Boys and Their Toys by Seanchaidh (PG)
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Rec Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Category: Daniel Jackson, gen, humor, missing scene, POV, sg-1
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
seanchaidh *waves back to Seanchaidh*
Author's Website: The Home of Seanchaidh
Link: Boys and Their Toys
Why This Must Be Read: Told in Daniel's voice, this humorous fic relates what we didn't see in the episode "Proving Ground" - the planning stages.
Pairing: none
Category: Daniel Jackson, gen, humor, missing scene, POV, sg-1
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Author's Website: The Home of Seanchaidh
Link: Boys and Their Toys
Why This Must Be Read: Told in Daniel's voice, this humorous fic relates what we didn't see in the episode "Proving Ground" - the planning stages.
Jack flittered in mid-afternoon. He hovered near the door, then hovered over my desk before he came over to land heavily in a chair. He waved in greeting. His dark eyes had a glint in them that was hard to classify. He didn't seem obnoxious, but he was definitely up to something.
"Having fun?" He peered at the texts littering my desk.
I smiled wanly, the way I usually do when Jack walks in on my work. He was in his pay-attention-to-me mood. "I was. Thanks for interrupting."
"Sure thing. You can go back to it later," he said. He reached over to close one of my books and plucked the pen from my fingers. I squawked in protest, especially when my Akkadian notes mixed with the Ugaritic and the Hittite. Even I have a hard time telling the difference between them at a glance. "Come on, we have to get to the briefing room."
"Why?" I didn't like this, but I let him pull me along anyway. Passive resistance in the verbal form worked better than letting him wear down my defenses by continual prattering.
"It's nothing bad," he assured me.
The fact that he needed to clarify made me shudder in dread.
"Having fun?" He peered at the texts littering my desk.
I smiled wanly, the way I usually do when Jack walks in on my work. He was in his pay-attention-to-me mood. "I was. Thanks for interrupting."
"Sure thing. You can go back to it later," he said. He reached over to close one of my books and plucked the pen from my fingers. I squawked in protest, especially when my Akkadian notes mixed with the Ugaritic and the Hittite. Even I have a hard time telling the difference between them at a glance. "Come on, we have to get to the briefing room."
"Why?" I didn't like this, but I let him pull me along anyway. Passive resistance in the verbal form worked better than letting him wear down my defenses by continual prattering.
"It's nothing bad," he assured me.
The fact that he needed to clarify made me shudder in dread.
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Date: 2007-09-15 10:08 pm (UTC)Good stuff.
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Date: 2007-09-16 04:15 pm (UTC)Let me tell you, that was a FUN story to write. :) And damn, I think I'm gonna have to make an icon of that gun-blowin' moment now. :)
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Date: 2007-09-16 04:22 pm (UTC)