Do you need a lift
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brainofckThe prompt, from a guy called Daryl, via his co-worker and colleague, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
uisgich, is " "Is there a lift going cheap" Jackson."
No. Don't ask.
cocoajava suggested a drabble must be produced.
Ergo…
"Hey!" Jack yelled as he rounded the corner. He slipped in between the closing elevator doors.
"Not speaking to you," Daniel said preemptively.
The Marine in the elevator gave the tiniest snort of laughter.
"I didn't do it on purpose," Jack said apologetically. "I screwed up and replied to all."
Stony silence.
"Do you still need a ride?" Jack asked.
No response.
The Marine cleared her throat.
"He said Dr. Lee is giving him a ride home," she offered.
"Now. Come on. You don't have to ride with Lee. You know he'll just talk your ear off about Wizards and Warcraft or whatever the hell it is. You hate that."
Absolutely no response.
"Sir," the Marine ventured, as the door opened and she stepped out onto her level. "They're calling him 'Is-There-A-Lift-Going-Cheap' Jackson in the mess. It's going to take a lot more than a half-assed apology to make it up to him."
The door closed behind her.
Jack shoved Daniel up against the closed doors.
"I know she's right," Jack whispered into Daniel's ear, running his tongue over the edge of the shell. "Tell me what I can do."
The door opened again and Daniel stumbled backwards.
With a final, somewhat flushed, glare, he turned on his heel and stalked down the corridor toward the security station.
Jack shrugged at the MP on duty outside the elevator and slouched after him.
uisgich, is " "Is there a lift going cheap" Jackson."No. Don't ask.
cocoajava suggested a drabble must be produced.Ergo…
"Hey!" Jack yelled as he rounded the corner. He slipped in between the closing elevator doors.
"Not speaking to you," Daniel said preemptively.
The Marine in the elevator gave the tiniest snort of laughter.
"I didn't do it on purpose," Jack said apologetically. "I screwed up and replied to all."
Stony silence.
"Do you still need a ride?" Jack asked.
No response.
The Marine cleared her throat.
"He said Dr. Lee is giving him a ride home," she offered.
"Now. Come on. You don't have to ride with Lee. You know he'll just talk your ear off about Wizards and Warcraft or whatever the hell it is. You hate that."
Absolutely no response.
"Sir," the Marine ventured, as the door opened and she stepped out onto her level. "They're calling him 'Is-There-A-Lift-Going-Cheap' Jackson in the mess. It's going to take a lot more than a half-assed apology to make it up to him."
The door closed behind her.
Jack shoved Daniel up against the closed doors.
"I know she's right," Jack whispered into Daniel's ear, running his tongue over the edge of the shell. "Tell me what I can do."
The door opened again and Daniel stumbled backwards.
With a final, somewhat flushed, glare, he turned on his heel and stalked down the corridor toward the security station.
Jack shrugged at the MP on duty outside the elevator and slouched after him.
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Date: 2007-12-03 07:42 pm (UTC)I really hope Daniel accepts Jack's apology. :D
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Date: 2007-12-03 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-03 10:33 pm (UTC)Such is the power of teh internets :) A computer glitch on one side of the world can lead to a nice little fic with slashy undertones being written on the other side of the world.
And I'm in total awe of your quick fic writing skillz!!
Shame Daryl won't be able to read it. Not quite ready to introduce my workmates to the wonderful world of slash just yet :)