"The Trouble With Icecream"

Part 2:

The reason he'd finally given in was simple: he was going to lull Jack to sleep with beers and then sneak away to have his icecream. That was the plan, anyway.

But plans, like icecream (delightful, cappuccino-flavored icecream), tended to melt away in the heat.

As soon as they got inside Jack's little "cave," the general whipped out a DVD and said, grinning, "I rented this, but I haven't watched it yet. Feel like a movie, Daniel?"

Daniel appraised the DVD in question, expression deadpan. "That one?"

Jack turned the DVD's cover around to face him, looking at it as if searching for a secret flaw. "What's wrong with The Mighty Ducks?"

Daniel groaned. He knew Jack liked hockey, but wasn't this taking it a little far? Besides that, the only ice Daniel wanted to have anything to do with, at the moment, was the kind ending in cr--

"Hel-lo-o, Daniel!" Jack said, waving his free hand in front of the archeologist's face, annoyingly. "You're getting that vacant, fly-catching look again."

Daniel batted his friend's hand away. "I told you, 'I'm tired.'"

"Uh, huh," Jack said, giving Daniel a suspicious frown.

Daniel frowned back. "Well, are we going to watch it, or not?"

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Who knows how many beers, and about two hours later, the two men stood in the middle of the General's hall.

The reason? The Mighty Ducks. The intent? House-hockey.

They were geared up like a couple of street-hockey players, except that their puck was an old cell-phone (Jack's). The hockey sticks were a bit more conventional, only, one of them was bandaged up with duct-tape... Daniel wondered how it'd gotten broken.

A second or two later, he was wondering how he'd ended up flat on his back.

"Daniel!" Jack came running. "Daniel?" He crouched next to Daniel and propped up his head on his lap. "Are you okay?"

Daniel put a hand to his throbbing forehead. "Wha'... What happened?"

Jack snickered drunkenly, then composed himself. "You passed the puck to me, and then I passed it back to you... and... ca-pow." He giggled again.

"Quit laughing!" Daniel protested, hurt. He pushed off, sitting up and clutching his head in both hands.

"I can't h-help it," Jack spluttered, "You should've seen yourself... a-and... J-Just go look!"

Daniel, curiosity peeked, got to his feet, despite a flashing of stars in his vision. He hobbled over to the mirror in the bathroom and took a look. 'Oh, Lord...'

He had the outline of an outdated cellphone smack dab in the middle of his forehead. And he was going to have to go to work like this!

All this over...over... crap. He was never going to get home like this, concussed, inebriated... That meant he had to say goodbye to any chances of icecream this night.

"Hey, Daniel," Jack said, coming up to the doorway. Daniel glowered at him to show he was listening. "Can you hear me now?" The poker face Jack was sporting didn't last long as he dissolved into a fit of hysterics.

Daniel shoved past him and into the hallway, through the hallway and into the living room. "Hey, Daniel!" Jack called after him, running to catch up. "Where're you going?"

"To sleep!" Daniel shouted back, in full-blown sulk-mode.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Jack wondered, curiously serious now.

Daniel froze midway to lying down on the couch. "Why?" he wondered, ever-so-cautiously.

Jack shrugged, all nonchalance and cloak and daggers of a sudden. "Oh, I don'no... Maybe 'cause there's somethin' in the kitchen that you should see."

Daniel scowled, sitting up completely. "What are you talking about, Jack?"

He followed the secretive man to his kitchen, where Jack turned his back to Daniel and opened the freezer. Daniel's heart began to pound as a strange suspicion formed itself in his tired, drunk, slightly bruised brain.

Jack turned around, a huge grin on his face, and a pint of icecream in each hand. "For you, Daniel."

The one he held out to an awe-struck Daniel was cappucino-flavored. "H-How did you know?" Daniel questioned, heavily taking a seat.

Jack smiled a bit smugly, if Daniel read him correctly, and took a seat facing Daniel. "That's for me to know--"

"You knew," Daniel registered, all of a sudden, getting up at the same time to find a spoon. "And you drug it out on purpose just to get to me, didn't you?" He turned an accusatorial glare on his conniving friend.

Jack grew an innocent look. "Not I..."

Daniel narrowed his eyes. "Yes, you."

Jack smiled guilessly and shook his head. "Will you get me a spoon, Daniel?"

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A/N: It's just soooo wrong, but it just felt sooo right. Hope ya'll enjoyed. Please review! -jinxed

P.S.: Thanks for the reviews everyone! very motivational. ;)