Decisions, Decisions, Decisions...

Rated: G

Spoilers: Uh… don't think so…

Season: 8

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Stargate cuz then I'd well… you don't need to know! lol

A/N: All these little stories are "in-betweeners" for the big stories…. I'm just outta ideas right now… but enjoy!


"I tell her… I tell her not… I tell her… I tell her not? Damn, 'nother flower?" The counting started over. "I tell her… I tell her not… I tell her… I tell her not… I tell her. Damn! There's one petal left! I tell her not," Jack sighed resignedly. Three flowers down and all three told him not to tell her.

"Jack?" Daniel stopped as Jack poked his head up.

"Yep?"

"What are you doing?"

The general stared at the flower in his hands and his multi-colored fingertips. Carefully he hid the mutilated flower behind his back.

"Nothing."

Daniel tilted his head. "Uh huh, I saw that flower. What are you doing?"

"Pulling flower petals." Jack pulled the flower back in front of him.

"I can see that. Why are you pulling flower petals?"

"It's classified." Daniel snorted loudly.

"Suuuuure it is. It's Sam, isn't it?" Jack gaped at him, the man was bloody psychic! "And Jack, before you say anything, I'm not psychic, but it's written all over your face… and fingers."

Jack sighed. "Yeah yeah yeah… it's about Sam." Daniel had a look on his face that said 'no-kidding.' Jack scowled back. "I'm debate whether I should tell her…" the general knew he'd gone too far, he'd never told anyone about him and Sam.

"Whether you love her or not?" Daniel said suggestively.

"That's not what I was gonna say!"

"Yes it was."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"Wasn't."

"Was."

"Wasn't."

"Jack, shut it." This time Jack glared at his friend. Daniel met it evenly and O'Neill knew he'd lost.

"Is it that noticeable?" Daniel laughed and nodded his head.

"There's a… oops."

"There's a what space monkey?"

"You haven't called me that in a while."

"Stop changing the subject Daniel. There's a what?"

"Pool."

"A betting pool!"

"Uh huh."

"Oh." Jack sat back in his chair and continued to pluck off the poor flower petals. With a muted enraged gurgle, Jack proceeded to pick up another flower. Daniel watched this with amusement.

"Jack, how many flowers have you gone through?"

"About 300."

"You realize they all have… or had six petals right?"

"So?"

"It'll always come out to 'tell her not' if you start with 'tell her.'" With that, Daniel walked out of Jack's office as the owner stared after him. Jack then glanced at the destroyed flowers and their petals on the ground.

"NOOOOOOO!"

Down the hallway, Daniel smiled in satisfaction.


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