Happy Birthday! SG-1: Pie
Happy birthday Destina! Here is a little post-Urgo story, long fallow, that I finally managed to polish off just in time for the occasion. :) *hugs*
SG-1, Jack/Daniel, G-rated slash. (However, the pie-eating is kind of pornographic.)
Pie
by astolat
Jack glared down accusingly.
The pie just sat there on the plate, looking innocent.
"Jack?"
"Taste this," Jack said, holding the plate out to Daniel.
Daniel looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He examined the pie and looked back at Jack, then cautiously tried a small bite. Chewed for a while, swallowed. "Um, yes?"
"How does it taste?"
"Like pumpkin pie?" Daniel said.
"Good?"
"Sure?"
"Great?"
"Well, I wouldn't go that far-"
"Right." Jack dropped his fork onto the tray with a clatter and shoved the plate away.
Daniel frowned, his brows crinkling together. "Oh." He put down his coffee cup. "Okay, Jack, just tell me something. Do you have even the slightest urge to start singing 'Row, row, row your boat'?"
Jack shuddered. "I didn't say I missed him."
"But..." Daniel prompted.
"It doesn't taste as good as it used to before," Jack said.
"Before Urgo, uh, visited?"
"Right." Jack picked off a piece of the crust unhappily.
"Oh." Daniel looked at the pie. "The food here's not really that good, Jack."
"I used to like this pie."
Daniel shrugged. "Try a different pie."
Jack sighed. "Yeah, great."
He tagged along with Daniel after lunch. Nothing but reports waiting for him in his own office. Daniel's office was more fun, even if Daniel did get pissy if he played with any of the really cool artifacts. Jack was pretty sure that it was just because Daniel didn't like to share his toys, but if Daniel kicked him out he'd have to go back to work, so he kept that bit of insight to himself.
Daniel settled back at his desk and picked up the artifact of the week, a metal plaque with weird squiggly lettering SG-8 had picked up on a deserted world and dumped on him to translate. In thirty seconds flat he looked like he'd never gotten up for lunch at all. Jack picked up a silvery ball they'd found on P3X-something a couple of months ago and perched on the corner of Daniel's desk, tossing it from hand to hand.
"You ever have any luck with this thing?" Jack examined the ball. There was a line running around the middle, but not even Teal'c had been able to unscrew it.
Daniel absently reached out and took it out of his hands, held it with his fingertips spaced out along the edge, and squeezed lightly. The ball popped open and started chiming. Jack took it back and peered inside. It was empty. "So what is it?"
"Music box, I think."
Jack listened to the tinny notes. "Well, that mission was certainly worth the $10 million or so Uncle Sam spent on it." He closed the ball and spent a few minutes idly trying to get it open again before giving up and sticking it back on the shelf. He flipped through a couple of books. No interesting pictures.
But hey, this was new. A neat-looking knobby device was sitting at the end of the row of books, covered with runes and pokable buttons and twisty things. Jack eyed it and resisted temptation for all of five seconds, carefully making sure his body was blocking Daniel's line of sight to his hands.
Daniel didn't even look up from his plaque. "Jack? Was there something you wanted?"
How did he do that? Jack put the device back on the shelf, then wandered over to Daniel's desk and watched him scribble away. "Is that actually-"
"Yes." Daniel looked up at him, blinking in that way that meant Jack was starting to hit the threshold of annoyingness.
Well, okay, might as well go all the way then. Jack took the plaque out of Daniel's hands, ignoring the grab Daniel made for it, and studied it. "So what does this say?"
"I'm trying to figure that out now."
"Almost done?"
"No," Daniel said. Ooh, sounded like there was some jaw-clenching going on there.
"Want a snack?"
"We just ate lunch!"
Jack shrugged in his best imitation of angelic innocence. "Just asking."
Daniel grabbed the plaque out of his hands. "Jack?"
Oh well. It had been fun while it lasted. "Yes?"
"Go away."
Jack smirked and hopped off the desk. His work here was done. At least playing with Daniel was one pleasure that hadn't palled on him.
Unfortunately, it was a fairly brief pleasure. He trudged back to his office and slumped into his desk chair. There wasn't anything to fiddle with in his office except a few pens, and there was a limit to the entertainment value of that. Idly, he started typing up a formal proposal to Hammond that commanding officers should have full access to all artifacts being studied by their team members. The opening actually sounded good. Too bad Hammond would see through it instantly. Maybe he could get Dr. Kovachek to hand it in. That might actually slip through.
Jack opened the door. Daniel was standing there with a white box wrapped in red-and-white string. "You brought me cake?" Jack said.
Daniel handed it to him and came in, hanging up his jacket.
"Hey, pie," Jack said, getting it open. Peach pie, from the looks of it. And it smelled great, too. Wow. That was... kind of sweet.
Daniel shrugged. "A bakery just opened up across the street from my apartment."
Good enough excuse. "Want a beer?"
"Beer and pie?" Daniel said, dubiously, following him into the kitchen.
Okay, that didn't sound so great. Jack looked in his fridge. "Milk?"
"Coffee?" Daniel didn't wait for an answer, just started rummaging around in the shelves and setting up the coffee maker. Jack poured himself a glass of milk and cut slices of pie. It was still warm, thick slices of fruit sliding out from the dark golden crust, the ripe peach smell exploding out with the steam. His mouth was watering like anything.
They settled down in front of the TV, sitting on the floor around the coffee table. And the pie was good. Really, meltingly good. Jack nearly trembled with relief on the first bite, made himself eat slowly. Daniel wasn't bothering with a fork, just breaking off chunks with his fingers, licking them clean as he went. He finished ahead of Jack and went back for seconds.
"Hey, bring the whole thing out here," Jack called, and Daniel came out with the pie and the carton of milk. They didn't even bother cutting slices this time, just put the box down between them and went at it, taking turns drinking straight from the carton. Daniel sucked a last slice of peach off his fingers and sprawled out onto his back with a deep, heartfelt sigh.
"Yeah," Jack said, leaning back against the couch and stretching out his legs. God, he was going to be sick, and it was so worth it. He belched.
"I wasn't even hungry," Daniel said, yawning.
"That was a really good pie," Jack said, shifting down a bit so he could let his head fall back.
"Mm." Daniel sounded like he was on the verge of falling asleep.
Jack stared at the ceiling. "So this has been bothering you too?"
"Actually, I hadn't noticed until you pointed it out," Daniel said. "Now it's bothering me."
"Oh." Jack thought about that for a moment. "Good."
The next weekend they drove two hours to the best French restaurant in the state and ate one of everything. The wait staff went from dubious to impressed and finally just huddled together in the nearest corner and watched them. Jack was starving. He'd spent the week picking at food in the cafeteria.
"I never liked escargots before," Jack said, looking down at the empty dish.
"You know, snails look a little like larval symbiotes," Daniel said, contemplating the one on his fork. He ate it anyway, proving once again there was a reason he'd thrived on an alien planet.
The weekend after that, they went mountaineering in the Rockies for the adrenaline rush, hard-core stuff that landed them in a tent at 14,000 feet, shivering around their sterno stove while snow drifted down outside. The energy bars and beef jerky tasted spectacular, and the packet hot chocolate was like a revelation.
"Okay, so," Jack said, huddling in his sleeping bag, "all it takes is a simple, old-fashioned near-death experience. This is good to know."
"I don't think it's the near-death experience," Daniel said thoughtfully. "I think it's the context."
"Huh?" Jack said.
Daniel leaned over and zipped their sleeping bags together.
It took them most of the next day to get down off the mountain, and then they drove back to Jack's house. They stopped by the bakery on the way.
= End =
SG-1, Jack/Daniel, G-rated slash. (However, the pie-eating is kind of pornographic.)
Pie
by astolat
Jack glared down accusingly.
The pie just sat there on the plate, looking innocent.
"Jack?"
"Taste this," Jack said, holding the plate out to Daniel.
Daniel looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He examined the pie and looked back at Jack, then cautiously tried a small bite. Chewed for a while, swallowed. "Um, yes?"
"How does it taste?"
"Like pumpkin pie?" Daniel said.
"Good?"
"Sure?"
"Great?"
"Well, I wouldn't go that far-"
"Right." Jack dropped his fork onto the tray with a clatter and shoved the plate away.
Daniel frowned, his brows crinkling together. "Oh." He put down his coffee cup. "Okay, Jack, just tell me something. Do you have even the slightest urge to start singing 'Row, row, row your boat'?"
Jack shuddered. "I didn't say I missed him."
"But..." Daniel prompted.
"It doesn't taste as good as it used to before," Jack said.
"Before Urgo, uh, visited?"
"Right." Jack picked off a piece of the crust unhappily.
"Oh." Daniel looked at the pie. "The food here's not really that good, Jack."
"I used to like this pie."
Daniel shrugged. "Try a different pie."
Jack sighed. "Yeah, great."
He tagged along with Daniel after lunch. Nothing but reports waiting for him in his own office. Daniel's office was more fun, even if Daniel did get pissy if he played with any of the really cool artifacts. Jack was pretty sure that it was just because Daniel didn't like to share his toys, but if Daniel kicked him out he'd have to go back to work, so he kept that bit of insight to himself.
Daniel settled back at his desk and picked up the artifact of the week, a metal plaque with weird squiggly lettering SG-8 had picked up on a deserted world and dumped on him to translate. In thirty seconds flat he looked like he'd never gotten up for lunch at all. Jack picked up a silvery ball they'd found on P3X-something a couple of months ago and perched on the corner of Daniel's desk, tossing it from hand to hand.
"You ever have any luck with this thing?" Jack examined the ball. There was a line running around the middle, but not even Teal'c had been able to unscrew it.
Daniel absently reached out and took it out of his hands, held it with his fingertips spaced out along the edge, and squeezed lightly. The ball popped open and started chiming. Jack took it back and peered inside. It was empty. "So what is it?"
"Music box, I think."
Jack listened to the tinny notes. "Well, that mission was certainly worth the $10 million or so Uncle Sam spent on it." He closed the ball and spent a few minutes idly trying to get it open again before giving up and sticking it back on the shelf. He flipped through a couple of books. No interesting pictures.
But hey, this was new. A neat-looking knobby device was sitting at the end of the row of books, covered with runes and pokable buttons and twisty things. Jack eyed it and resisted temptation for all of five seconds, carefully making sure his body was blocking Daniel's line of sight to his hands.
Daniel didn't even look up from his plaque. "Jack? Was there something you wanted?"
How did he do that? Jack put the device back on the shelf, then wandered over to Daniel's desk and watched him scribble away. "Is that actually-"
"Yes." Daniel looked up at him, blinking in that way that meant Jack was starting to hit the threshold of annoyingness.
Well, okay, might as well go all the way then. Jack took the plaque out of Daniel's hands, ignoring the grab Daniel made for it, and studied it. "So what does this say?"
"I'm trying to figure that out now."
"Almost done?"
"No," Daniel said. Ooh, sounded like there was some jaw-clenching going on there.
"Want a snack?"
"We just ate lunch!"
Jack shrugged in his best imitation of angelic innocence. "Just asking."
Daniel grabbed the plaque out of his hands. "Jack?"
Oh well. It had been fun while it lasted. "Yes?"
"Go away."
Jack smirked and hopped off the desk. His work here was done. At least playing with Daniel was one pleasure that hadn't palled on him.
Unfortunately, it was a fairly brief pleasure. He trudged back to his office and slumped into his desk chair. There wasn't anything to fiddle with in his office except a few pens, and there was a limit to the entertainment value of that. Idly, he started typing up a formal proposal to Hammond that commanding officers should have full access to all artifacts being studied by their team members. The opening actually sounded good. Too bad Hammond would see through it instantly. Maybe he could get Dr. Kovachek to hand it in. That might actually slip through.
Jack opened the door. Daniel was standing there with a white box wrapped in red-and-white string. "You brought me cake?" Jack said.
Daniel handed it to him and came in, hanging up his jacket.
"Hey, pie," Jack said, getting it open. Peach pie, from the looks of it. And it smelled great, too. Wow. That was... kind of sweet.
Daniel shrugged. "A bakery just opened up across the street from my apartment."
Good enough excuse. "Want a beer?"
"Beer and pie?" Daniel said, dubiously, following him into the kitchen.
Okay, that didn't sound so great. Jack looked in his fridge. "Milk?"
"Coffee?" Daniel didn't wait for an answer, just started rummaging around in the shelves and setting up the coffee maker. Jack poured himself a glass of milk and cut slices of pie. It was still warm, thick slices of fruit sliding out from the dark golden crust, the ripe peach smell exploding out with the steam. His mouth was watering like anything.
They settled down in front of the TV, sitting on the floor around the coffee table. And the pie was good. Really, meltingly good. Jack nearly trembled with relief on the first bite, made himself eat slowly. Daniel wasn't bothering with a fork, just breaking off chunks with his fingers, licking them clean as he went. He finished ahead of Jack and went back for seconds.
"Hey, bring the whole thing out here," Jack called, and Daniel came out with the pie and the carton of milk. They didn't even bother cutting slices this time, just put the box down between them and went at it, taking turns drinking straight from the carton. Daniel sucked a last slice of peach off his fingers and sprawled out onto his back with a deep, heartfelt sigh.
"Yeah," Jack said, leaning back against the couch and stretching out his legs. God, he was going to be sick, and it was so worth it. He belched.
"I wasn't even hungry," Daniel said, yawning.
"That was a really good pie," Jack said, shifting down a bit so he could let his head fall back.
"Mm." Daniel sounded like he was on the verge of falling asleep.
Jack stared at the ceiling. "So this has been bothering you too?"
"Actually, I hadn't noticed until you pointed it out," Daniel said. "Now it's bothering me."
"Oh." Jack thought about that for a moment. "Good."
The next weekend they drove two hours to the best French restaurant in the state and ate one of everything. The wait staff went from dubious to impressed and finally just huddled together in the nearest corner and watched them. Jack was starving. He'd spent the week picking at food in the cafeteria.
"I never liked escargots before," Jack said, looking down at the empty dish.
"You know, snails look a little like larval symbiotes," Daniel said, contemplating the one on his fork. He ate it anyway, proving once again there was a reason he'd thrived on an alien planet.
The weekend after that, they went mountaineering in the Rockies for the adrenaline rush, hard-core stuff that landed them in a tent at 14,000 feet, shivering around their sterno stove while snow drifted down outside. The energy bars and beef jerky tasted spectacular, and the packet hot chocolate was like a revelation.
"Okay, so," Jack said, huddling in his sleeping bag, "all it takes is a simple, old-fashioned near-death experience. This is good to know."
"I don't think it's the near-death experience," Daniel said thoughtfully. "I think it's the context."
"Huh?" Jack said.
Daniel leaned over and zipped their sleeping bags together.
It took them most of the next day to get down off the mountain, and then they drove back to Jack's house. They stopped by the bakery on the way.
= End =