of speeding tickets… in Utah?" Daniel shot Jack a very quizzical look. "How does that work?"
"Yes, I, uh, like to go fishing here," Jack shrugged his shoulders, "Anyway, it doesn't matter now because I can't drive anywhere, even Wyoming."
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"Teal'c, are you sure that the highway is in this direction?" Jack leaned over Sam's chair looking at the road ahead of them.
"Sir, please!" Sam pushed Jack back into his seat, Daniel buckling Jack's seatbelt on him.
"Hey! I'm the one in charge here!" Jack protested, crossing his legs and leaning back.
"However, Colonel O'Neill, I am the one in the driver's seat so I am in charge for the time being." Teal'c didn't give Jack as much as a sideways glance as he turned out onto the highway, sticking to the right lane.
"See, Jack, Teal'c knows what he's doing, better than you do," Daniel gave Jack a wily smirk, slipping on a pair of headphones and zoning out Jack's ranting.
"I swear, Cheeky, the minute we set foot on the next alien world, I'm setting up a transmitter and trading you with the nearest Gou'ald for a starship! Or, give you to Janet!" Jack finally found yelling was useless and decided to glare at the now sleeping archaeologist.
To be continued…