'Blackout', Prompt 5 of 7 - finally, huh?

[sid]

I haven't forgotten!  Still two more to come!

This one is for writinginct, who asked for: SG-1, Jack/Daniel, whatever rating floats the muse's boat, although, smut is always welcome ;) Prompt: A practical joke that got way out of hand.

Only a PG-13, sadly, or possibly an R for language.  About 460 words.

BLACKOUT

The prank war started small and grew by leaps and bounds. Jack had finally drafted Sgt. Siler to help him. Now they were hanging out in the Security Station, watching the monitor linked to the camera outside Daniel’s office, waiting for him to arrive. “You’re sure it’s going to work?” Jack asked again.

 

“Yes, sir. When he throws the light switch, there’ll be just a little spark and then the lights come up ten seconds later. Simple timer delay switch; I tested it. It works perfectly.”

 

“And it’s completely safe?”

 

“Guaranteed safe and 100% annoying to Dr. Jackson, sir.”

 

Jack chuckled.

 

“Here he comes!” Siler said excitedly, pointing at the monitor.

 

Jack was grinning from ear to ear as he watched Daniel coming down the corridor to his office. This was gonna be good.

 

Daniel stepped through his doorway and reached out to the side. There was a blinding flash. “What?” Jack exclaimed. When the flash subsided, he could see Daniel’s legs sprawled on the floor, unmoving, illuminated by the corridor lighting. “Shit!” He leapt from his chair. Siler had a hand over his mouth and was staring at the monitor. Jack shoved at his shoulder. “Get a medical team up there!”

 

Siler nodded and reached for the phone and Jack ran. Ran for the stairs. Two flights, down. He leaned on the railing, his knee protesting as he raced. Reaching Level 18, he sped down the corridor and around a corner and skidded to a halt in Daniel’s office doorway.

 

Daniel was behind his desk, grinning. “Hi, Jack!”

 

Panting, Jack looked down at the empty floor, and up at Daniel.

 

“Just for your information, Siler can be bought for fifty bucks.” Daniel laughed. Laughed.

 

Jack held onto the door frame, and shook.

 

Daniel stopped laughing. “Jack?”

 

“You... fucking… son of a bitch.”  Things got a little hazy for Jack after that, as alternating waves of relief and anger washed over him. Daniel came to his side and pulled him into the office, propping him up against the wall right next to the offending light switch. “I thought… you let me think….”

 

“God, Jack, I’m sorry. I didn’t… it was supposed to be a joke!”

 

“You’re a bastard.”

 

“I’m an idiot,” Daniel said mournfully. His hands were all over Jack, patting and stroking soothingly.

 

Jack’s eyes flicked up to where the security camera perched in the corner of the office. He fumbled over his shoulder, and the lights went out. “Get the door,” he ordered.

 

Daniel closed the door and went into Jack’s embrace.

 

Their mouths found each other unerringly in the dark.

 

~~

 

Two floors up, Siler blinked owlishly at a black screen and started to re-estimate the odds that Col. O’Neill was going to allow him to live another day.

Comments

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Poor Siler. He'd better lay low for a while.

[sid]

He totally should have asked for more than $50. He can't run away to Mexico on $50, lol.