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Title: Not Your Average Day in the Office, 1/?
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kirsteena
Fandom: Stargate SG1/Tomb Raider
Rating: PG
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Pairing: None
Words: 1041
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Crossover fiction of Stargate SG1 and Tomb Raider. Written forverdant_gt for my Christmas fic challenge. It started off small, now it's mutating. Hope it works for you!
“Daniel.”
“Daniel?”
“Hmmm?” Daniel finally realised that someone was talking to him and looked up from what he was working on to see Sam looking at him. He blinked slightly into the light. “Oh hey, Sam.”
“How long have you been working on that?” she asked, tapping the tablet that Daniel had been translating.
“Uh...” he glanced at the tiny clock he kept in his office. “Long enough to be hungry?”
“You see, this is why he shouldn’t be left on his own,” Jack said, sauntering into the office. “He forgets the basics. At least he remembered to shave this morning.”
Daniel stroked his chin absently, checking that yes, he had remembered to shave. “Why do I need to remember to have food when we can tell the time by Jack’s stomach?”
“Hey!” Jack protested. “I don’t just base everything I do around food.” Daniel and Sam both looked at him, with matching expressions. Daniel shook his head first.
“So... you didn’t come down here just to make sure I ate something,” Daniel said, as Jack guided him out into the corridor. “What’s up, guys?”
“Food first, talk later.”
“You were saying about food?”
“Shut up, Daniel.”
“So. What’s up?” Daniel asked, having devoured the main course, and was now eating his jello more sedately. “Cause there has to be something.”
“Daniel! How could you assume there always has to be something. I’m offended,” Jack said in mock horror.
“Yeah, right. I know that look, Jack. That’s your ‘something’s happened’ look.”
“Do I have a ‘something’s happened’ look?” Jack asked, turning to look at Sam.
“I didn’t want to say anything, sir,” Sam said, shrugging slightly.
“Well, that’s no fun if people are predicting news,” Jack said, pulling a face.
“Just spill it, Jack.”
“Well, General Hammond got a phone call...”
“I’m sure he gets many. Any specific one, or am I going to have to take away your pie till you tell me?”
“Someone found an artefact in Borneo. Specifically, an Egyptian artefact,” Sam said, handing Daniel some grainy photos, laughing as Jack grabbed the dish that had his pie in and curled his arm round it protectively. “Not exactly what you would expect to see deep inside a cave in the tropical rainforest.”
Daniel looked at the photos, his curiosity rising. “Well, it’s not a sarcophagus, so while that doesn’t rule out Goa’uld encounters, it cuts the chances to small,” he said absently, never taking his eyes off the pictures. “Which is more the odds I like. It might be a chest, though it’s a bit plain. Who knows what it contains? Do we have hi-res of these, so I can study them on the way there? The hieroglyphics might help.”
Jack and Sam didn’t answer for a moment, just looking at each other. “Yeah, about that...”
“C’mon guys? Can’t you see I have to see this? Who found it? And how did they know to contact the General?” Daniel asked, looking up first at Sam, then at Jack. “What?”
“The two archaeologists who found it were found by their guides a few hours later. They’d been knocked out and the artefact was gone. They tried contacting you, after they figured out you were the only one who dealt with odd theories like that, and it got forwarded to the General.”
“Someone stole it? How could they know it was even there, and who would... uh oh,” Daniel said, his eyes going wide.
“Uh oh? Daniel? You know I don’t like it when you say ‘uh oh’. It implies that I need to know something. Something you’ve forgotten to tell me,” Jack said, raising an eyebrow at Daniel.
“Did they get a description of the attacker?” Daniel asked.
“A woman, they say,” Jack replied. “Can you believe that anyone would do that?”
Daniel closed his eyes for a moment. “Tall, dark-haired, guns strapped to her legs?”
“Daniel?” Jack said patiently. “Don’t make me get angry with you.”
“You know her?” Sam asked, looking at Daniel, confused.
“Well, not personally, but I’ve heard of her. Almost everyone in the archaeology community has. She’s as much of an outcast as I am. Her name is Lara Croft. She’s what’s known as a Tomb Raider.”
Jack frowned. “As in the computer game?” he asked.
“You know of it? Well, yeah,” Daniel replied. “Apparently the games are sort of based on her life – well sort of. Someone decided to make a fast buck out of making something up vaguely based on one or two facts.”
“Including the...?” Jack made a suggestive gesture, which only led to Sam rolling her eyes at him.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Daniel replied. “From all accounts those were just... additions.”
“Huh. Whaddya know?”
“Getting back to the... point,” Daniel carried on, “If she’s the one who’s got the artefact we could be in for an interesting time. She’s got a reputation for being tenacious, and unwilling to give up whatever she’s acquired.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Wait. You called her a tomb raider. Isn’t that like a perfect description of what you do? I mean, you break into tombs, take what’s there.”
Daniel glared at Jack for a moment, before pulling himself together. “Uh. No. Tomb raiders generally either raid to order, or purely for their own benefit. What I do is for the benefit of mankind.”
“Yeah, but you don’t get to announce what you’ve found, write papers on it, tell people about it, so how can it be different?”
Daniel could tell Jack was in one of his stubborn moods. “Well, you can blame the government for that one,” Daniel replied. “I can really see them looking favourably on me announcing the latest archaeological discovery from P4X-271.”
“Though that was a primordial world. Lots of methane,” Jack replied.
“You get my point,” Daniel said, fully aware that Jack was winding him up.
“So, what are we going to do?” Sam asked. “Has the General said anything?”
“Finding that artefact is a priority, apparently,” Jack said.”The Pentagon don’t want anything potentially relating to the Goa’uld ending up in the wrong hands, because that’s turned out so well in the past. So, research time for you, Danny boy.”
“What’s new?” Daniel replied, looking back at the photos.
Author:
kirsteenaFandom: Stargate SG1/Tomb Raider
Rating: PG
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Pairing: None
Words: 1041
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Crossover fiction of Stargate SG1 and Tomb Raider. Written for
verdant_gt for my Christmas fic challenge. It started off small, now it's mutating. Hope it works for you!“Daniel.”
“Daniel?”
“Hmmm?” Daniel finally realised that someone was talking to him and looked up from what he was working on to see Sam looking at him. He blinked slightly into the light. “Oh hey, Sam.”
“How long have you been working on that?” she asked, tapping the tablet that Daniel had been translating.
“Uh...” he glanced at the tiny clock he kept in his office. “Long enough to be hungry?”
“You see, this is why he shouldn’t be left on his own,” Jack said, sauntering into the office. “He forgets the basics. At least he remembered to shave this morning.”
Daniel stroked his chin absently, checking that yes, he had remembered to shave. “Why do I need to remember to have food when we can tell the time by Jack’s stomach?”
“Hey!” Jack protested. “I don’t just base everything I do around food.” Daniel and Sam both looked at him, with matching expressions. Daniel shook his head first.
“So... you didn’t come down here just to make sure I ate something,” Daniel said, as Jack guided him out into the corridor. “What’s up, guys?”
“Food first, talk later.”
“You were saying about food?”
“Shut up, Daniel.”
“So. What’s up?” Daniel asked, having devoured the main course, and was now eating his jello more sedately. “Cause there has to be something.”
“Daniel! How could you assume there always has to be something. I’m offended,” Jack said in mock horror.
“Yeah, right. I know that look, Jack. That’s your ‘something’s happened’ look.”
“Do I have a ‘something’s happened’ look?” Jack asked, turning to look at Sam.
“I didn’t want to say anything, sir,” Sam said, shrugging slightly.
“Well, that’s no fun if people are predicting news,” Jack said, pulling a face.
“Just spill it, Jack.”
“Well, General Hammond got a phone call...”
“I’m sure he gets many. Any specific one, or am I going to have to take away your pie till you tell me?”
“Someone found an artefact in Borneo. Specifically, an Egyptian artefact,” Sam said, handing Daniel some grainy photos, laughing as Jack grabbed the dish that had his pie in and curled his arm round it protectively. “Not exactly what you would expect to see deep inside a cave in the tropical rainforest.”
Daniel looked at the photos, his curiosity rising. “Well, it’s not a sarcophagus, so while that doesn’t rule out Goa’uld encounters, it cuts the chances to small,” he said absently, never taking his eyes off the pictures. “Which is more the odds I like. It might be a chest, though it’s a bit plain. Who knows what it contains? Do we have hi-res of these, so I can study them on the way there? The hieroglyphics might help.”
Jack and Sam didn’t answer for a moment, just looking at each other. “Yeah, about that...”
“C’mon guys? Can’t you see I have to see this? Who found it? And how did they know to contact the General?” Daniel asked, looking up first at Sam, then at Jack. “What?”
“The two archaeologists who found it were found by their guides a few hours later. They’d been knocked out and the artefact was gone. They tried contacting you, after they figured out you were the only one who dealt with odd theories like that, and it got forwarded to the General.”
“Someone stole it? How could they know it was even there, and who would... uh oh,” Daniel said, his eyes going wide.
“Uh oh? Daniel? You know I don’t like it when you say ‘uh oh’. It implies that I need to know something. Something you’ve forgotten to tell me,” Jack said, raising an eyebrow at Daniel.
“Did they get a description of the attacker?” Daniel asked.
“A woman, they say,” Jack replied. “Can you believe that anyone would do that?”
Daniel closed his eyes for a moment. “Tall, dark-haired, guns strapped to her legs?”
“Daniel?” Jack said patiently. “Don’t make me get angry with you.”
“You know her?” Sam asked, looking at Daniel, confused.
“Well, not personally, but I’ve heard of her. Almost everyone in the archaeology community has. She’s as much of an outcast as I am. Her name is Lara Croft. She’s what’s known as a Tomb Raider.”
Jack frowned. “As in the computer game?” he asked.
“You know of it? Well, yeah,” Daniel replied. “Apparently the games are sort of based on her life – well sort of. Someone decided to make a fast buck out of making something up vaguely based on one or two facts.”
“Including the...?” Jack made a suggestive gesture, which only led to Sam rolling her eyes at him.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Daniel replied. “From all accounts those were just... additions.”
“Huh. Whaddya know?”
“Getting back to the... point,” Daniel carried on, “If she’s the one who’s got the artefact we could be in for an interesting time. She’s got a reputation for being tenacious, and unwilling to give up whatever she’s acquired.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Wait. You called her a tomb raider. Isn’t that like a perfect description of what you do? I mean, you break into tombs, take what’s there.”
Daniel glared at Jack for a moment, before pulling himself together. “Uh. No. Tomb raiders generally either raid to order, or purely for their own benefit. What I do is for the benefit of mankind.”
“Yeah, but you don’t get to announce what you’ve found, write papers on it, tell people about it, so how can it be different?”
Daniel could tell Jack was in one of his stubborn moods. “Well, you can blame the government for that one,” Daniel replied. “I can really see them looking favourably on me announcing the latest archaeological discovery from P4X-271.”
“Though that was a primordial world. Lots of methane,” Jack replied.
“You get my point,” Daniel said, fully aware that Jack was winding him up.
“So, what are we going to do?” Sam asked. “Has the General said anything?”
“Finding that artefact is a priority, apparently,” Jack said.”The Pentagon don’t want anything potentially relating to the Goa’uld ending up in the wrong hands, because that’s turned out so well in the past. So, research time for you, Danny boy.”
“What’s new?” Daniel replied, looking back at the photos.