Two devilishly handsome men walk into a Stargate... [for stargatejackson]

[alan_shore]

“You can sit down,” the judge says, shooing the latest witness-an economist with an oily smile and (Alan is forced to concede) a rather slick-looking suit-from the stand with a dismissive sweep of her hand.

“Forgive me for asking the obvious question, but was it absolutely necessary to antagonize him

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[stargatejackson]

"So we don't even know who we're looking for?" Daniel asked into his ear communicator as he leaned against a pylon outside the courthouse

[alan_shore]

"Harris," Alan murmured, cocking his head to the side and examining the inky letters tramping over the paper. Checking his immediate impulse--to say, 'That's me' and tear open the package in the nearest conference room--he shook his head. "I'm as stumped as you, I'm afraid. Have you tried the Clerk's office?"

[stargatejackson]

The boy shook his head and glanced at his watch. "Shoot, I'm gonna be late with another delivery downtown..." He gave Alan a questioning look. "I don't suppose you could..." he let the sentence dangle, meaning could Alan deliver the package for him.

[alan_shore]

"Me." Alan's eyebrows shot up; his mouth hung open for a moment. "I--well, I'm not qualified. You're a parcel delivery specialist with, I'm sure, years of training and experience under his belt; I'm merely a humble attorney who would be almost certain to botch the job."

And who would very much like to get to lunch.