A/N - I still own nothing

Chapter 1 - Present Time

"Daniel, I swear you're an accident waiting to happen."

"Hey, that's no fair. You've been in the infirmary for stupid things as well."

"Yes, but I have never been here for falling off my desk and breaking my wrist." Jack looked over at his friend sitting on the bed as a nurse set a cast on his left wrist. "Why were you even standing on your desk in the first place?"

Daniel's cheeks brightened a bit and looked around the room for something to distract Jack, finding nothing he glanced up at his friend through his eyelashes, "I…uh…why do you want to know?"

Daniel really should have known better, as he his best friend start to smile, than trying to stall Jack O'Neill in finding out anything, especially if anything is embarrassing in nature to one Daniel Jackson.

"Well, let me see. Why do I want to know? I think a better question is why don't you want to tell me? I mean come on, how embarrassing can it be. I already know you fell off your desk, that's fodder for the future right there. "

"It's not that I don't want to tell you…it's that…hmmm…" Daniel's voice faltered when he saw Jack giving him the Teal'c eyebrow. Daniel scowled and pouted, "Fine. I was trying to get the package of coffee that I hid atop of the fluorescent lights in my office, and my desk must have moved a bit or I put the coffee further than I intended, overreached and I fell. There! Happy?"

"Hidden coffee huh?"

"Don't give me that look. I ran out and I needed some coffee, good coffee and I had forgotten that I hid some when Janet was on the "caffeine is bad" fix that she was trying to get me on after I descended."

"Oh yeah...I remember that. Mostly because you went crazy just trying to find a cup of coffee on the base, no one was willing to risk the wrath of Janet. Was it even still good after it's been there a year and a half? And wouldn't it be too hot up there. You'd think it would have started burning." Jack made a face at the thought of mouldy coffee. Does coffee even go bad?

"I don't know it never did. And I never got to brew it since I fell off the damn desk."

Jack shrugged then slapped Daniel on the shoulder, "Well, now that you got your wrist broken, SG-1 is off rotation for planet hopping. You can come onto the base after a couple days off, after that you can take some leave or work in your office." Jack gave Daniel a glare, "No going off-planet till that heals."

"But, Jaaaaack!"

"Ah, no buts. I am the General here, the man on the top. What I say goes."

Daniel snorted, "Yeah right."

"Hey! People listen and do what I say." Jack gave a glance at Daniel, "Okay, well, you're not people obviously."

Daniel gave a long suffering sigh at the thought of actually doing what Jack says, "I guess I can help Cassie with that school project she asked me about yesterday. I thought I wouldn't be able to help her out before it was due but it looks like I have some time now."

Jack patted Daniel's back, "That's the spirit. See, you won't be bored with Cass around. What does she want help with anyway?"

"She has to do a family tree and at first she wanted to use Janet's family, but since she's gone and can't answer any questions, she asked if she can do mine."

Jack pouted a bit, "Why did she ask to do yours? She could have asked for mine."

"And you could have helped with what time? You can barely get through the paperwork for the base."

"I'll have you know that I've gotten much better throughout the year. You can at least see my desk now."

"And now that we have that ZPM and sending the Daedalus to Atlantis and finding out about a new enemy, and it looks like you might get promoted…again; do you really think you have time for anything?"

"Uhh, nope and thanks for reminding me I have no life. Maybe I should retire before they do try to promote me again, at least I could get to my cabin and watch the days go by."

"And you would be bored within a week. But then again with the talk about the Stargate Program going public, you might want to."

"Okay, Dr. Jackson. All done." Daniel smiled at the nurse as she finished setting the cast, "Now remember Dr. Brightman's instructions, and here are the pain relievers if you need them."

Daniel took the pill bottle and smiled again, "Thank you."

"So how are you getting home?" Jack asked as they started walking down the hallway of the SGC towards the elevator.

"Driving my car."

"Nuh-uh, not after falling down and doped up with pain relievers. Come on; let's see if Sam and Teal'c want to come over to my place for dinner. Then we can drop you off at home with your car."

Daniel shrugged in agreement, "Sure, I just want to call Cassie first to tell her to go ahead on the research of my family. She said she found some great sites on the Internet."

"Great! Let's go."

'Hmmm, food…' Cassie lifted her chicken sandwich to her lips, and just her luck, the phone rings before she takes a bite. 'Darn it. Let it go to voicemail, Cassie. You haven't eaten since lunch and that was 6 hours ago.' She lifted the sandwich to her mouth again, and then put it back down on the plate. No matter how hard she tried, she never could let the phone keep ringing. She believes it's either because her mother instilled such good manners in her or the phone is still a bit alien to her even after about 8 years on Earth. Perhaps a bit of both.

"Hello, Cassie Frasier speaking."

Daniel smiled as the perky voice answered the phone, "Hey Cass, it's Daniel."

"Hey Daniel, what's up?" She eyed her sandwich hungrily, and then forgot about it at Daniel's next words.

"I can help you out with that project of yours after all."

"Really!" Daniel winced and rubbed his abused ear after Cassie let out her squeal, 'How do females do that?' Cassie then let out a babble of words. "Wait, how come you can do it all of a sudden? When we talked yesterday, you said there was no way you had enough time with the travelling and the paperwork after each…trip. Did you hurt yourself again? Did it happen during "travelling"? Were you sparing with Jack again? Soooo… are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Let's not get into that right now. Suffice it to say I'm going to have some free time and if you want you can start up some of those internet searches you were talking about." Daniel looks at his plaster encased wrist, "Actually, can you do all the keyboard work? I'm probably not going to be able to type in a while."

"I knew it! Something did happen. You can't hide it for long, and when you come over I'm going to see whatever injury you have." Cassie picked up her sandwich and bit into it, since it was Daniel he won't care if she talked with her mouth full. Good manners be damned. He would understand being to busy to eat. "And thanks Daniel, I'll get right onto those searches. You're parents names were Melbourne and Claire Jackson right?"

Daniel frowned at the muffled words coming out of the other end of the receiver. "Yes, they are…Cassie, are you talking with your mouth full?"

"Ummm, yeah." Crap, he does care. Cassie swallowed the bite in her mouth.

Daniel shook his head, "You gotta stop picking up Jack's bad habits."

"Oh, yeah right…Jack. Okay, Daniel whatever you say. Anyway, I'll get right on those searches and you'll be by tomorrow right? I'll be home since it's a Saturday, so I'll see you then. Bye Daniel." Cassie hung up quickly before Daniel could say anymore about her bad habits. Speaking of, 'hmmmm…. food.'