Killing Time
by Vicki
EMAIL: little_miss_likes_to_fight@hotmail.com
CATEGORY: romance, POV
SPOILERS: none
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Daniel can’t concentrate
STATUS: Complete
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I was bored, and had writer’s block with the other stories I’m currently in the process of writing/planning, so I decided to open my SG-1 companion at a random page and write a fic based on the episode there. I opened the page on “Doctor Daniel Jackson” and this is what came out...
I’m waiting. As an archaeologist I have plenty of patience, but I have no idea where it is now. I find myself wondering the corridors of Cheyenne Mountain Base, having been unable to concentrate on anything in my office. Not even the runes that SG-10 brought back from P79225 could hold my attention for more than an hour. It was then I realised with horror that I was turning into Jack O’Neill. Well, obviously there are still many differences between us... I need more caffeine.
I’ll head to Sam’s lab because it’s the nearest place I can get decent
coffee from. Hopefully she’ll be able to distract me for a while, because I think that if I irritate any more SFs then they’re going to cart me off to one of the holding cells.
Okay... I’m now scarred for life, although that’s going to teach me to
knock anytime I go to Sam’s lab or Jack’s office. Oh my God I think I’m
going to have to go see a psychiatrist after that! (Not Mackenzie because I know more capable blueberry muffins!) They had sworn to keep their relationship off base... that’s lasted all of hmm, two weeks! I blame General Hammond for confining Jack to the Mountain until he’s finished all his paperwork. But don’t they realise that’s what their quarters are for if they insist on doing that on base? Or at the very least could they have locked the door? I could have been anyone, but I
wouldn’t have wished that sight on anyone. I had no desire to see my best friend and the woman who is like a sister to me having sex in her lab!
Bad Sam, bad Jack! Sam knows how to pick locks, so why doesn’t she remember to use them? Unless of course this was revenge for the time she picked the lock of my office and found... well, basically what
I had done only with different players obviously. But at least we *used* the lock; it served them right for Sam picking it (where *did* she learn that anyway? It really shatters the illusion of Sam being sweet and innocent). And all she and Jack wanted was some coffee.
Ooh, coffee. I still need to find some. Rule out Sam’ lab; guess it’s back to my office. Either that or I head to Janet’s office. I can wait there, even though she told me not to. She said that I had to find something useful to do with my time until she got back. I wish I could have gone with her, but unfortunately it wasn’t practical. Hammond decided that I was needed to brief both SG units 6 and 12, and be
present in SG-8’s debriefing. And boy were they boring! At least Jack
keeps SG-1’s time in the briefing room interesting and often quite short. I have a time limit on my briefings, and if I go over, Jack devises some way to punish me. He’ll enlist Sam’s help too, and she
(the traitor!) chooses love over everything else. Ah well, I suppose
that’s what love does to you.
I’m no good at killing time. Not like this. Not when I’m just sitting and waiting. I’m bored, but at least now I’ve got some coffee. It’s certainly made me happier, but it’s also given me an energy boost. I really need something to do, but I just can’t concentrate. I wish she’d come back soon.
“Doctor Jackson?” I hear an amused voice ask, and turn to see the CMO of this facility standing in the doorway. She’s smiling and holding a folder, and looking around I remember that I’m sitting in her office, in her chair, drinking her coffee.
“Finally!” I exclaim, leaping up (ensuring that no coffee was split during this manoeuvre) and allowing her the usage of her chair. “Have you got it?”
Laughing, Janet hands me a folder and I immediately open it; even my coffee has been neglected. This is much more important. Inside there is a single black and white photograph. I stare at it in wonder. It’s not every day your wife hands you the first ultrasound of your unborn child. It was well worth the wait. The best things in life always are.
The end!
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Copyright Vicki Pryke August 2002
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