sorry i took so long! more should come soon... i hope, this chapter isn't so interesting, but...oh yeah, this chapter is for cripeswolfdee!


"Okay Jack, it's my turn."

"For what?"

"Doing something."

"Oh no."

"It's not as bad as it seems Jack."

"Okay, we'll try it out then."

"Come on."

They trotted off down the hall, away from the Control Room. Jack noticed that this was a familiar path.

"Daniel… where are we going?" he asked suspiciously.

"My lab."

Jack pulled up short. "Your LAB?" Daniel turned to him impatiently.

"Yes Jack, my lab. Now let's go."

"Oh no you don't." O'Neill didn't budge. Daniel sighed, he really wanted to get his artifacts catalogued, but, as he found out earlier, Jack couldn't be trusted to be left alone. So he invented something.

"Jack, it's not what you think. I'm not gonna catalogue my rocks." Yet.

The colonel eyed him warily. "You sure?"

"No Jack, I'm bringing you for torture," he said sarcastically. "Come on!"

"Okay then." They turned back down the hallway and into the elevator. Jack watched the numbers go up slowly.

"So, where do you think everybody went?" Jack still counted the numbers. 27…26… "JACK!"

"Wha?"

"Where do you think everyone went?"

"Out there."

"No really Jack."

He shrugged. "I have no idea, maybe some alien is determined to wipe humanity off the face of the Earth and they all evacuated to the Alpha Site and we slept through the phone calls."

There was an awkward silence.

Then, "Jack, they would have gotten us if missed a phone call. Right?" Jack and Daniel looked at each other. The doors opened and they stepped out.

"Well…"

"Yeah."

"So!"

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Let's go Jack." They kept down the halls and arrived at Daniel's lab. "Have a seat Jack."

"'k." He sat. Daniel rounded him and patted him on the back.

"Right, now let's get cataloguing."

"Ok." They set to work. Daniel grinned. Did he love that thing or did he love that thing? Go Sam! The device, although experimental, on Jack's back made people do what you told them to if they didn't suspect anything – like O'Neill.

He expected to have fun when Daniel put it on. He made have had thoughts about why he was doing this, but those thoughts were suppressed to the point of a fleeting thought. Like when you're working hard and all of a sudden you think "Food anyone?" and keep working.

Jack obeyed Daniel, he asked questions and such. Where does this go, how would you like it catalogued? And stuff like that. A couple times while writing Jack thought, What the hell am I doing? Daniel's having me catalogue rocks…huh. Oh well, and he'd keep working. Every time, though, the impulse got stronger. Once he stumbled and stopped. He blinked at Daniel.

"Danny?"

"Yep?"

"What am I doing?"

"Cataloguing."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Good reason." With that Jack went back to work. Daniel found, after two hours, that he should stop doing this to Jack. So, with his friend sitting in the same place he was when Daniel had put the device on, Daniel took it off.

The colonel looked up. "So Daniel what are we doing here?"

"Having fun."

"Suuure. I want coffee."

Well, Daniel did, if not Jack.