Title: You're Not Cereal

Author: OXBastetXO

Category: Humor

Spoilers: Just borrowed a character from a couple of my fanfics...Shores of Avalon..etc

Sequel/Season Info: Any

Rating: G

Content Warning: None..just silly

Summary: Strange thing happen to a mind on codeine.

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 Jack and Daniel for a bit longer.

You're Not Cereal

by

OXBastetXO

Jack slipped into the briefing room and spotted Daniel Jackson standing at the back with his hands stuffed in his pockets. The archaeologist was watching the proceedings with a distracted interest from under hooded eyes. O'Neill wandered over and stood beside the younger man who didn't seem to notice his approach.

"Somebody's on drugs," Jack quipped and the Daniel jumped a little.

"Oh, Hi," he said with a slight blush. "Didn't see you come in."

Jack smiled. "Obviously."

Jackson nodded slowly.

"You ok?" O'Neill asked, eyeing the younger man.

"Hmm?" Daniel adjusted his glasses and blinked owlishly at him for a moment. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"Really?" Jack couldn't keep the skeptical look off his face.

"Yeah," the archaeologist said smothering a yawn. "Sorry." He gave Jack a sheepish grin. "Fraiser gave me some pretty high powered cough syrup." He sighed and pulled off his glasses scrubbing at his eyes. "Spring has definitely sprung."

"Allergies?" Jack asked the obvious.

Daniel nodded.

"How ya feeling?"

"Tired," Jackson started, but broke off in to a chest rattling cough.

Jack frowned. "You sure you ok?"

"Yeah," Daniel answered a bit breathlessly. "Didn't need that lung anyway."

Jack just shook his head again.

"Doctor Jackson," Daria Peterson, SG-4 anthropologist, walked over to them. "Have you seen the pseudo-Gaelic tablet that SG-8 brought back from P2J-342?"

"Yeah," Daniel said, perking up a bit. "I really didn't have time to go over the translation though."

Jack took that as his cue to leave and started to walk away as Peterson produced a pile of photos of the artifact. He paused though to pick up a cup of coffee on the way out the door. He turned around as he heard Peterson start to giggle. "I really doubt they had rice crispies in pre-Celtic myths, Daniel."

"But it says right here...'snap, crackle, pop'," Daniel frowned at the picture and sank in to a nearby chair.

"Syvinis, Créteil, and Poitou," she said, trying not to smile. "I think it's a list of king names."

"Oh," Daniel said, nodding. "Yeah, that works too."

Jack couldn't help himself as he walked up. "See, if they had eaten Wheaties, they wouldn't be a dead civilization."

Peterson laughed and shook her head.

"Hey," Daniel said tracing his finger along one of the photos. "Is it me or if you would connect the dots here, it would look like Mickey Mouse?"

"It's you," Jack said grabbing the archaeologist under the arm and pulling him to his feet. "Come on, Doctor Jackson, I think it's past someone's bed time."

"I'm fine," Daniel said, testily pulling his arm out of Jack's light grip. "I just..." he paused, turning to look back down at the pictures. "I just..." He picked up a marker and started to connect the small irregularities on the artifact the camera had picked up and indeed, they did look like Mickey Mouse by the time he was done. "See, I was right." He put the marker down and frowned. "Why did I just do that?"

Jack tried to not to laugh but failed miserably. "That 'high powered cough syrup' Fraiser gave you didn't happen to have codeine in it did it?"

"I don't know," Daniel said. "It might have."

Peterson patted the archaeologist on the arm and then started to gather up her photos. "Why don't I just take these. You take it easy, Daniel, and feel better."

"Okay," he said smothering another cough into his shirt sleeve.

"Daniel," Jack said. Jackson stared at Peterson's retreating figure. "Daniel."

The archaeologist jerked turning to look at him. "Oh, hi, Jack."

O'Neill sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Attention span of a three year old," he muttered. "Come on," he said jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "Let's go get something to eat."

"Sure," Daniel said, glancing down at his watch. "It's about time for me to take another dose of my cough medicine."

Jack groaned.

"Why do I have this sudden craving for cereal?"

*fin*

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