seldear | fic for Shaz (and anyone else who cares to read it)

'Twas written last night at 9:30pm just before bed as the opening sequence to a story I had plotted out. I'm not going to use it after all: the muse decided it would be better to leap straight into the action, so we axed it.

*pets

sharim*
You know you want to!

mini!SG1fic

Daniel Malvorn turned to Jon O'Neill as the door shut behind the last member of the household.

"'Don't try this at home'?"

"Hey, it made sense at the time!" Jon protested, spreading his hands wide before he hung the house keys on the hooks on the wall.

"Which isn't much," Daniel muttered beneath his breath.

"Hey, guys!" The voice from further in the house was short and annoyed. "Cool it!"

The two young men looked at each other. "Pissy," Jon muttered.

"I heard that, Col-- Jon!"

"You'd be too if you'd spent two hours worried about the state of your patient's health." Daniel gave Jon a wry look. "And right now, I'd be more worried about your own state of health given that she's in a bad mood."

The young woman who appeared framed in the hallway was considerably smaller than the young men she was facing - both of whom had put on a few inches in the growth-spurt of the last couple of months. But for all that she looked adolescent, she held herself with the demeanour of someone used to authority and who wasn't afraid of wielding the big stick.

Or, in this case, the big needles.

"I heard that, Daniel," she said with narrowed eyes. "And both of you, cool it."

"That applies to you, too, Jan," murmured another voice from out in the living room. "In fact, it applies to everyone right now."

Daniel gave Jon a rueful glance. Jon just grinned and shrugged in amusement.

"Observe that neither Jonas nor myself have uttered a word, Alexandra," came a voice from the kitchen. Murray's voice seemed to have finally settled. There'd been a while when they'd all stared at him every time he uttered a word - there was no way to describe the sheer weirdness of hearing a not-Teal'c voice coming from Murray.

"You don't need to," came the easy retort. "You look. Would you get us a drink while you're there, too?"

There was the sound of a fridge door opening. "Milk, water, iced tea or lemonade?"

The prospect of a drink pushed Jon past both Daniel and Janet where they stood, and he hauled of his slightly-dusty evening jacket and flung it over a dining chair back. "Lemonade please, Murray."

"Me, too."

"Yep."

"Yep."

Murray paused with his hand over the glasses. "I believe it would be easiest if I poured one for everyone?"

"Uh, yeah," Daniel said as he wandered around the table and over to the sofa before sprawling down. Next to him, Alex opened one lazy blue eye, her short dress riding easily up her long legs where they were stretched out on the coffee table. Jon let his eyes linger on her a moment, then caught both Janet and Jonas' knowing looks and sighed.

In the end, there was something to be said for regs.

"So," he said. "Status report."

"All limbs, all senses, just dog tired," Daniel offered immediately.

"Ditto," Alex mumbled.

Jon turned to Jonas who shrugged. "Same here."

"I have suffered no lasting injuries, O'Neill."

Janet didn't look in such a good mood. "Am I the only one worried that they tracked us down and came looking for us?"

"No," Jon told her, "you're not. But that's something for the Air Force to check out - not us. Not yet."

Yet. The word hung between them all, a reminder of who they were beneath the oh-so-mild exterior of senior students at Denver High.

"And if we find out that Baal really is after us?" Alex asked, now opening both eyes to hold his gaze.

Jon returned her gaze. "Then we do what we've always done.

"We take the fight back to him."

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