Tag #30 – The Power of Urgo Compels You

"This is the best pie I've ever had!"

"Well, what's so different about it?" Sam asked with a mouthful of jello.

Daniel ignored the conversation in favor of grabbing more of the super-delicious pie. What's making this taste so good? he wondered, eyeing a piece of chocolate-cream pie at the other end of the table. Ooh yeah, I want that. He reached out towards the pie.

"Hey, watch it!"

"Whoops, sorry Jack." Daniel's grin revealed that he was not sorry in the slightest. He lifted his hand and Pushed the zat back at Jack. It flew into the older man's chest, and he grunted with the impact.

"No fair disarming me on an alien planet," Jack said, gesturing at the very wet jungle landscape. Various rocks lay strewn about the soft earth, and a few yards away the ground became smooth stone in front of a huge temple. A few yards the other way, a somewhat familiar-looking man in a black flightsuit was standing on one hand, all sorts of objects leisurely orbiting his body.

"Relax, Jack," Daniel said, Pulling Jack's sunglasses out of his pocket and putting them on his own face. "Hey look, no hands!"

"Showoff," Jack muttered, scraping mud off his boot with a sharp rock. He let out a startled yelp as an unseen force suddenly yanked at him, knocking him off-balance and straight into a puddle. He sputtered. "What the hell? Daniel!"

Daniel had never looked more innocent than he did right now. "Luke told me I had to practice if I wanted to be any good at this. Hang on." Squinting a little, he made a small wave of his hand. Jack abruptly left the ground and was tossed lightly through the air, coming to a stop just before he would've hit a rather large tree. "Whoops," Daniel said sheepishly.

"Dammit, Daniel, I'm not a yo-yo," Jack shouted, his voice taking on a distinctly unmanly squeak of surprise at finding himself doing an involuntary imitation of George of the Jungle, sans vine-rope.

"I was aiming for the mud," Daniel explained, letting Jack land on his ass with a muffled thud. "Here, let me try again..."

"NO!" Jack yelled, then coughed and forced himself to speak a little quieter. "I'll just do it the old-fashioned way with water and soap, thanks anyway." Picking himself up, he high-tailed it for the sanctuary of the stone temple, leaving squishy brown bootprints behind.

Daniel stood in the courtyard for a few more minutes, Pushing and Pulling large rocks to test his abilities. Finally, the handstanding man spoke up. "Do you feel ready to move on to larger targets?" he asked without opening his eyes or allowing his orbiting satellites to slow or falter.

"I thought size matters not," Daniel mused, braiding three tree branches together.

"It doesn't," the man admitted, "but most of my students have it drilled into their heads for years that heavier objects are harder to lift. I myself had quite a time trying to understand that, until Master Yoda Pulled my x-wing right out of a swamp after I'd failed."

"Hmm, x-wing..." Daniel thought out loud, allowing a small smile to form on his lips. "Sam's tinkering with yours, isn't she?"

The man finally opened his eyes to look at his newest student. "Daniel," he admonished, "the Force is not to be used for parlor tricks or your own amusement." Yet he also wore an indulgent smile, and Daniel guessed he'd been through this dance with students before.

"Right, sorry Luke," Daniel apologized, tying the trees in a half-hitch without snapping them or dislodging any leaves.

"Of course," Luke said after a moment, closing his eyes again, "if you were to levitate the x-wing itself, that would be good practice for training to lift heavier objects."

Daniel grinned. "Of course."

Five minutes later, the jungle rang out with a shriek of, "Daniel, put me down!" Luke smiled to himself and added another rock to his collection.

Daniel fled from the scene, thoroughly pleased with how smoothly the levitation had gone. He hadn't made the ship crash or anything. Now, to find Teal'c...he didn't know quite what the Jaffa could "help" him with yet, but he was sure there would be something.

"All I do know is...I don't even like yogurt."

Daniel blinked, suddenly finding himself back in the SGC commissary. A piece of chocolate pie had somehow found its way over to him, but he had no memory of grabbing it. The whipped chocolate filling was wobbling a little as if it had suddenly been...yanked across the table.

He eyed it curiously as he took a big bite. I didn't just...no, I couldn't. Figuring there was no other way to find out, he idly scanned the table and focused on Sam's jello, trying to make it slide across the table. Nothing.

"What're you looking at my jello for?" Sam asked, noticing.

"Er, nothing," he said hastily with a dismissive wave. "Forget it. Go back to your jello."

To his surprise, she immediately went back to eating the blue dessert with an almost pornographic look of joy on her face. Ordinarily he would've found that odd and worthy of questioning, but there was a perfectly good – better than perfectly good – slice of chocolate pie in front of him, just screaming, "Eat me, Daniel! It's why I'm here!" And who was he to argue? Putting all thoughts of the odd vision out of his head, he happily dug in.

Unfortunately the moment was spoiled by a loud voice announcing, "SG-1, report to Med Lab three." Daniel cast a look at the loudspeaker, glaring at it. I didn't even get to finish my pie! he grumbled mentally as he got up to follow his teammates out of the room. What could be more important than finishing dessert?

As he left the commissary, he could hear Jack going back for seconds. Or maybe it was fourths...fifths? God knew. Dammit, I should've brought my pie with me, he berated himself as Jack jogged down the hall, four bemused and hassled-looking SFs in tow.