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TITLE: A TYPICAL DAY
AUTHOR: Rowan Darkstar
EMAIL: rowan_d1@yahoo.com
RATING: All Ages
CATEGORIES: Angst, teamship, light shades of Sam/Jack
ARCHIVE: Yes, just let me know.
Written for the GateShip Wednesday Shorts "Shades of Grey" challenge
"A TYPICAL DAY"
by
Rowan Darkstar (rowan_d1@yahoo.com)
Daniel narrowed his steps to keep pace with Jack as they moved
toward the locker rooms. Daniel had never understood Jack's
leisurely pace. In anything.
"I mean, I didn't do anything *that* much worse than the crap you
guys normallyput up with," Jack was saying, and Daniel was no
longer sure whom his friend was trying to convince.
"Really." Daniel lifted his eyebrows.
"Yeah! I shot off my mouth, was insubordinate to Hammond, I went
at it with you over morality stuff... it was just...jacked up a
bit. For the cause. But typical stuff."
"Yeah, nothing too out of the ordinary..."
"And you're okay with it, right?" He risked a moment of eye
contact, then turned away. "I mean we--"
"I'm fine with it," Daniel said.
"I was over the line, but you guys know what was going on, and--"
"Right, it was practically a typical day..."
"Yeah..."
"...you pissed off Makepeace, pulled your superior tough guy act
with me, made Sam cry, mouthed off to Hammond..."
"Right, I--" Jack stopped mid-turn, hand hovering and at a loss
for direction. The slightest twitch of his left lid told Daniel
the depth of the nerve he had struck. "What?" Impatience hid
something like fear.
Daniel shrugged. "Typical day, right?"
Jack tilted his head back, distantly appraising. "What are you
talking about? Carter's fine. She knows what was goin' on; she's
a soldier, she can take it."
Daniel nodded. "Yes. She is and she can. Which is why she'll
never say a word."
Jack didn't speak.
Daniel stared at the floor, then he pushed up his glasses and
walked away.
"A word about *what*?" Jack called, the harshness losing its
domain over the jagged concern.
"That's all yours, Jack." He left the older man alone in the
hallway.
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