brainofck

"Daniel? A little help here?" Still no response. That certainly made for a lovely day at the office. Stupid, annoying co-workers. "Daniel?" Nope. Completely out of it. Jack sighed and resorted to his previous plan of trying to leverage the straps against the bed. He twisted and turned til he sat cross-legged with his back to the footboard, trying to get a slat to lift and push one of the leather loops.

"So, how was your evening?" he asked acidly.

"Cocktail party," Daniel said. His voice sounded trancelike. He finally turned his eyes to Jack again, and Jack saw the subtle shift there, as if Daniel were coming back to reality from far away. Daniel smiled slowly. Jack realized that Daniel had finally noticed that he was stark naked. Nothing like sitting there with the family jewels exposed for all to see to finally get somebody's attention. "I'm guessing that you've had much more fun than I have."

"Yeah, how do you figure?" Jack said irritated, but also distracted. That time he almost had it.

"Aliens, booze, weird food, boring, boring small talk. Cannot begin to relate how boring. I'd much rather have been tided up naked in silk sheets." Daniel rubbed the fine fabric between two fingers. Jack narrowed his eyes at him. That looked distinctly like a leer.

Daniel Jackson did not leer at people. Jack found it very disconcerting.

"Alien booze, Daniel?"