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Legato with vengeance
Is there Ever Such a Thing as a Normal Day at the SGC
Chapter 7
"Dang, Pauline's winning," Jack slammed his fist on the laptop computer, and then glanced around quickly, darting back to his computer game.
"Jack, what are you doing?" Daniel stared at the computer screen, realizing that Jack was playing a card game on line.
"None of your business, Space Monkey," Jack closed the top of the computer, giving Daniel his most indignant look.
"Jack…" Daniel started to scold his commanding officer of his childish behavior.
"Oh, hush, Space Monkey, I can play games if I want, besides if I stop no one else can continue the game…" Jack suddenly put the screen back up realizing there was a giant pop-up with a bunch of explosions in the background a big glowing letters saying, "Congratulations: You lose!" and a little smiley face sticking its tongue out at Jack. "DANIEL!"
"It's not my fault you stopped playing!" Daniel started starring at the massage on Jack's computer screen.
"Hey! That was so your…"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, SIR, DANIEL, SHUT UP OR I'M SPLITTING YOU TWO UP!" Carter turned around from her passenger side seat to yell at the not-so-dynamic-duo.
"Please, Major Cater, do not let their squabbling get on your… nerves," Teal'c felt unsure about whether he had used the phrase correctly, "they are just trying to get attention." Teal'c tried to calm Sam down before she tried to kill anybody, or attempt to take the wheal from him and kill all of them.
"Oh yeah, we're just attention starved little kids, aren't we, Danny-boy," Jack rolled his eyes.
A prolonged silence fell on the occupants of the rented army car as Teal'c drove them down the highway at the exact speed limit despite the fact that no one uses the highway at one in the morning.
"How long have we been driving now?" Daniel looked at the clock in the car, pushing the bridge of his glasses up.
"Twenty-five hours and two minutes," Teal'c spoke in his usual Jaffa-robot voice.
"Why can't we stop, now?" Daniel looked around the car hopelessly.
"Listen, Daniel, if you wanna get 'beamed up' by that little freak show and used as some kind of guinea pig you can walk home! But I'm not going to!" Jack pointed out the window for no really good reason.
"But, Jack, we're going in the opposite direction of Cheyenne Mountain," Daniel started in with his classical, 'I'm going to whine about the truth until you get it through your thick skull' voice.
"Well… That's because… a… hedoesn'tknowwe'regoingthere," Jack spit out the phrase in one breath.
"What!?" Daniel began to feel very confused.
"I said 'he doesn't know we're going there' because he doesn't. Ok, are. You. Happy. Now.?" Jack stared at Daniel, obviously done with the conversation.
"Good night!" Daniel switched off the light on his side of the car, leaning against the strap of his seatbelt, deciding to get some sleep before the next round.
***
"Wakey, wakey, Danny," Jack started to poke Daniel in the forehead, but he still didn't get up. "Fine, be that way…" Jack started to think a little about some methods of torture that he could apply to this situation, when finally something came to him, But just before he was going to run off to make the necessary arrangements Daniel sat up grabbing the back of his shirt collar.
"You weren't thinking of doing anything to harm me were you?" Daniel shot Jack an all knowing glance. Then he leaned forward, climbing out of the car.
"Oh no," Jack murmured sarcastically putting his hand up in the air as Daniel brushed past him, over to where Teal'c was standing with his own luggage. Deciding to ignore 'Mr. Grumpy-in-the-morning' Jack tried to change the subject, "So, T-man… ah, where exactly are we?"
"I do not know I only followed the road signs in an attempt to reach the destination you wished us to visit, but I stopped after I could no longer understand the words written on the signs that were along the highway." Teal'c reported with his usual Jaffa consistency.
"…Sooo, in English that means?" Jack shrugged his shoulders not comprehending Teal'c's 'Jaffaish'.
"It means we're not in Kansas anymore, Sir," Carter poked her head out of the lobby of the hotel where she had just reserved them rooms.
"Really," Jack winced, "What have I told you about using clichés, major? I mean……" Jack put his hand to his forehead, only this time he felt he just might have a real headache.
"You mean to say that you were going to punish me for falling asleep on the trip, but you went to asleep, too?" Daniel raised an eyebrow at the colonel's logic.
"Oh, don't go being a downer, Space Monkey; just call it late afternoon wake-up call." Jack smiled, heaving some luggage out of the trunk and shoving into Daniel's arms.
"Sir, what was that about clichés?" Carter shot Jack a, 'I win' sort of look, which Jack responded to by giving her an extra heavy suit case to carry.
"Now remind me where we are again, Teal'c," Jack asked the Jaffa as SG-1 began making their way to their completely separated rooms.
"I believe you called it Mexico, Jack O'Neill." Teal'c then turned in a different direction to get to his room than Jack was going and suddenly BAM! Jack found himself manacled upside-down inside a space ship.
"… Not my day," Jack looked around him, "so not my day…."
To be continued…