"Doctor Jackson?" came a voice from the corridor.
Looking up from the Briefing Room table, Daniel saw Sergeant Siler
standing the doorway.
"Whatcha need, Siler?" Jack asked from his place at the table.
"Mail call, sir." Siler replied, gesturing to the large stack of
envelopes he was holding. "I was asked to give these to Dr. Jackson."
"Thank you, Siler," Daniel said with a nod as he began flipping
through the letters.
"Daniel," Jack said. "Have you heard of a mailbox?"
The archeologist just shrugged, "When I don't pick my mail up for a
couple...uh...weeks, the post office forwards it here."
"Weeks?" Jack repeated. Sure, they all spent the majority of their
time in the SGC, or off-world. But even Carter was home frequently
enough to get her mail. "Daniel..." he started, but stopped short
when something in the pile of mail caught his attention. "Hey,
what's this?" Jack asked, grabbing a postcard off the table.
Daniel looked what Jack was holding and raised his eyebrows. "That
is something called a postcard, Jack," he said in a mocking tone.
"Funny," Jack replied. "Hmm, the White Cliffs of Dover," Jack
motioned to the picture on the front of the postcard. Flipping it
over, he scanned the writing on the back. "What is this? Code?" Jack
muttered, his eyes drawn in confusion. "'Wash your wore her?'"
Snatching the postcard from Jack's hand, Daniel looked over the
writing and shook his head in disbelief. "That's not code, Jack. It
says, 'Wish you were here.' Janet must have sent it from that
medical conference in England she went to."
"Why didn't Doc send me a card?" Jack asked, suspiciously.
Daniel tried to ignore the warmth flooding to his cheeks. "I don't
know...maybe because you constantly fight with her during pre and
post mission exams?"
"So?"
"So...she doesn't wish you were there," Daniel concluded with a
smirk.
"Yeah, yeah...doctor's pet," Jack muttered, glancing over at the
scribble of writing Daniel was still pouring over.
"How can you even read that?"
Daniel shrugged as a smile crossed his face. "It's my job to
translate foreign text."
"Then what does that say?" Jack gestured to the scrawled words at
the bottom of the page.
Jack hid a smile as Daniel nervously cleared his
throat. "Umm...I...uh...can't tell."
"Really?" Jack said, a mischievous look in his eyes. Before Daniel
could react Jack had made a grab for the postcard. "Looks pretty
clear to me."
"Is that so?" Daniel said, throwing Jack a dirty look.
"Yep," Jack replied with a satisfied smirk. "She wrote, 'I lurve
your.'"
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