Waiting on the Weekend (SG-1 Drabbles)
Five drabbles about Jack's best week ever. 100 words each. PG, gen.
Monday
"But maybe if you could decipher the symbols..."
"Right," said Daniel, leaning in towards the angular silver…thing.
Carter exchanged glances with Jack and a few of the lurking technicians, and a moment later Daniel sat back, a strange expression on his face. She blinked at him. "Can you read it?"
"Uh, yeah." Daniel nudged his glasses up. "It doesn't say much, just..." He picked up the device despite noises of protest from several technicians, mouth twitching, and flipped it onto its side. "'This end up,' basically," he finished, indicating what had become the top.
"Oh," said Carter, with admirable poise.
Tuesday
“Colonel,” Fraiser said, sliding into a chair, “Daniel. You seem to have forgotten you were both scheduled for physicals today.”
“Were we, now?” Jack asked.
“I’m sorry, Janet.” Daniel busily moved some random papers. “We got so…caught up discussing these carvings from P3R-242.”
“They must have been fascinating,” she said.
“Oh… they were. Fascinating.”
“Meaning of life stuff.”
“Right. We were just -“
“-pondering them.”
“Well, I can’t wait for you to explain the universe to me,” she said, taking a cup of jell-o from Jack’s tray and a clean spoon from Daniel’s, “In the infirmary. In ten minutes.”
Wednesday
Teal’c unlaced his boots solemnly. “Sergeant Siler has informed me that the pool on the results of our next sparring match has reached three hundred and seventy dollars.”
“Sweet,” said Jack. “Are we in?”
“We are. You will concede defeat in the sixth round after a valiant effort. Sergeant Siler will take a third of the profits.”
“Yeah, that works.” Jack decided. A moment later, he bristled. “Why can’t I ever win?”
Teal’c looked askance in Jack’s direction. “That would raise far too many suspicions.”
“Hey that’s… yeah, okay. But I’m getting you on the ropes at least once.”
“Agreed.”
Thursday
Daniel was hunched over a notepad; Carter watched a monitor. “We think it’s motion sensitive, sir.”
“What do I do?”
“I can’t refine the translation any further. We’re trying Sam’s way. Try putting your hand in the circle,” said Daniel. Jack did - nothing happened. “Okay, pull it out. Sam? Nothing? All right, put it back in.” Still nothing. Daniel looked at Carter, Carter pursed her lips at the screen. “Uh…try waving it.”
Jack complied for a good three seconds before he started paying attention. “Son of a bitch.”
“And that’s what it’s all about,” Daniel demurred. Carter’s shoulders were shaking.
Friday
Three hours into quarterly performance evaluations, Hammond sat up a little straighter in his chair, squinted at something on the form he was reading, and started chuckling. “Here’s a good one. Major Anderson claims that Doctor Ramani is ‘excellent in technical emergencies,’ but ‘misreads social cues so severely’ that she’s been accidentally married or adopted on four planets.”
“To be fair, sir,” Jack said, “Daniel’s also been known to marry first, meet later.”
Hammond looked at him over the edge of the file. “I seem to recall some cake…”
Jack coughed. “…but hey, it happens to the best of us.”
Monday
"But maybe if you could decipher the symbols..."
"Right," said Daniel, leaning in towards the angular silver…thing.
Carter exchanged glances with Jack and a few of the lurking technicians, and a moment later Daniel sat back, a strange expression on his face. She blinked at him. "Can you read it?"
"Uh, yeah." Daniel nudged his glasses up. "It doesn't say much, just..." He picked up the device despite noises of protest from several technicians, mouth twitching, and flipped it onto its side. "'This end up,' basically," he finished, indicating what had become the top.
"Oh," said Carter, with admirable poise.
Tuesday
“Colonel,” Fraiser said, sliding into a chair, “Daniel. You seem to have forgotten you were both scheduled for physicals today.”
“Were we, now?” Jack asked.
“I’m sorry, Janet.” Daniel busily moved some random papers. “We got so…caught up discussing these carvings from P3R-242.”
“They must have been fascinating,” she said.
“Oh… they were. Fascinating.”
“Meaning of life stuff.”
“Right. We were just -“
“-pondering them.”
“Well, I can’t wait for you to explain the universe to me,” she said, taking a cup of jell-o from Jack’s tray and a clean spoon from Daniel’s, “In the infirmary. In ten minutes.”
Wednesday
Teal’c unlaced his boots solemnly. “Sergeant Siler has informed me that the pool on the results of our next sparring match has reached three hundred and seventy dollars.”
“Sweet,” said Jack. “Are we in?”
“We are. You will concede defeat in the sixth round after a valiant effort. Sergeant Siler will take a third of the profits.”
“Yeah, that works.” Jack decided. A moment later, he bristled. “Why can’t I ever win?”
Teal’c looked askance in Jack’s direction. “That would raise far too many suspicions.”
“Hey that’s… yeah, okay. But I’m getting you on the ropes at least once.”
“Agreed.”
Thursday
Daniel was hunched over a notepad; Carter watched a monitor. “We think it’s motion sensitive, sir.”
“What do I do?”
“I can’t refine the translation any further. We’re trying Sam’s way. Try putting your hand in the circle,” said Daniel. Jack did - nothing happened. “Okay, pull it out. Sam? Nothing? All right, put it back in.” Still nothing. Daniel looked at Carter, Carter pursed her lips at the screen. “Uh…try waving it.”
Jack complied for a good three seconds before he started paying attention. “Son of a bitch.”
“And that’s what it’s all about,” Daniel demurred. Carter’s shoulders were shaking.
Friday
Three hours into quarterly performance evaluations, Hammond sat up a little straighter in his chair, squinted at something on the form he was reading, and started chuckling. “Here’s a good one. Major Anderson claims that Doctor Ramani is ‘excellent in technical emergencies,’ but ‘misreads social cues so severely’ that she’s been accidentally married or adopted on four planets.”
“To be fair, sir,” Jack said, “Daniel’s also been known to marry first, meet later.”
Hammond looked at him over the edge of the file. “I seem to recall some cake…”
Jack coughed. “…but hey, it happens to the best of us.”