SG-1 Fic Excerpt (Daniel)
A snippet from the second of those two SG-1 fics.
From 'Comfort'
“Talk to me, Goose.”
Daniel didn’t remember much about Top Gun. He had a vaguely blurred memory of cliché catchphrases, aviator shades and trying to get Nora Longfellow’s bra off in a back row of the Eastside multiplex. Still, he remembered enough to know that Goose was the comic relief sidekick. Who died.
“Talk to you about what?”
“You know… stuff,” Mitchell said, slurring slightly. “What’s going on with you? How are you doing?”
“That's great and all, but I thought tonight was supposed to be about you,” Daniel said, and signaled to the bartender for another round of beers.
Earlier that evening, he and Teal’c had found Mitchell sitting in the locker room, staring at his cell phone with a somewhat dazed expression on his face.
“Problems?” Daniel had asked, even though he really should have known better.
“I don’t get shot down very often, but I'm definitely going to need a beer to put out these flames,” Mitchell had replied, in what would prove to be the first of many references to the film that evening.
Somewhere around the third beer, for example, he’d taken to calling Teal’c ‘Iceman’.
They’d found themselves at a corner bar in Mitchell’s neighborhood, the sort of place that served microbrews and played neo-folk college music and was totally not where Daniel would have expected Mitchell to spend his Thursday nights. Clearly, he still had a lot to learn about the guy.
The bartender brought their beers - Belgian lager in fancy glasses - and Daniel took a deep breath before plunging back into the fray.
“So, did you really like this girl, or is this just your bruised ego talking?”
“Can’t it be both?”
“That’s fair,” Daniel said, gesturing with his glass. “But, just so you know… There’s no way I’m singing ‘You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling’ to anyone.”
From 'Comfort'
“Talk to me, Goose.”
Daniel didn’t remember much about Top Gun. He had a vaguely blurred memory of cliché catchphrases, aviator shades and trying to get Nora Longfellow’s bra off in a back row of the Eastside multiplex. Still, he remembered enough to know that Goose was the comic relief sidekick. Who died.
“Talk to you about what?”
“You know… stuff,” Mitchell said, slurring slightly. “What’s going on with you? How are you doing?”
“That's great and all, but I thought tonight was supposed to be about you,” Daniel said, and signaled to the bartender for another round of beers.
Earlier that evening, he and Teal’c had found Mitchell sitting in the locker room, staring at his cell phone with a somewhat dazed expression on his face.
“Problems?” Daniel had asked, even though he really should have known better.
“I don’t get shot down very often, but I'm definitely going to need a beer to put out these flames,” Mitchell had replied, in what would prove to be the first of many references to the film that evening.
Somewhere around the third beer, for example, he’d taken to calling Teal’c ‘Iceman’.
They’d found themselves at a corner bar in Mitchell’s neighborhood, the sort of place that served microbrews and played neo-folk college music and was totally not where Daniel would have expected Mitchell to spend his Thursday nights. Clearly, he still had a lot to learn about the guy.
The bartender brought their beers - Belgian lager in fancy glasses - and Daniel took a deep breath before plunging back into the fray.
“So, did you really like this girl, or is this just your bruised ego talking?”
“Can’t it be both?”
“That’s fair,” Daniel said, gesturing with his glass. “But, just so you know… There’s no way I’m singing ‘You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling’ to anyone.”