Daniel woke abruptly to the sound of the front hall closet aggressively opened & shut. Stumbling from "his" bed, (well, he liked to think of it as his since as far as he knew he was the only sometimes denizen of Jack's spare room) he emerged into a flurry of boots, hats & an irritable Jack preparing for an apparent trip up Mt. Everest.
"Jack?"
"Daniel." Garumphing his double socked feet into the heavy boots. Jack glanced up, scowling. "You should be back in bed. Sorry I woke you."
"'S'Ok." mumbled the sleepy archaeologist. Shuffling to the window, Daniel looked out on another Colorado wake up call. Looked like a solid 4 feet of snow had fallen just since midnight, when they had finally returned to Jack's from another mission- & another trip to the infirmary. "Give me a minute and I'll..."
"Are you serious?" Jack smirked at him, taking in the rumpled appearance and waved his hand about, indicating the sling (again) in place on Daniel's arm. "If I so much as let you hoist a snowball, Frasier'll have my *ass* in a sling!"
Daniel hated feeling useless, but grudgingly had to admit that Jack was right. Momentarily put off by the mental image Jack's comment had supplied, Daniel gestured over his shoulder with a thumb, quickly backing toward the kitchen. "I'll just go put on some coffee, then."
"Aht." Jack raised his 'don't argue' finger. "No, Daniel, you'll just go back to bed and sleep off the meds you finally took last night. This is just a "Colorado flurry" and I am an Air Force Colonel and equal to the task of moving a little snow." Jack drew himself up to his full height, puffed out his chest & raised his eyebrows for good measure.
Daniel snorted at his antics and caved. "All right, *Colonel*. But don't strain anything Janet might need to sling you for."
As quiet enveloped the house, Daniel was suddenly overwhelmed with the effects of the medication. Unwilling to wander back to the spare room, he gratefully sank into the deep cushions of the end chair, in view of the door, and drifted back to sleep.
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Snow, baby.
Date: Jan. 11th, 2009 04:26 pm (UTC)Daniel woke abruptly to the sound of the front hall closet aggressively opened & shut. Stumbling from "his" bed, (well, he liked to think of it as his since as far as he knew he was the only sometimes denizen of Jack's spare room) he emerged into a flurry of boots, hats & an irritable Jack preparing for an apparent trip up Mt. Everest.
"Jack?"
"Daniel." Garumphing his double socked feet into the heavy boots. Jack glanced up, scowling. "You should be back in bed. Sorry I woke you."
"'S'Ok." mumbled the sleepy archaeologist. Shuffling to the window, Daniel looked out on another Colorado wake up call. Looked like a solid 4 feet of snow had fallen just since midnight, when they had finally returned to Jack's from another mission- & another trip to the infirmary. "Give me a minute and I'll..."
"Are you serious?" Jack smirked at him, taking in the rumpled appearance and waved his hand about, indicating the sling (again) in place on Daniel's arm. "If I so much as let you hoist a snowball, Frasier'll have my *ass* in a sling!"
Daniel hated feeling useless, but grudgingly had to admit that Jack was right. Momentarily put off by the mental image Jack's comment had supplied, Daniel gestured over his shoulder with a thumb, quickly backing toward the kitchen. "I'll just go put on some coffee, then."
"Aht." Jack raised his 'don't argue' finger. "No, Daniel, you'll just go back to bed and sleep off the meds you finally took last night. This is just a "Colorado flurry" and I am an Air Force Colonel and equal to the task of moving a little snow." Jack drew himself up to his full height, puffed out his chest & raised his eyebrows for good measure.
Daniel snorted at his antics and caved. "All right, *Colonel*. But don't strain anything Janet might need to sling you for."
As quiet enveloped the house, Daniel was suddenly overwhelmed with the effects of the medication. Unwilling to wander back to the spare room, he gratefully sank into the deep cushions of the end chair, in view of the door, and drifted back to sleep.
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