Note: Thank you so much to every one who has had fun here. I know it was fast, (this is total folly), but that was 1: I wanted to see if Daniel and Giles might be viable; yes, they are totally viable. What do i believe the rest of their week entailed? : Daniel and Giles arguing over text and translating; Buffy caring for Angel and thus really not invading/caring overly about Giles' personal life - not too much more even though I struggled with whether or not to try to add in more. Rather: I'm filling out Folly:2. and I want Daniel to discover the dark side of Joss' world beside SG-1.
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Daniel felt the teeth of his key catch the pins of the lock in the door handle, redistributing them inside the mechanism, and turned his wrist, turning the cylinder inside the knob, feeling the latch catch and pull out of the jamb and shouldered open the door.
Inside, his office smelled of black coffee and dry paper and India ink and graphite. He stuttered in two steps, slinging off the very heavy carry-all he'd packed all of the books and papers into, feeling light without the heavy pounds pressing him deep against the floor.
A sliver of light from the perpetually lit hall fell in an isosceles cutting over the cement floor, the tip stabbing the leg of his desk. In it's ambient illumination, Daniel moved around it, over to his desk, finding his chair and pulling it out, simply sitting in the generous, enfolding dark of his office, happy to be home.
In the dark, he looked at the black lump of his bag, still amazed by how much Giles had interpreted. He had several reports to make up, and several planets and a few moons needed to be revisited by other teams now that Daniel understood better who had been there and what those peoples had accomplished.
A startling buzz emanated from the hall, unscheduled gate activation a voice announced, the flashing in the corners brought a sparkle over the edges of the light spilling into Daniel's office.
There was a slap on Daniel's door, and then the door was pushed open, Jack stepping in and flicking on the lights. Daniel blinked owlishly in the sudden barrage of illumination, "Welcome back, Danny. Meeting in 10 with Hammond."
Daniel blinked, Jack smiling at him dressed in the same blue and black as Daniel.
"Say, how was your vacation with your buddy from the British Museum?"
Daniel swallowed, shrugging, "Well, it was really-"
"-tell me later. I've got some papers to gather" and Jack was off.
Daniel looked at his illuminated office, finally raising to put all of his texts and papers back into their places. Opening up the bag, he was immensely grateful and awed by how much he and Giles had accomplished, seeing the size of their work so much grander than the physical bindings and paper gathered inside the green canvas.
He twisted around, and froze. There, on a board of shellacked wood, up high on the wall facing the door, perfectly poised in the background of his seat at his desk, was a twisting Muskie, jaw open, gills wide, frozen in the air.
Apparently Teal'c had taken Jack to Lake Superior, or into the boundary waters, or some place other than the placid little pond with out fish backing up against Jack's cabin in the middle of nowhere Minnesota…
Daniel breathed out a sigh; this was better than having Sam torture him with it's a small world at every turn, he supposed, and decided, looking at the preserved beast of a fish now sharing residence in his office, that the vacation was a definite win.
He crooked a smile at the ugly thing, and thought of Giles. Daniel thought he might the only man who could go on vacation, not go fishing, and wind up with a Muskie mounted on his wall; a Muskie on his wall and several new missions and a new consultant for the base…
Good Vacation.