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piploverJust got off 24 hour staff duty, so to honor my utter state of about to fall on my face tired, I offer this little Stargate ficlet. I'm going to go crash night.
Enjoy!
Crossed Eyes
Jack blinked, then blinked again as his eyes refused to cooperate with his brain and focus on what Daniel was tellin him. Somthing about these ruins being the missing link to all of mankind or something. Yadda yadda yadda.
He yawned for probably the twelth time, trying to keep his attention where it belonged, and not to the little crease in his sock that was really starting to annoy him.
"Sir?"
Carter's voice brought him back to the others, realizing that they were all staring at him in concern.
"Are you well, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked softly, his left eyebrow raised.
Was he well? Hmmmm, let's think. Up for the past three days trying to finish that damn paperwork on his desk that seemed to have been breeding before Senetor Kinsey could throw the book at SGC for not having enough paper clips, followed by a seven mile hike to the local ruins and then inundated by Daniel in lecture mode.
Had he ever been this tired before in his life? He was saddenned when his mind screamed back a resounding YES!
"FIne," he finally mumbled, realizing that they had been awaiting his respons while his mind babbled at him. "You were saying, Daniel?"
"It was nothing, Jack," Danile said hastily, backpedalling from his earlier enthusiasm, concern evident in his voice. "I think we should make camp here for the night, let me get started on the translations early tomorrow."
Jack nodded abesntly, once more forcing his eyes to uncross and FOCUS! A moment later he found himself sitting on his butt, no idea how he had got there, with Carter, Daniel and Teal'c hovering over him like the three whitches and their cauldron. Any minute he expected to hear Daniel start cackling and Carter to intone, "Boil, boil, toil and trouble!"
"Um, Sir? When was the last time you slept?" Carter demanaded, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and his pale complexion.
"Or ate?" Daniel added, his tone accusing.
"Indeed, O'Neill, you do not look well," Teal'c contributed. "How did you manage to bybass DoctorFrasier in your current state?"
Jack felt the slow flush creep up his cheeks as he avoided their gaze, this time allowing his eyes unfocus.
The last thing he heard as he felt himself slip away into blessed sleep was Daniel and Carter's accusitory tones.
"Jack! You duped the Doc again!?"
Smiling slightly, he allowed sleep to claim him.
Enjoy!
Crossed Eyes
Jack blinked, then blinked again as his eyes refused to cooperate with his brain and focus on what Daniel was tellin him. Somthing about these ruins being the missing link to all of mankind or something. Yadda yadda yadda.
He yawned for probably the twelth time, trying to keep his attention where it belonged, and not to the little crease in his sock that was really starting to annoy him.
"Sir?"
Carter's voice brought him back to the others, realizing that they were all staring at him in concern.
"Are you well, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked softly, his left eyebrow raised.
Was he well? Hmmmm, let's think. Up for the past three days trying to finish that damn paperwork on his desk that seemed to have been breeding before Senetor Kinsey could throw the book at SGC for not having enough paper clips, followed by a seven mile hike to the local ruins and then inundated by Daniel in lecture mode.
Had he ever been this tired before in his life? He was saddenned when his mind screamed back a resounding YES!
"FIne," he finally mumbled, realizing that they had been awaiting his respons while his mind babbled at him. "You were saying, Daniel?"
"It was nothing, Jack," Danile said hastily, backpedalling from his earlier enthusiasm, concern evident in his voice. "I think we should make camp here for the night, let me get started on the translations early tomorrow."
Jack nodded abesntly, once more forcing his eyes to uncross and FOCUS! A moment later he found himself sitting on his butt, no idea how he had got there, with Carter, Daniel and Teal'c hovering over him like the three whitches and their cauldron. Any minute he expected to hear Daniel start cackling and Carter to intone, "Boil, boil, toil and trouble!"
"Um, Sir? When was the last time you slept?" Carter demanaded, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and his pale complexion.
"Or ate?" Daniel added, his tone accusing.
"Indeed, O'Neill, you do not look well," Teal'c contributed. "How did you manage to bybass DoctorFrasier in your current state?"
Jack felt the slow flush creep up his cheeks as he avoided their gaze, this time allowing his eyes unfocus.
The last thing he heard as he felt himself slip away into blessed sleep was Daniel and Carter's accusitory tones.
"Jack! You duped the Doc again!?"
Smiling slightly, he allowed sleep to claim him.
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Date: 2005-02-20 04:48 pm (UTC)*snort* Could that describe Jack's usual thought processes any better??
Oh Pip, I hope sleep claims you soon! And keeps you for a long, blissful time.
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Date: 2005-02-21 02:40 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. I slept for a wonderful 6 hours, and just got back from a wondeful workout. I'm ready to tackle for fiction!