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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Jack and Daniel friendship
Categories: Jack, Daniel, character study
Warnings: language
Author on LJ:stultiloquentia
Author's Website: (It's all a lot of amphigourious, stultiloquential fiddle-faddle.)
Link: On a Scale of One to Koosh Ball
Why This Must Be Read: This is the kind of Jack and Daniel friendship I love -- sharp, pointed, edged, honest. The clashing of cultures, the shifting of lines and acknowledgment of priorities. So marvelously them, back at the very beginning! Complete with bonus Jack-and-Hammond-eyebrow communication for the win. :)
(Reccer's note: this is supposed to be an outtake of another non-gen fic, but it reads marvelously on its own.)
"So," Daniel sallied, "I think I've correctly deduced that this one's about me. Think you might condescend to be more forthcoming than you were with the General?"
Jack stared at him for a second, reached a long arm into the bottom drawer of his desk, and lobbed a Koosh ball right at Daniel's face. It bounced off the bridge of his nose and narrowly missed his coffee cup, which sloshed as Daniel brought hands up in belated self defense.
"What the hell!"
"Every hour of sleep you miss," Jack clipped out, "that's a thirty percent drop in reaction time in the field. You're endangering my team."
Categories: Jack, Daniel, character study
Warnings: language
Author on LJ:
stultiloquentiaAuthor's Website: (It's all a lot of amphigourious, stultiloquential fiddle-faddle.)
Link: On a Scale of One to Koosh Ball
Why This Must Be Read: This is the kind of Jack and Daniel friendship I love -- sharp, pointed, edged, honest. The clashing of cultures, the shifting of lines and acknowledgment of priorities. So marvelously them, back at the very beginning! Complete with bonus Jack-and-Hammond-eyebrow communication for the win. :)
(Reccer's note: this is supposed to be an outtake of another non-gen fic, but it reads marvelously on its own.)
"So," Daniel sallied, "I think I've correctly deduced that this one's about me. Think you might condescend to be more forthcoming than you were with the General?"
Jack stared at him for a second, reached a long arm into the bottom drawer of his desk, and lobbed a Koosh ball right at Daniel's face. It bounced off the bridge of his nose and narrowly missed his coffee cup, which sloshed as Daniel brought hands up in belated self defense.
"What the hell!"
"Every hour of sleep you miss," Jack clipped out, "that's a thirty percent drop in reaction time in the field. You're endangering my team."
