Sorry for the long wait, I've been having computer issues. As usual, I own nothing and nobody (darn the luck!).
Sitting on the desk chair in the corner of the room, Jon nervously cleared his throat, "Do you want me to leave you alone while you roll around on your bed?" he asked sarcastically.
"If you want to watch, go ahead. I have nothing to be ashamed of," Shannon smirked and went back to rolling around on her bed and giggling, enjoying the sound of crinkling bills beneath her. "In fact, it kind of turns me on that you are watching."
Jon blushed, "Yeah well, your foursome is making me uncomfortable."
"Oh alright, I will leave my money orgy for later," Shannon sighed and sat up on the bed. She started to gather the money and count it again. "I cannot believe someone was willing to pay me ten thousand for a high school student's rendition of your uncle in his birthday suit. That is unreal!"
"Yeah, well, the Old Man has a score to settle with Uncle Danny. Something about phallic symbols and natives," Jon replied vaguely. Rubbing his hands together, he went for the distraction. "So, what are you going to do with your new found wealth?" Jon asked.
"Season tickets to the Beautiful Game!" Shannon exclaimed.
Jon got excited, "You're buying us season tickets to the Avalanche! All right!"
"No, dork brain! The Beautiful Game better known as football, futbol or soccer. Eleven well built athletes racing around on a field of green, occasionally knocking the crap out of each other," she explained to Jon as if he were mentally deficient. "Especially the Dynamo," she muttered under her breath.
"Oh, I thought you meant hockey," Jon said in a dejected voice.
"Is Jon-boy pouting? That is so sweet!" Shannon patted him on the head, "If you want, just think of it as hockey without sticks."
The clone scowled at her and swatted her hand away. He made a mental note that he needed a haircut if she could mess up his hair. "At least I have the recording you made. Adam made me a sweet deal of my own," he said perking up.
"I hesitate to ask what your ill gotten gain is," Shannon said taking a slight step back from him.
"It involves a Mr. Beer kit and an Ancient Egyptian recipe for beer," he grinned down at her. "And enough green to get me tickets to the Stanley Cup finals. So there," he stuck his tongue out at her.
"Have I mentioned this week that you have an unhealthy obsession with alcohol and the Simpsons?" the petite redhead looked at him like she was ready to call the men with white coats.
"Yeah, well, everyone needs a hobby," the old man turned teen said as he waggled his eyebrows at her.
"I have to tell you that is a good thing I am your friend or you might have been fitted for a self hugging jacket a long time ago," Shannon told him as she put her new fortune in a special hiding place. She needed to go to a couple of banks the next day and deposit it before her sister found her stash. Putting her arm around his shoulder, she lead him out of the room, "Come on, you, I'm buying the ice cream this afternoon!"
1 month later...
Daniel looked around Jack's backyard as off duty members gathered for a Barbeque, SG1 style. Lying in a lounge chair as if his bones had liquefied, he found his old friend. Making his way over, he dropped into the empty chair next to him.
"How is it going?" he inquired.
"As long as the beer in my cooler holds out, I'll be fine," Adam replied.
"You brought your own? Have you given up being a mooch?" Daniel was slightly confused.
"Try this and tell me you would drink that swill Jack calls beer," the other linguist handed over a plain plastic bottle.
Taking a drink, Daniel's eyes widened in shock. "Gods! This isn't beer! How did you get your hands on this ambrosia?"
"You'd be surprised at the things you can get with a little leverage," Adam smiled mysteriously.
Thanks to ShannonK for letting me borrow her. This fic started with her's and a plot bunny that came up (or two actually). If you want this story to make absolute sense you should read her Spacemonkey series. Now of course, there was a third bunny but my cousin is playing for the US Men's Olympic Soccer Team so don't expect to hear from me till the end of August.
Go USA!!