Of Jellyfish and Space Travelers
What Did He Say?
I don't own SGA or SG-1. I think we all know this by now.
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Daniel lay on the warm surface near the pool, his head aching and his back feeling as if he'd just landed on it. Which he had. Mitchell stood over him, giving the archaeologist an eye-brow raise that would make Teal'c jealous.
"You OK, Jackson?" the colonel asked, holding out a hand. "I really didn't mean to knock you over."
"M'kayjusgimmetenminutsanillbefine…"
"What?"
"Jusgimmetenminutes andill be fine!"
"Just Guinea ten tetanus and I'll be fined?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
Daniel blinked, looking up into Mitchell's face. He squinted, shaking his head. "I'venoideawatyerrtalkinbout."
"I've Nadia water dog and bout?"
Daniel blinked again. "What're you saying?" he slurred slightly, wondering how Mitchell could possibly get any more annoying. "Whatever." said the archaeologist, staring up into the sky again.
"That I heard." snapped Mitchell, reaching down and pulling Daniel up. The man rubbed his head, looking a bit dazed. "You sure you're okay, Jackson?" At that moment, Sam walked up.
"Daniel!" she said, alarmed. "What happened?"
"Ijusfellnobigdeal." Daniel moaned.
"Did you say, 'Adjust foul no picked eel'?" questioned Samantha, frowning slightly.
Daniel stared at his two teammates for a few moments. "Yes." He said, voice dripping with annoyance. "Yes of course. If that makes any sense whatsoever!" Grumbling something, Daniel decided to make his way to the buffet.
Mitchell blinked and turned to Sam. "What did he say?"
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I felt the sudden need to poke fun at Cam's intelligence. Sorry to all you Mitchell fans out there. Don't worry, our favorite Atlantis peeps are coming out next chapter!