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Title: You Can Lead A Horse To Water
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 522
Spoilers: None
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kellifer_fic
Category: SG-1, Jack-Daniel friendship, Cameron POV
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Forprincessofg - so much remains unspoken
“What are you doing?”
Cameron cuts his eyes sideways and sees Sam looking at him, curiosity on her face.
“Watching Jackson and the General,” he says, waving his hand in the direction of those mentioned and Sam raises her eyebrows as she sets her lunch tray down on the table and slides into a chair.
“Why?”
“I’m trying to figure it out,” Cameron shrugs, snagging a spoonful of Sam’s blue jello and then making a face. “Ugh, red’s much better.”
“Heathen,” Sam snaps and then narrows her eyes. “Figure what out?”
“How he does it.”
“Cameron, I am honestly going to start throwing raisins at you if you don’t start making sense,” Sam threatens, waggling the box of raisins that was by her elbow.
“I’m trying to figure out how General O’Neill gets Jackson to do anything,” Cameron says, pointing his fork in their direction. “I’ve been on Jackson’s case for two weeks to eat a decent meal and here he is.”
When they’d sat down, Daniel had coffee and a piece of cake in front of him and Jack a full tray, heaped with sandwiches, sides and snacks. As they’d talked and laughed, Jack had been passing off food in small increments that Daniel would devour whenever he wasn’t the one talking.
It was a fascinating dance.
“And yesterday,” Cameron continues. “Jackson finally had the new flak insert in his jacket that I’d been trying to get him to wear.”
“Why didn’t he want to wear that again?”
“He said it made him look like an oblong.”
Sam snorts, taking a healthy scoopful of her jello.
“I mean, it’s weird enough a grown man saying the word oblong,” Cameron chuckles and Sam smiles.
“So you’re trying to what? Figure out what General O’Neill’s trick is?”
“Absolutely.”
“You won’t,” Sam says simply
“If I can just figure out what he says to him-”
“He doesn’t.”
“Doesn’t what?”
“Doesn’t say anything. You can’t bully Daniel into doing anything, but you can certainly nudge him in the right direction. Daniel tends to dig his heels in on principal. It took General O’Neill years to perfect just the right way to obscure what his real intentions were.”
“But they argue all the time.”
“Misdirection.”
“And he’s always making jokes.”
“Deflection.”
“Plus, I’ve heard him yelling,” Cameron says, holding up a finger and Sam shrugs.
“He never yells about the important things.”
“So, you’re saying you can lead Daniel to water and he’ll drink all on his own?”
“Pretty much.”
“It can’t be that simple,” Cameron says, leaning back and scrubbing a hand over his face.
“Oh, it really isn’t. I mean, getting Daniel to the water is usually an exercise in frustration and he can’t know that that is where he’ll eventually end up. He needs to think he’s going to the movies or something.”
An apple bonks off his head and Cameron scowls, turning in Daniel and Jack’s direction, who have their heads bowed together and are looking all the world like they are in deep conversation.
“Yeah,” Sam sighs dramatically, setting aside her empty jello glass. “What’s worse is when they actually work together.”
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 522
Spoilers: None
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: SG-1, Jack-Daniel friendship, Cameron POV
Spoilers: None
Prompt: For
princessofg - so much remains unspoken“What are you doing?”
Cameron cuts his eyes sideways and sees Sam looking at him, curiosity on her face.
“Watching Jackson and the General,” he says, waving his hand in the direction of those mentioned and Sam raises her eyebrows as she sets her lunch tray down on the table and slides into a chair.
“Why?”
“I’m trying to figure it out,” Cameron shrugs, snagging a spoonful of Sam’s blue jello and then making a face. “Ugh, red’s much better.”
“Heathen,” Sam snaps and then narrows her eyes. “Figure what out?”
“How he does it.”
“Cameron, I am honestly going to start throwing raisins at you if you don’t start making sense,” Sam threatens, waggling the box of raisins that was by her elbow.
“I’m trying to figure out how General O’Neill gets Jackson to do anything,” Cameron says, pointing his fork in their direction. “I’ve been on Jackson’s case for two weeks to eat a decent meal and here he is.”
When they’d sat down, Daniel had coffee and a piece of cake in front of him and Jack a full tray, heaped with sandwiches, sides and snacks. As they’d talked and laughed, Jack had been passing off food in small increments that Daniel would devour whenever he wasn’t the one talking.
It was a fascinating dance.
“And yesterday,” Cameron continues. “Jackson finally had the new flak insert in his jacket that I’d been trying to get him to wear.”
“Why didn’t he want to wear that again?”
“He said it made him look like an oblong.”
Sam snorts, taking a healthy scoopful of her jello.
“I mean, it’s weird enough a grown man saying the word oblong,” Cameron chuckles and Sam smiles.
“So you’re trying to what? Figure out what General O’Neill’s trick is?”
“Absolutely.”
“You won’t,” Sam says simply
“If I can just figure out what he says to him-”
“He doesn’t.”
“Doesn’t what?”
“Doesn’t say anything. You can’t bully Daniel into doing anything, but you can certainly nudge him in the right direction. Daniel tends to dig his heels in on principal. It took General O’Neill years to perfect just the right way to obscure what his real intentions were.”
“But they argue all the time.”
“Misdirection.”
“And he’s always making jokes.”
“Deflection.”
“Plus, I’ve heard him yelling,” Cameron says, holding up a finger and Sam shrugs.
“He never yells about the important things.”
“So, you’re saying you can lead Daniel to water and he’ll drink all on his own?”
“Pretty much.”
“It can’t be that simple,” Cameron says, leaning back and scrubbing a hand over his face.
“Oh, it really isn’t. I mean, getting Daniel to the water is usually an exercise in frustration and he can’t know that that is where he’ll eventually end up. He needs to think he’s going to the movies or something.”
An apple bonks off his head and Cameron scowls, turning in Daniel and Jack’s direction, who have their heads bowed together and are looking all the world like they are in deep conversation.
“Yeah,” Sam sighs dramatically, setting aside her empty jello glass. “What’s worse is when they actually work together.”