Title: A postcard from Daniel
Author: The Blonde Sheep
Feedback: Onlist or to beth_supersaint@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: J/D
Category: Slash, humour,
Date: July, 2003
Status: complete
Series: Part of the 'correspondence' series. Other
stories in the series so far include 'A letter from Daniel', 'A response from
Jack' and 'A postcard from Jack.'
Spoilers/Season: around season 3.
Archive: Area 52, WOMB, Cartouche, JackslashDaniel
AlphaGate...anyone else just ask
Synopsis: Teal'c receives some post...and wishes he hadn't.
Notes: A big thankful and hugs to my beta
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Showtime/ Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko
Productions. I do not own the characters and indeed am only playing with them
for a little while. I am not making any money from this and I'm still paying
for everything I own so there's very little point in suing me. No copyright
infringement whatsoever is intended. The story is for entertainment purposes
only. At least I hope it's entertaining. The original characters, situations
and story are mine. Please check with me first if you want to archive or link
to this story.
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A postcard from Daniel
By the Blonde Sheep
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hello Murray,
Weather's lovely, food's good, company could be improved. Jack's been sulking
for days about the forgotten fishing kit; like it's my fault I left it on the
step? He thinks I did it on purpose...as if I would do such a thing. I promised
him if someone steals it from his doorstep I'd buy him a new set...eventually,
but then he went off on some tangent about memories...I don't even want to know
how long he's had that bait for.
Anyway, in totally childish retaliation he threw my Orwell novel into the
middle of the lake. Can you believe that? Wait it's Jack we're talking about
but still...I really wanted to finish that this week and he knew it. Can you
believe he's jealous of a book? I asked him kindly to go fetch it back but he
refused, then acted so surprised when I helpfully pushed him into the lake to
find it. He didn't retrieve it though, just splashed about indignantly until I
went inside.
Oh, he blames me for forgetting the fishing stuff but he's the one that forgot
the mosquito repellent- of course he refuses to admit it's his fault; nothing's
ever Jack's fault. I'm covered in bites which are mainly from the flying
pest...and some from the mosquitos. And then he tells me I can't scratch them
and I reasonably pointed out they are my bites on my skin so I could do what I
like with them and then he completely over-reacted by duct taping oven gloves
to my hands...when I was asleep. He refused to remove them...until I calmly
pointed out that my hands couldn't be used for *anything* in their current
state.
We're running low on supplies but we can't go to the local shops again because
Jack insulted the owners; can you believe he drove back from the drugstore with
a condom covering the top of his head? You can't take the man anywhere. We had
to remove it cause he complained it was cutting off the blood supply to his
brain- yeah, like that would make any noticeable difference. Anyway, it took a
*lot* of lubrication to remove it- lubrication that could have been put to a
much better use. Hopefully with any luck they will have forgotten the
whole...incident by the time *he* returns. Notice that? He. Singular.
Must go, her majesty is shouting- again. Doesn't the man have feet? Can he not
just walk over to me and speak at a level that doesn't make the whole
dangerously unstable cabin shake even more?
Really wish you were here...instead of me.
Daniel
END