Not at all! I haven't seen SGU yet, if that's okayhi_there_aliensOctober 9 2011, 02:53:38 UTC
Daniel stared into his drink as if it had the secrets to the universe. Everett's arm felt like an anchor.
"Believe me, it's not everything it's cut out to be. You know, I feel like a third wheel half the time. It's always the Pentagon's agenda, politics this, politics that- how do you even cope-"
That's fine. I can stick it in Young's past when he was an SG Team Leader. :DcolunderfireOctober 9 2011, 02:58:56 UTC
"Because we're just the dumb grunts who go in and get shot at, blindly following orders." Everett responds.
There were some flaws in his argument. He wouldn't have made Colonel if he was just a dumb soldier. The following orders bit is right.
"Sometimes you just need to put some creative thinking into the politics. See things from a different view. Trust me, Dr. Jackson, you could never be a third wheel."
Sounds good to me!hi_there_aliensOctober 9 2011, 08:53:28 UTC
Daniel pat Everett's hand in a comforting sort of way. There, there, it's not that bad. So the archaeologist may be much drunker than he thought he was
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"Keepin' up appearences, I imagine." Everett says on the fact that Jack may be smarter than he looks.
He had to do it himself. Someone had to play the role of the heavy-handed soldier. Helps you get out of sticky situations.
And civilians never really got why military personnel were like that. "Y'know, I think O'Neill does it to protect you." He comments back, obviously a bit drunk himself.
"I mean, think about it. You're on some strange planet thousands of light-years away, with the potential of some snake-eyed alien or masochistic robot or some freaky shit comin' round the corner to slaughter you, and you stop to look at how pretty that arrangement of tiles looks in a certain light."
Everett finishes his beer and motions for more booze for himself and Daniel. "He's just protectin' ya, is all."
"I don't need protecting. I'm a grown man. And it's not pretty lighting," Daniel said petulantly. "It's the artwork on them that I care about."
He considered what Everett said with a small frown. Looked at his glass which wasn't filling itself. Then he brightened.
"You're a Colonel." It was like this was a sudden insight into the universe. Or just a fact neither of them realized, and Daniel needed Everett to hear it. "You know how Jack thinks. So even when we're arguing a mission's relevance in front of Hammond, you think he's protecting me? It's not like it's always offworld. What's the deal? Is being a difficult ass some special Colonel thing?"
From the sound of it, Daniel wasn't quite buying it. Although he will certaintly take another round if Everett is buying. Why hadn't he gone on missions with this SG Team Lead before? He's not a bad guy at all.
"Well..." Everett takes the beer as the barman hands it to him and nudges Daniel and motions to the fresh drink next to him. "What seems like being a difficult ass to you is good thinking."
Everett takes a big drink. One of the upshots of being seen with a drink in their hands was that any passers-by would think that any ramblings about the SGC or the Stargate were just drunken craziness. He slings his arms around Jackson's shoulders, pulling him close.
"Would you like to see Maj. Carter, or Teal'c hurt?"
"How is downplaying the cultural and scientific relevance of a mission good thinking, that's what I want to know," Daniel groused. He didn't even notice he was drawn closer, only that he was close in that not-so-secretly-confiding shoulder hug distance.
Daniel leaned in, then jerked back, aghast and overly loud. "Of course I wouldn't!" He leaned back in. "You're not threatening them or something, are you? Having a hard time telling right now."
"No, no, no. Of course not. Why would I? We're on the same team ain't we?" Maybe telling Daniel this when he was drunk was a bad idea, but Everett steamrollered on, drunkenly oblivious. He wasn't even sure if he could take Teal'c down...
"But just think, if you were in charge of a team, and someone was dawdling by some ruins, and the others got shot or killed because of it, you wouldn't be pleased, huh?" He grins. "We Colonels have a lot more than cultural importance on our minds. Colonel O'Neill is just a bit more..."
He waves a hand as he struggles to find the right word. "... blunt."
Daniel had the dignity to look offended. "You're going to blame me for Sam or Teal'c getting hurt?" The fact that they're talking a hypothetical situation here seems to have been lost in translation, with the same downhill progress as an 'if a zombie invasion happened tomorrow, what would you do' scenario discussion between friends. Not that Jack's ever subjected him to that with the draw of what that would do to various cultures. Or something.
"Fine, maybe so. I can understand it offworld, but you're the Colonel here. How do you explain his resistance during briefings?" Daniel might have said that last in a slightly officious way, as if he got the upper hand in this discussion or a sneaky chess move in. Smooth.
"Y'know this is all hyp... Hypa... Made up, right?" Everett says, hugging Jackson in closer. "And, well, Colonel O'Neill just doesn't see things your way. He's a soldier, not an archeologist, right?"
He takes another gulp of beer. "Besides, I'm sure Hammond takes your side sometimes. Maybe he just does it to annoy you." That was a joke. "Anyway, you've made your fair share of archaeological finds of the century, and some of them have even helped save your team, right?"
they are like the best drinking partners ever.hi_there_aliensOctober 10 2011, 05:04:36 UTC
"Hypo-thetical," Daniel told him as he was pulled closer. Even when drunk he managed to come off as just a little bit patronizing. He didn't mean to though, I mean, the more you know, right? "From the Greek hypothetik. It means to 'have the nature of a hypothesis.'
Daniel took Everett's example, which was an incredibly good idea, and took a gulp too.
"Yeah sometimes," he was being unfair to the General. The General's backed him up a lot more than Jack ever did. And Everett was right, he'd made a find now and then. There was a very long silence as if Daniel was done. Then he suddenly spoke up. "But I do try to put it in ways he'd be interested in. You're more willing to listen to Jack. Would you give me at least two seconds to finish a sentence if I was under your command?"
Totally. :DcolunderfireOctober 10 2011, 07:14:56 UTC
Everett goes cross-eyed for a second as his drunken brain tries to process what Daniel had just said that. It failed. "I knew that."
Everett keeps the relatively tight grip on Jackson's shoulders, the colonel being quite a bit stronger than the archeaologist.
"I think you gotta face it. Jack ain't that interested in dusty old ruins, so it's hopeless to try." He blinks, as if suddenly getting an idea. "How about working through Carter? Like, suggest stuff to her? Jack might listen to her."
Daniel debated squirming out from under Everett's death grip and spent a few supremely long seconds pondering the pros and cons of even trying. He'd either get put into a choke hold on accident or Everett would take one look at his hair, see how fluffy it was, and decide that his knuckles just had to go into it for the world's worst drunken noogie.
The archaeologist decided that the second option was, at this very moment, a fate worse than death. He decided to put up with the arm on his shoulder. Besides, Everett was an Okay guy.
Although the Colonel just said the wrong thing. Maybe he should risk the noogie. Daniel sputtered indignantly.
"How is that any better?" he glared at him. "If he doesn't like what I have to say, what difference is it going to be who tells him? "
And Young just seems so...laid back. It's rather comforting. His service record, however, speaks for itself. He's been the leader of SG-4 for a while.
"Oh, please. Have you seen the way they look at each other?" Everett's hand does go in for a quick noogie, but soon backs off as he releases the hug. "They so totally love each other. He's totally more likely to listen to Sam."
And, again, the beer bottle was drained. Everett can drink like a fish. "Like it or not, Col. O'Neill isn't going to like dedicating more energy than necessary unless General Hammond orders him to it. But, trust me, you're no spare wheel in SG-1. I would give anything to have a mind like yours on my team."
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"I wish I was as smart as you. Or Rush, but not with his attitude."
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"Believe me, it's not everything it's cut out to be. You know, I feel like a third wheel half the time. It's always the Pentagon's agenda, politics this, politics that- how do you even cope-"
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There were some flaws in his argument. He wouldn't have made Colonel if he was just a dumb soldier. The following orders bit is right.
"Sometimes you just need to put some creative thinking into the politics. See things from a different view. Trust me, Dr. Jackson, you could never be a third wheel."
He pauses to down the remains of his beer bottle.
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He had to do it himself. Someone had to play the role of the heavy-handed soldier. Helps you get out of sticky situations.
And civilians never really got why military personnel were like that. "Y'know, I think O'Neill does it to protect you." He comments back, obviously a bit drunk himself.
"I mean, think about it. You're on some strange planet thousands of light-years away, with the potential of some snake-eyed alien or masochistic robot or some freaky shit comin' round the corner to slaughter you, and you stop to look at how pretty that arrangement of tiles looks in a certain light."
Everett finishes his beer and motions for more booze for himself and Daniel. "He's just protectin' ya, is all."
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He considered what Everett said with a small frown. Looked at his glass which wasn't filling itself. Then he brightened.
"You're a Colonel." It was like this was a sudden insight into the universe. Or just a fact neither of them realized, and Daniel needed Everett to hear it. "You know how Jack thinks. So even when we're arguing a mission's relevance in front of Hammond, you think he's protecting me? It's not like it's always offworld. What's the deal? Is being a difficult ass some special Colonel thing?"
From the sound of it, Daniel wasn't quite buying it. Although he will certaintly take another round if Everett is buying. Why hadn't he gone on missions with this SG Team Lead before? He's not a bad guy at all.
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Everett takes a big drink. One of the upshots of being seen with a drink in their hands was that any passers-by would think that any ramblings about the SGC or the Stargate were just drunken craziness. He slings his arms around Jackson's shoulders, pulling him close.
"Would you like to see Maj. Carter, or Teal'c hurt?"
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Daniel leaned in, then jerked back, aghast and overly loud. "Of course I wouldn't!" He leaned back in. "You're not threatening them or something, are you? Having a hard time telling right now."
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"But just think, if you were in charge of a team, and someone was dawdling by some ruins, and the others got shot or killed because of it, you wouldn't be pleased, huh?" He grins. "We Colonels have a lot more than cultural importance on our minds. Colonel O'Neill is just a bit more..."
He waves a hand as he struggles to find the right word. "... blunt."
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Daniel had the dignity to look offended. "You're going to blame me for Sam or Teal'c getting hurt?" The fact that they're talking a hypothetical situation here seems to have been lost in translation, with the same downhill progress as an 'if a zombie invasion happened tomorrow, what would you do' scenario discussion between friends. Not that Jack's ever subjected him to that with the draw of what that would do to various cultures. Or something.
"Fine, maybe so. I can understand it offworld, but you're the Colonel here. How do you explain his resistance during briefings?" Daniel might have said that last in a slightly officious way, as if he got the upper hand in this discussion or a sneaky chess move in. Smooth.
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He takes another gulp of beer. "Besides, I'm sure Hammond takes your side sometimes. Maybe he just does it to annoy you." That was a joke. "Anyway, you've made your fair share of archaeological finds of the century, and some of them have even helped save your team, right?"
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Daniel took Everett's example, which was an incredibly good idea, and took a gulp too.
"Yeah sometimes," he was being unfair to the General. The General's backed him up a lot more than Jack ever did. And Everett was right, he'd made a find now and then. There was a very long silence as if Daniel was done. Then he suddenly spoke up. "But I do try to put it in ways he'd be interested in. You're more willing to listen to Jack. Would you give me at least two seconds to finish a sentence if I was under your command?"
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Everett keeps the relatively tight grip on Jackson's shoulders, the colonel being quite a bit stronger than the archeaologist.
"I think you gotta face it. Jack ain't that interested in dusty old ruins, so it's hopeless to try." He blinks, as if suddenly getting an idea. "How about working through Carter? Like, suggest stuff to her? Jack might listen to her."
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The archaeologist decided that the second option was, at this very moment, a fate worse than death. He decided to put up with the arm on his shoulder. Besides, Everett was an Okay guy.
Although the Colonel just said the wrong thing. Maybe he should risk the noogie. Daniel sputtered indignantly.
"How is that any better?" he glared at him. "If he doesn't like what I have to say, what difference is it going to be who tells him? "
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"Oh, please. Have you seen the way they look at each other?" Everett's hand does go in for a quick noogie, but soon backs off as he releases the hug. "They so totally love each other. He's totally more likely to listen to Sam."
And, again, the beer bottle was drained. Everett can drink like a fish. "Like it or not, Col. O'Neill isn't going to like dedicating more energy than necessary unless General Hammond orders him to it. But, trust me, you're no spare wheel in SG-1. I would give anything to have a mind like yours on my team."
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