National Quote Your Own Fic Day

[sid]

Apparently I missed the announcement!  But I hasten to observe the day:

Here's a bit from my Dining "Out" series.  In the third story, Breakfast Is... Jack wants to reveal to Daniel the glory that is a hot, melty peanut butter and bacon sandwich.  Sam and Teal'c find the whole thing terribly, terribly humorous.

 

“Tell ya what, Daniel. Saturday morning, my place, I cook. I’ll make you the real thing.”

Sam sat back in her chair and looked across the table at Teal’c. He arched an eyebrow and gave a faint nod. Yes, they were indeed ‘at it again‘.

“Saturday morning,” Daniel said thoughtfully.

“Yep.”

“You want me to get out of bed, shower and shave, get dressed and drive all the way over to your house, just so that you can force me to eat something that I’m not even entirely sure is fit for human consumption? And you would probably expect me to show up, oh, before noon?”

“It’s called breakfast, Daniel. You’re eating it right now.”

“Not by choice.”

Jack looked at Daniel questioningly, and Daniel smiled at him, hoping that he was conveying the right message. As in, you’ve almost got me, but I’m going to make you work just a little bit harder for this. Jack’s eyes narrowed. Oh, yes, he had gotten the message, all right.

“Let’s make it easy on you,” Jack suggested. “Come over Friday night and crash in the guest room.”

“Ooh, a sleepover!” Sam squealed.

Jack slowly turned his head to gaze at her. Sam made a mock-apologetic face, which seemed to satisfy the General for the time being. Jack turned back to Daniel, who was waiting with raised eyebrows. “All you’d have to do is get out of bed. All the showering and dressing stuff can wait until after you’ve eaten.”

“Well, that sounds a little bit better,” Daniel mused.

“Is there not an Earth custom known as ‘breakfast in bed’?” Teal’c asked slyly.

“Not at Jack’s house,” Daniel said quickly, causing Sam to choke on her orange juice.

“On the contrary,” Jack said, glaring equally at all three offenders, “I am always willing to go the extra mile, as it were, for my guests.” A delighted smile was growing on Daniel’s face, which Jack took great pleasure in wiping away. “However, as I have explained, timing is an issue here. Fresh from the toaster, hot off the griddle? This means in the kitchen, not schlepped upstairs on a tray.”

Daniel schooled his features to express deep disappointment. He looked at Jack with puppy-dog eyes. Jack caved. “Be that as it may, there’s no reason why you can’t have your first cup of coffee in bed.”

Teal’c and Sam exchanged glances again. Yes, these two men really were completely clueless. Which was rather sweet, in a pathetic sort of way. Sam could hardly wait to talk to Teal’c alone.

“Well, in that case,” Daniel said. Jack beamed across the table at him, radiating pleasure and satisfaction from every pore.

Sam couldn’t stand it another minute. “I have got to get going. Teal’c, you want to walk with me?”

“Indeed, I do, Colonelcarter,” Teal’c replied. The two pushed back their chairs, and picked up their trays.

“Have a good day,” Jack said, happy smile still firmly in place.

“Bye, guys,” Daniel added, wearing a matching smile on his face. He couldn’t have planned this better if he had tried.

~~

Sam and Teal’c deposited their trays on the conveyor belt and exited into the corridor. “Breakfast in bed!” Sam giggled. “I thought I was going to die!”

“Can you not picture it?” Teal’c asked her, smiling.

“Oh, yeah, I definitely can. But that just proves that I am a sick, sick woman.” The two of them disappeared around a bend of the corridor, Sam’s giggles lingering in the air.

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Okay, enough fun, back to the heaping helping of angst that is my current story.  :-)

Comments

[sid]

*waves* Hi!

No, I don't seem to have that email addy, but I cleverly deduced who you are. ;-)

I think I remember you saying once that you had an LJ. Naturally, I remember every detail of every conversation we've ever had.
*cough*

Plan B always works

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

Well of *course* you do. :-);-):-):-)

I'm gonna give LJs another go. Now if my neighbors would just stop standing outside my kitchen window while they argue, life would be great. :-) I really hate living in an apartment.

Re: Plan B always works

[sid]

Been there, done that. The crying baby downstairs was the worst, though. I've worn earplugs ever since.

Re: Plan B always works

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, these folks aren't horrible, just occasionally annoying. There was a psycho next door, but fortunately she moved after the cops came that time. That's a very rare occurrence around here. The cops coming, not the psychos moving out.