Of Jellyfish and Space Travelers
Phobias
Thanks to lakewater for this idea!
Daniel picked up a starfish on the beach and turned it over in his hand, stroking its little legs. Jack walked up behind him, saw the starfish, and ran off screaming.
Daniel started, squeaking in shock. "Jack?" he asked, looking around. The colonel was hiding behind a random woman's cooler.
"Um…Jack?"
"Who is that?!" the woman yelped, leaping out of her seat. Jack waved feebly.
"Oh, sorry ma'am, he's with me."
Daniel took Jack by the arm and pulled him away from the cooler. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. I'm…fine."
Daniel stared at him. "You saw a starfish and ran off screaming."
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you did."
"Okay, look." Jack shifted uneasily."I've got…issues…with…COUGHstarfishCOUGH."
"Starfish?"
"Yes, okay? I was young!" Daniel stared at his friend.
"Okaaaaaay."
"So, anyway, Danny…do you want to go see that show tonight?"
"What show?"
"It's like, lyrical ballet or something. Carter has her heart set on it." Daniel paled, shuddering.
"I can't."
"Why not? It might be fun, there are hot women there."
"Jack, I CAN'T. I can't watch…you know what."
"What?"
"I can't take…IT."
"WHAT?"
"LYRICAL BALLET! I can't watch LYRICAL BALLET!" He burst into tears.
At that moment, Sam showed up with Mitchell, who was trying to count to 1256 on his fingers. She smiled at the colonel and the archaeologist. "Hi, what's going on?"
"Jack has starfish issues." Daniel pointed at Jack's nose.
"Dammit, Daniel!" Jack shoved him (sort of like a grammar school kid would).
"Starfish? WHERE?!" screeched Mitchell, looking around wildly.
They all ignored him. "Daniel is afraid of ballet!"
"Lyrical ballet, Jack, lyrical!"
At that moment, Sheppard and McKay happened to walk by. "Jeez." Muttered Shep, nudging Rodney in the ribs. "Aren't they so weird?"
"Yeah, I guess…Oh, no…LEMONADE! EEEEEEK!" Rodney screamed, running away from little girl who had appeared behind Sheppard. He ran so fast that he slammed into Jack, sending the colonel flying next to a pail of dead starfish. He then flailed his arms and twisted in the air near Daniel. The archaeologist blanched.
Sam, just freaked, retreated behind Mitchell. "732!" squeaked Cameron, grinning triumphantly at his left hand.
Sheppard shook his head sadly. "SG teams are so screwed up." he observed.
Jonas laid back next to Teal'c, sipping on an orange soda. "Oh, this is fun isn't it?"
"It is indeed amusing to observe others in their feeble attempts at shoving each other into the pool."
"Oh, come now, Ronon!"
"Doc, I am not going in that pool!"
"Oh, bloody hell. Why not?" snapped Carson.
Ronon just growled.
I know this chapter was really short, but I had to give you something. So, I'll start trying to do the suggestions now. They're all so good! Oh, and by the way, in my world, Jack's still a colonel. And he's still in charge of SG-1. I know this makes NO sense, but I don't really like Jack as a general. Cam's just there because, well, he's there.