Monkey Business Chapter 4 by Abbot
Ahhhhahhahahahah!
My evil plan comes to fruition. Ever since me and
Janet starting dating each other, there's been nothing
but whispers. Yeah, we kept it quiet- Our dates, our
flings, everything. Barely a soul knows about us, and
if they do it's barely a fraction of what's going on.
Tonight is the night we figured we could get away with
actually being together in public- I mean everyone's
had a bit too much, so if it's an issue, we can just
palm it off on that. I'm barely paying attention to
Sam. Really, her and Jack's relationship isn't any of
my business, so while the girls exchange carefully
veiled messages, I go get a scotch.
When I get back, the General is glaring at Jack a
little bit. I guess he has a right to, but hey! It's
Jack. What were you expecting, exactly? Not that he's
a bad guy...just he's simple. Stuff like this doesn't
interest him. Late nights and boredom are a bad mix.
I sort of duck away, hang out by the bar with Teal'c.
He's pretty perceptive, you know. He had the feel of
the night right away. He looks at me, he says, "Daniel
Jackson, tonight will be a night of revelry."
Yeah, really?
"I see you are not surprised, Daniel Jackson."
No. Not at all.
"Do you not recall the nature of revelry on Chulak?"
Oh, shits. The wedding parties on Chulak were
something else, let me tell you. They've got the
common elements of weddings- drinking, happiness,
community - but jaffa are a passionate lot. There's
usually a brawl or two, plus drunken declarations of
love. Always interesting, those jaffa.
So, Teal'c, and me we walk over to Jack, and we start
talking about the symbology of each of our cultures'
wedding rituals. In the meantime, I'm keeping one eye
on the ladies. The reason is pretty simple- Jack's
already had three or four beers. The general has money
riding on whether or not he and Sam will get together
tonight, so I'm an interested spectator. That, and my
dear Janet and I are eager hold each other in a place
that isn't lit by a single sixty-watt bulb. Our
relationship could use some normality every now and
again. Speaking of which...
Jack was keeping an eye on them too, it appeared. The
instant they started moving towards us, he tensed.
More than that, he's alive. He's moving, smiling. Sam
really brings out the best in him, I think.
"Space-monkey here was just explaining why the groom
has to carry the bride across the threshold of their
new house. It's fascinating," he says deadpan.