Title: Daffodil Blues

Author: OXBastetXO

Category: Humor

Spoilers: None

Sequel/Season Info: None

Rating: G

Content Warning: None

Summary: Archaeologist with allergies and lots of flowers. *eg*  

Author's notes: Okay, this is just a short one...was venting my frustrations on to paper and then Judy gave me a cute idea for the end. Thanks girl!

Showtime and MGM/UA owns Stargate: SG-1 and all there in. I'm just borrowing them for a bit, and I promise to give them right back when I'm done. Well, most of them, I might just keep Daniel for a bit longer.

Daffodil Blues

by

OXBastetXO

Daniel Jackson sighed and started coughing. He frowned as he felt the congestion in his chest rattle around without coming loose. He made a face and reached for the glass of water beside his computer. He took a quick swallow and tried to flex the fingers on his brace encumbered left hand. First two fingers and his thumb moved easily, but the other two twinged all the way up into his wrist. Stupid pinched nerve had the tendons in his hand spasmed.

He blew his nose and started coughing again. He forgot how much he hated spring and it had barely begun. He hadn't been this congested when he had ended up with full blown bronchus from a cold two months ago and he couldn't take his cough medicine while he was at work because it had codeine in it. Wasn't safe for him to take it and drive and he couldn't think straight enough to work under the influence. He sniffed and reached for another tissue. Maybe he should just buy stock in kleenex.

Glancing around his desk, he decided to make another trip to the vending room. He had to get something to drink. Even after three cans of soda, a bottle of water, and a mug of green tea, he was still thirsty. He coughed and dug around his pocket for change. He had just enough.

Grabbing the glass of water on the desk, he tossed back the last swallow of the tepid liquid and got to his feet. As he swallowed, his ear popped for the umpteenth time that day. He cleared his throat and winced, he wasn't sure if his throat was sore from coughing or from the sinus drainaged. It really didn't matter which, it hurt.

He slipped off his glasses and rubbed his burning eyes. Soon, he could go home, take a dose of his cough medicine and spend the rest of the evening in a happily drugged stupor.

Daffodil day was a wonderful sentiment. Get a tangible reminder of spring while donating to cancer research.

He looked up as he heard a knock on his door.

"It's open," he called out.

Sam stuck her head in. "Hey, Daniel. How are you doing?"

He sniffed. "Okay. What brings you down here?"

She smiled and pushed the door the rest of the way open. "I thought you might like a little spot of color in you office." She handed him a big vase full of Daffodils.

Daniel sighed. He hated spring.

*fin...sniff*

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