Rating:
PG
Category: Missing Scene, touch of smarm.
Spoilers: Season 8 - Affinity
Summary:
Tag for Affinity, Kidnapped and Zatted all in one afternoon.
Authors
notes: Thanks
to Lauretta for the once again excellent beta.
This is just another S8 add on.
Usual
disclaimer: I don't own them sadly enough. They are the property of MGM/Sci-Fi
and god knows who else. Please don’t sue I have nothing of value.
Daniel
found himself back in the infirmary once again.
And once again he realised it was because of a Zat.
He was beginning to wonder if he wasn’t starting to carry a permanent
electrical charge considering how many times he’d been shot in the last few
months.
"Kidnapped,
Daniel?" Daniel heard Jack
before he actually saw him, the trademark bellowing of his name was hard to
mistake. "We've talked about
this." Jack said with fake calmness as he bore down on Daniel still
sitting on the infirmary bed.
Sam had
remained with him while he got checked out but Daniel noticed the minute Jack
came stomping towards them she backed herself into the next cubical area,
therefore remaining relatively out of sight of the mad man now looming over him.
Daniel
was well aware of his defeatist body language.
Eyes averted, shoulders hunched, he just wasn’t sure what it was about
Jack that brought the little boy out in him.
"Jack I'm fine, I handled it."
"You
got zatted! Again!"
The yelling was, if it was scientifically possible, getting even louder.
"I'm
not doing it on purpose if that's what you’re insinuating."
The remark was meant to sound sarcastic, but came out as rather a meek
protest. It
didn't help that Jack was more pissed off than he usually was when being
left out of the action.
"Daniel,
it seems it's every other mission that you get hurt. I tell ya, I'm this close to grounding you”, Jack showed his
fingers only inches apart, “and fitting another desk in my office since you
obviously can't be left alone with out getting yourself involved with the NID."
Oh so that was it, Jack was going for the melodramatic approach.
It made for a nice change Daniel thought sarcastically.
"Jack..."
"The NID Daniel!"
"They go by 'The Trust' now." Jack speared him with a glare. "Just...thought you, should...never mind." Daniel focused his attention else where.
"Oh For Cryin' Out
Loud!" Jack started to pace, ranting to
himself and looking generally unstable. "I've
been trying to protect you from these people for the past I don't know how
many years." Jack threw his
arms up as if asking the gods, false or otherwise, ‘why him?’
"Erm...protect?"
Now Daniel was the one to
be more than a little ticked, which only firmed his resolve to stand
up to Jack on the issue. He may
have needed Jack’s protection in the beginning, but surely after eight years
he'd proved he could handle
things on his own. Though, on this occasion,
he had to admit he had a major lapse in judgment.
"Yes
Daniel, protect. As in 'to keep
safe'." Jack enunciated
sternly.
Daniel
opened his mouth to respond, got as far as taking a breath before Jack cut in
again.
"And here you are, the minute they try and get you off on your own...just why did you do that by the way?"
"Because
they told me to." Daniel
replied as if it were obvious.
"Because
they told you to." Jack
mimicked patronisingly. "Great,
just great, yet when I," he poked his chest, hard, "tell you to do
something..."
"Jack,
c’mon you know why. They said
they knew about Teal'c, we needed to find out.
I thought it was the right thing to do."
Silence fell between them. When
Jack was silent Daniel got nervous. "And
besides, it worked out." He
only half believed it himself, letting out a small self conscious chuckle to
prove it.
Jack,
almost vibrating with rage at Daniel’s stupidity, waved a pointed finger at
him. "This isn't over Daniel.
I swear the minute - the minute, you are discharged from here I want you
in my office. We're going to have a
little chat." Through out the whole speech Daniel had been feeling like a
chastised child, but that last sentence, said with a hint of a smile behind it,
felt like the calm before the storm. A time to panic if ever there was one.
"I
think I'm in trouble." Daniel
remarked glibly, watching Jack stomp out of the infirmary, still muttering and cursing
Daniel's name under his breath.
Sam,
feeling Daniel's pain, offered the only response she could under the
circumstances. "Ya
think?"
Fin.
