T-Minus Two Weeks and Counting, by Elishevah (PG)
Rec Category: Episode related
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, gen, humor, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Jack and Daniel friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: elishevah
Author's Website: Life Like Art
Link: T-Minus Two Weeks and Counting
Why This Must Be Read: This hilarious ficlet - a five things, really - is set within the framework of early S8 and the pilot for SGA, when the expedition is preparing to leave and Daniel is doing everything short of zatting Jack himself to get permission to go. Written with zest, sharp characterization, and deadpan humor, this will have you grinning and nodding... and then getting a warm and fuzzy feeling at the end, for good measure.
Jack and Daniel at their snarky best. Go read, and enjoy!
It wasn't the most pressing matter to address -- there were only days remaining before they left for the potential wonders of the Pegasus galaxy, after all -- but, "I was under the impression that you had denied Daniel's request to join the Atlantis expedition," Elizabeth said a full and silent minute after she'd entered the office that had briefly been hers.
Those brown eyes, which could sparkle or go flat in less than a second, narrowed dangerously. Elizabeth didn't blink, though, not even when O'Neill growled, "I did."
"So I should ignore the form that appeared on my desk this morning," she said as smoothly as if she were offering to overlook a deputy's rude comment in a language she wasn't supposed to understand.
O'Neill gave her a smile. She recognized it, even though she had last seen it on the face of a Soviet general. She had been glad then, too, that the hard edge to the smile was not directed her way.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it," O'Neill said. "Dead men don't have forms."
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, gen, humor, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Jack and Daniel friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: elishevah
Author's Website: Life Like Art
Link: T-Minus Two Weeks and Counting
Why This Must Be Read: This hilarious ficlet - a five things, really - is set within the framework of early S8 and the pilot for SGA, when the expedition is preparing to leave and Daniel is doing everything short of zatting Jack himself to get permission to go. Written with zest, sharp characterization, and deadpan humor, this will have you grinning and nodding... and then getting a warm and fuzzy feeling at the end, for good measure.
Jack and Daniel at their snarky best. Go read, and enjoy!
It wasn't the most pressing matter to address -- there were only days remaining before they left for the potential wonders of the Pegasus galaxy, after all -- but, "I was under the impression that you had denied Daniel's request to join the Atlantis expedition," Elizabeth said a full and silent minute after she'd entered the office that had briefly been hers.
Those brown eyes, which could sparkle or go flat in less than a second, narrowed dangerously. Elizabeth didn't blink, though, not even when O'Neill growled, "I did."
"So I should ignore the form that appeared on my desk this morning," she said as smoothly as if she were offering to overlook a deputy's rude comment in a language she wasn't supposed to understand.
O'Neill gave her a smile. She recognized it, even though she had last seen it on the face of a Soviet general. She had been glad then, too, that the hard edge to the smile was not directed her way.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it," O'Neill said. "Dead men don't have forms."