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icarusThe Walls of Jericho - 2 (from part 1 here)
by Icarus
Jack waited Daniel out in the commissary. Various personnel gave them curious looks as the doors of the commissary opened and shut while Jack and Daniel glared at each other across a table, unmoving. Daniel had an infuriating 'knowing' look on his face, as if he knew anything at all. Jack swiped his mouth, hardened his jaw, and tried not to feel totally bare-assed naked.
He squirmed in the hard plastic seat, wondering if they made these things out of poured concrete when they built this bunker.
"I have an iron ass. I've sat through hundreds of hours of lecture," Daniel informed him with a casual gesture. "You can't win. So, you might as well talk. My office? Yours -?" His tone was almost gracious, annoyingly concerned.
Jack's smile tightened as he took a sip of his tea, eyes glimmering over the cup at Daniel, who calmly sipped his coffee. That was Daniel's second cup -- which should just about do it. He'd been in the field with Daniel often enough to exploit his weaknesses.
Sure enough, within a half hour Daniel began to shift uncomfortably. Though he stuck it out, clearing his throat as he shifted again. Obviously waiting for Jack to also budge -- for the same reason no doubt.
It was cruel to let the man suffer, so Jack tapped the edge of his cup. It made a little pinging sound.
"Ginger tea. It's a non-diuretic. In field tests you can't afford to stop and take a leak," Jack explained. He waved Daniel away victoriously, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Go along to the little boy's room. I'll be riiiight here when you get back."
The look Daniel gave as he stood said, like hell. Oh, he was so right.
~*~*~
Surprisingly, Daniel didn't push it after that.
He didn't show up at Jack's door that evening (which Jack had half-expected with no little dread), nor did he corner Jack in his office again. Daniel only nodded politely during the briefing for P5R-762 at 0930 the next morning, eyes dark and lingering a bit too long, but he didn't stare - for which Jack was infinitely grateful. He'd been through this before and didn't like being looked at like a specimen of an unknown species. He was Colonel Jack O'Neill, damn it, and no different from before. But Daniel seemed to handle it better than most, probably from working with all these aliens.
Jack did a routine threat assessment: Daniel had no few of his secrets already, and could be trusted with them. Would he confide in Carter? No. He knew better than that. Teal'c? Possibly. Yeah. A distinct possibility. Daniel needed to talk about 'things.' But Teal'c kept secrets like Fort Knox. Better than Daniel, actually.
Secure, Jack waited for casual conversation to resume so they could put that little slip behind them.
He really ought to have known better.
Part III here.
by Icarus
Jack waited Daniel out in the commissary. Various personnel gave them curious looks as the doors of the commissary opened and shut while Jack and Daniel glared at each other across a table, unmoving. Daniel had an infuriating 'knowing' look on his face, as if he knew anything at all. Jack swiped his mouth, hardened his jaw, and tried not to feel totally bare-assed naked.
He squirmed in the hard plastic seat, wondering if they made these things out of poured concrete when they built this bunker.
"I have an iron ass. I've sat through hundreds of hours of lecture," Daniel informed him with a casual gesture. "You can't win. So, you might as well talk. My office? Yours -?" His tone was almost gracious, annoyingly concerned.
Jack's smile tightened as he took a sip of his tea, eyes glimmering over the cup at Daniel, who calmly sipped his coffee. That was Daniel's second cup -- which should just about do it. He'd been in the field with Daniel often enough to exploit his weaknesses.
Sure enough, within a half hour Daniel began to shift uncomfortably. Though he stuck it out, clearing his throat as he shifted again. Obviously waiting for Jack to also budge -- for the same reason no doubt.
It was cruel to let the man suffer, so Jack tapped the edge of his cup. It made a little pinging sound.
"Ginger tea. It's a non-diuretic. In field tests you can't afford to stop and take a leak," Jack explained. He waved Daniel away victoriously, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Go along to the little boy's room. I'll be riiiight here when you get back."
The look Daniel gave as he stood said, like hell. Oh, he was so right.
~*~*~
Surprisingly, Daniel didn't push it after that.
He didn't show up at Jack's door that evening (which Jack had half-expected with no little dread), nor did he corner Jack in his office again. Daniel only nodded politely during the briefing for P5R-762 at 0930 the next morning, eyes dark and lingering a bit too long, but he didn't stare - for which Jack was infinitely grateful. He'd been through this before and didn't like being looked at like a specimen of an unknown species. He was Colonel Jack O'Neill, damn it, and no different from before. But Daniel seemed to handle it better than most, probably from working with all these aliens.
Jack did a routine threat assessment: Daniel had no few of his secrets already, and could be trusted with them. Would he confide in Carter? No. He knew better than that. Teal'c? Possibly. Yeah. A distinct possibility. Daniel needed to talk about 'things.' But Teal'c kept secrets like Fort Knox. Better than Daniel, actually.
Secure, Jack waited for casual conversation to resume so they could put that little slip behind them.
He really ought to have known better.
Part III here.
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Date: 2004-12-22 11:54 pm (UTC)This seems really in character for them, as much as or moreso than the other part, because of the subtle humour. Stargate has its angst, but it has its hilarity, too, and this stays true to that. ( :
No real beta-ish notes, except that the ending doesn't feel like an ending. I'm pretty sure it's not meant to be an ending, though (and if it is, I may be inclined to kill you), so that we'll let slide. ( ;
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Date: 2004-12-23 12:42 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-12-23 02:45 am (UTC)