Smooth Operator, by Scribe (PG)

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Rec Category: Jack and Daniel friendship

Pairing: none
Categories: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Jack and Daniel friendship, gen, humor, episode related
Warnings: non-sexual nudity, bit of language
Author on LJ: sg1scribe
Author's Website: Daniel's Diaries
Link: Smooth Operator

Why This Must Be Read: In the wake of Foothold, Jack has been charged with instigating a series of drills to make sure that the SGC won’t be caught off-guard next time. Everyone is more than a little frustrated with what they perceive to be a waste of time, as well as a touch of paranoia. So when Sam discovers a crisis in Daniel’s office, she wastes no time in calling an alert…

By the time the dust settles, the SGC has passed the drills with flying colors, Daniel is a lot cleaner than he’s ever wanted to be, blackcurrant smoothies will probably be permanently barred from Daniel’s office, and Jack has proffered his apologies as only he could. Smooth Operator is a fun, quick story of classic SG-1 and wonderful Jack and Daniel friendship.

"Oh I get it. You're in on this with Colonel O'Neill. God, Daniel. You scared me half to death there."

"W...what...?" Puzzlement flickered across Daniel's features.

Sam leaned forward confidentially as the security team burst into the office. "Don't worry, Daniel. I'll play along." Her gaze swept Daniel from head to toe and then she spun on her heel, barking orders and waving her red-stained fingers in the air. "We have a biohazard containment incident. Seal off the corridors. We need to get Doctor Jackson to the infirmary ASAP and we need a clean-up team in here."

"Sam!" Daniel grabbed her arm, looking more than a bit alarmed. "I don't think you understand. I'm fine. Really. It was just a -- "

She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. "That's it, Daniel. Keep on with the act." She steered him towards the desk. "Maybe you should sit down or... tell you what , lie on the floor. You could roll around a little, clutching at your chest and moaning. You've seen Alien, haven't you?"

"Excuse me?" Daniel looked totally confused.

"Never mind," Sam said. "Why don't you just sit down and look distressed or something. Actually that nauseous look you did a couple of minutes ago - that was a good one." Giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, Sam turned back just as a medical team dressed in full environment suits arrived. "Boy. You guys were fast."

A petite figure stepped forward. Janet's voice sounding somewhat warped through the face mask. "The base is on alert, Major. We're ready for anything."

Sam nodded, and then waved towards Daniel. "I don't know what we're dealing with but it appears the substance is causing some confusion in the victim."

Fraiser stepped forward and took a firm grip of Daniel's arm. "I'll take it from here, Major. Doctor Jackson, if you would kindly lie on the gurney."

Daniel laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Okay, I get it now. This is Jack's way of getting back at me for being pissy with him earlier, right? You can tell him he won. I really do have work to do - not to mention I need a clean shirt."

Janet leaned towards Sam. "He's no Hamlet, but he's not bad."