A/N: 5/25/2007: I was reading this over again, which I sometimes do for fun, and realized that it's a bit of a spoof!fic. laughs So, you are advised to not take it too seriously.

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"The Trouble With Icecream"

Part 1:

It was an addiction.

Daniel had discovered a new drug, and its name was cappucino icecream. He woke up in the morning, craving it. He woke up at night and wandered into the kitchen, only to return with a bowl of it in hand. And then when his stomach ached from too much caffeine, he wondered why.

Sometimes, people didn't realize they had a problem until it was too late.

He was just leaving the SGC when his stomach started to growl amusingly. Unfortunately, Jack O'Neill happened to be riding shotgun with him.

"Was that... your stomach, Daniel?" the General wondered, humorously.

Daniel blushed and shrugged. "Guess I forgot to eat lunch again," he mumbled as explanation, his mind already straying to that pint of icecream at home in his freezer.

He couldn't wait-- "Ahem, I asked, 'Did you want to get something to eat on our way'? My treat," Jack repeated. Daniel must've been zoning out when he asked it the first time. Wait a second...

"Uhm," he hedged, not sure how to say "no" without coming out like he was blowing his friend off... for icecream. "I'm kind of pooped actually. I'll just get a snack before going to bed," he half-lied. He would be getting a snack--it just wouldn't be a healthy one.

"Great, mind if I stop in, then?" Jack invited himself. Daniel refrained from groaning. There was no way he was letting Jack get his hands on that pint of icecream. No way.

"Maybe next time, I have a headache too... I just want to get home as soon as possible, and not have to worry about taking you home later. Is that okay?" Yeesh, he hoped he didn't sound as rude as he thought he did.

Jack was giving him a speculative look when Daniel glanced at him furtively to gauge what he might be thinking. What was that look for? "No problem, why don't you come over my place then? You can have that snack with me and crash on my sofa."

No, no, no, no, no! Why was he doing this? Couldn't he see that all Daniel wanted was the creamy, coffee flavor of cappucino flavored, cold, craving-satisfying icecream?

Daniel's fingers tightened on the steering wheel, convulsively, as he bit back a sharp retort. There was no way Jack was going to keep him from his beloved icecream. "Maybe some other night," he said, sounding rather forced.

"Do you have a lover, Daniel?"

Daniel coughed spasmodically, and Jack wondered, "You okay?"

"Y-Yes," Daniel got out around his coughs. "I don't have a lover!"

"Ok-aay," Jack replied, with open disbelief, "Then why are you so adamant about me not coming over?"

"I-I'm not," Daniel retorted, rather too sharply to give his words credibility.

"Uh-hu-uh," Jack claimed in a sing-song tone. He was having way too much fun for Daniel's comfort. Shoot... How was he going to get himself out of this one?

"So? Why do you want to spend time with me so badly?" Daniel threw back at his friend in desperation. All this over a little, pint of icecream.

Jack took a moment; Daniel had to give him credit for not spluttering. After the moment of thought was over, he drew a breath and asked, "Why won't you let me come over?" A pause, and then he questioned, sadly, plaintively, "Don't you love me, Daniel?"

Daniel cleared his throat.

After a beat, he relented, "I'll go over to your house."

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A/N: I intend to finish this, but I feel like a need a little motivation. So I'm posting it before it's complete.