Turning The Tables — Interlude
Daniel Jackson — nose in a book (as usual!) — wandered into his office and stretched out a hand to his phone. "Hello?"
"Daniel …".
"Jack?" Funny how he could recognize the voice of his former CO, still best friend and constant pain in the ass. Even from Washington DC.
"You know how much I hate clichés, but you need to hear this one. Watch your back, Daniel."
"Jack?"
"You heard me; your ears don't flap over."
And Jack O'Neill — Major General and one of the most powerful men in the States — put down his bright red phone with a childish grin.
I know - inconsistent style. The rest of this fic has been done from Sam's POV, but this had to be written! Don't shoot me! Things will go back to whatever passes for normal in my weird little head for the next part.