Jack tells Daniel to "shut up" once too often.
Daniel decides to give him The Silent Treatment.
Grateful thanks to my delightful beta-reader,
and plot bunny provider, Evelyn Duncan. 8-)
This is a tag for - well, any episode where Jack, owing to
the vagaries of the scriptwriters, falls waaay short of the professional level
of courtesy due to
his archaeologist, to the point where it really, really,
really gets on one's tits...
WARNINGS: a modicum of bad language, plus it's almost gen.
but not quite.
Colonel O'Neill was coming under increasing and relentless
pressure to produce concrete benefits in the form of advanced weaponry from his
team's oh-so-expensive trips through the 'Gate. It was not there just
for their jolly jaunts to other planets, even if some members of the team
thought it was. Which was grossly unfair given the number of times they'd all
put their lives on the line to save good old planet Earth. Clearly you were
only as good as your latest near-death exploit, however much General Hammond
had tried to sugar-coat the pill. Again.
This set O'Neill up to share the pain, especially with the one
who always seemed to be working against him these days. In calmer moments, his
logical side knew that Daniel who, in a military set-up was certain to come
across as something of a pacifist, was merely looking for the best solution,
same as he was. Trouble was, they all too often appeared to be approaching that
desirable goal from entirely different - and conflicting - directions.
A new day. A new planet. A new mission. Same objectives. Same
old. Same old. But this time, things really looked like they were coming
together. The people were keen to deal and willing to share, so pretty much a
first then. However...
Daniel had a bad feeling about the whole set-up. It wasn't
anything he could immediately put his finger on. It was more like opening the
'fridge door and detecting the faint odor which suggested that, somewhere out
of sight, something was going off. Then again, if something seems too good to
be true, it very probably is. Yet Jack was all set to bite their hands off
As a result, Daniel kept asking endless probing questions,
trying to find out what it was that he was missing. These questions appeared to
unsettle their new friends, adding to his suspicions and irritating the hell
out of O'Neill. The latter snapped.
"Next time I tell you to shut up, Jackson, just obey my
order," he growled.
"I didn't hear you tell me to shut up," Daniel
sniped back, patently annoyed.
"Too subtle for ya?"
"Well, for once, yes. Would you please hear me
But Jack didn't want to know - didn't want anything to derail
his precious treaty.
"Colonel O'Neill, do we have an agreement?" The
leader was clearly as keen to push the treaty through as Jack was.
Daniel was well pissed off. Jack playing the dumb schmuck was
one thing; actually being a dumb schmuck was something else entirely.
"Daniel - shut the fuck up! Is that clear enough?"
Daniel was stunned. Beyond stunned, and prey to a whole raft of
emotions. First was humiliation. To be told off in front of both potential
allies and colleagues, as if he'd been acting the class clown in sixth
grade, felt like being hit by a barrelful of icy water.
Next came fury - cold fury. How dared Jack humiliate him thus?
He was an intelligent, highly educated man who was just trying to do his job in
circumstances made more difficult, unnecessarily more difficult, by the man he
was trying to help.
A biting sense of injustice - no, impropriety - joined in. If
Jack had a problem with the way he was doing his job, then the professional way
of dealing with it would have been to take Daniel away somewhere private and
discuss it like rational and civilized human beings. Or not. But
privately either way.
Worst of all was a raw feeling of deep, dark hurt that ran bone
deep. He and Jack were supposed to be friends - close friends. Though, looking
back, that friendship had been wearing thin for weeks now.
No. Not weeks. Months. At the time, Daniel had accepted Jack's
reassurances regarding his comment that there wasn't much of a foundation to
their friendship. He'd only said it because of the role he'd had to play and
the fear that his house was bugged. Or so he'd said later. It now occurred to
Daniel that maybe it was the apology itself which had been the lie. Well, if
that was the way Jack wanted it...
When it turned out that Daniel's suspicions had been fully
justified, Jack apologised again, quite humbly in fact, but this time, Daniel
definitely wasn't buying it.
The debriefing was spectacularly short. Daniel left it to the
rest of the team to explain just how and why such a promising venture had
rapidly gone to hell.
"Do you have anything to add, Dr. Jackson?" General
"No sir." The words were uttered with clipped,
Jack nearly suffered whiplash as his head shot round in
Daniel's direction. Daniel always had something to contribute at
practically every debriefing. Even General Hammond looked surprised - looked as
if he was wondering whether to call a medical team stat. Daniel only just
managed to maintain his poker face.
"Very well S.G.-1, you are dismissed."
Daniel was first out of the briefing room like a sprinter off
the blocks. Jack would have tried to catch him, but Hammond wanted a word with
him about another matter. When he escaped, Daniel had already left the
mountain. Jack was a little worried, the worry fuelled by guilt. But he
had apologized and Daniel wasn't one to harbor a grudge. Well, not for
He had made an exception in the case of Apophis, but
Daniel wouldn't put Jack in the same category as him, surely. Jack chuckled at
the thought, but there was just the teensiest niggling doubt at the back of his
Nah... This was Daniel.
O'Neill went in to work as usual. He had a load of paperwork to
get through, which had driven the previous day's events from his mind. Until he
went to round up Daniel for lunch.
Daniel was at his desk, his head buried in a book. He didn't
look up when Jack walked in after a perfunctory knock on the frame of the open
door, just continued to pore over the dusty tome.
"Hey, Daniel, time for lunch," Jack said with a
cheerful grin. "Gotta keep your strength up!"
Daniel still didn't look up. He carefully turned a page, his
eyes sliding up to the first line on the next page as if Jack didn't exist.
"You gone deaf or something, Rock Boy?" Jack joked.
Daniel said nothing.
Jack was beginning to feel a little annoyed. "I can make
it an order if you like."
Still no response.
"Oh-kay then, I order you to stop work and come for
Daniel picked up a leather book mark, set it in place, closed
the book - LeTour du Monde en 80 Jours by Jules Verne - with a sharp
snap and stood up.
"Finally!" Jack turned on his heel and headed for
the commissary. Daniel took his book - a novel and therefore not actual work -
and followed Jack. Followed him in the food line, followed him to an empty
table, unloaded his tray, including the book, and sat down. Opened the book.
Picked up his fork and tucked into the beef stew. Or whatever was masquerading
as beef stew this week.
Jack sighed. "And I suppose you brought the book because I
didn't tell ya to leave it behind?"
No response. Daniel ate. Daniel read:
Avec une extrême rapidité, ce train passa dans l'État
d'Iowa par Council-Bluffs, Des Moines, et par Rock-Island il entrait dans
"Oh fer cryin' out loud, look at me."
Obediently, Daniel looked up. Looked his C.O. squarely in the
eye, his face an expressionless mask. Then he returned his attention to his
food and his book.
Jack mentally slapped himself upside the head. "Ok. I get
it. You're still pissed about yesterday. I apologized. I apologize again. What
do you want me to do? Grovel?"
But that wasn't the point of the exercise and Jack was going to
have to work it out all by himself.
Sam and Teal'c showed up a few minutes later and came to join
their team-mates. Daniel was already clearing his empty dishes.
"Hi, Daniel," Sam smiled while Teal'c nodded a
"Hi, Sam, Teal'c," Daniel responded with his biggest,
fondest smile. "Sorry, gotta go. Translations to do."
"Oh, ok," Sam said while Jack shot Daniel a
The smile disappeared completely. Clearly it was going to take
Jack a while to work it out.
Jack's first response to the problem was to ignore it. Daniel
couldn't keep up the silent treatment forever. Jack would just wait until
Daniel got over himself.
By lunchtime, he was beginning to admit that it didn't look
like that would be happening any time soon. Worse, it was affecting Carter and
Teal'c. They could see that something was 'up' between O'Neill and Daniel, and
could also hazard a pretty accurate guess as to the cause. They were also
clearly upset by the arctic atmosphere between the two men. Maybe if they were
more actively involved?
"Carter, would you ask Daniel to pass the salt.
Sam looked warily from one to the other. "Daniel
" she began tentatively.
But Daniel wasn't having any part in that juvenile game.
He leaned towards her with wide smile. "Sam? How's your new electron
collider weapon coming on? Do I have the term right?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Jack growled, standing
abruptly and stalking out of the commissary.
Sam sighed. "Daniel, what's going on between you
"I'm sorry, Sam, but that's between Jack and me."
"I know you were upset, but the Colonel did apologize
Daniel gave a sad little smile and shook his head. "This
is not up for discussion."
"No, Sam. Jack has to work it out for himself. Otherwise,
it would just be like... like giving him the answer paper as he goes into the
She grimaced. "Well, I just hope he passes," she
"Yeah. Me too," Daniel said, his voice soft and sad.
Sam gave him a wan smile as he stood up to leave.
After Daniel had gone, the remaining team-mates exchanged glum
Teal'c laid a comforting hand on Sam's. "I will confront
O'Neill and demand that he terminate whatever is this animosity between the two
Teal'c raised an eyebrow. "It would be difficult to make
the situation any worse."
There was no answer to that.
"Hey, Teal'c. What can I do for you?"
"You can make your peace with Daniel Jackson. I do not
ask what is the problem, but it is harming the proper functioning of S.G.-1. It
is also distressing Major Carter."
Jack gave a world-weary sigh. "Tell me how, Teal'c, tell
me how? 'Cos I'm out of ideas. I know I was out of order on our last mission
and I've freely admitted that. I've apologized too - several
He held out his hands in a silent plea for help.
"Has Daniel Jackson not accepted your apology.
"I don't know. He won't talk to me. If I knew what he
wanted, I'd do it like a shot. Because this cold silent treatment is really
getting to me. It - dammit, it hurts, Teal'c, and for once I don't know what to
do about it."
"I do not know either."
"It's not like he's being insubordinate - less so that
normal if anything. He does what I tell him - to the letter - but otherwise,
he's just not interacting with me on any level. I delivered a written apology
yesterday. He just read it and shredded it in front of me then went back to
"You do?" Jack smiled in anticipation of the sharing
"No, I do not."
"Oh great! The only one who knows is Daniel and he's...
not... talking... That's it! I think I've got it! Thanks T!"
He was out of the door before Teal'c could react, and heading
for the elevator, intent on having it out with Daniel. As he ascended, it
occurred to him that the S.G.C. might not be the best place to do this.
Plan B then.
Daniel arrived home feeling mildly dissatisfied. He knew that
Jack - Mr. Insensitive - would have a little difficulty working out what was
going on, but he hadn't expected him to take quite so long. Well, he had
a weekend to work on it, then they had another mission on Monday. And if Jack
hadn't worked it out by then... Well Daniel was not going to ease up. Jack
would just have to find a way round the lack of communication. At least he
couldn't accuse Daniel of not following orders.
He locked his vehicle and headed for the main door. Something
caught his eye. He looked up and gasped. There was a light on his apartment,
and it wasn't Mrs. Harrison's day for cleaning...
His first thought was to call Jack. Why was that? he
However, as that would entail conversation, it was out of the
question. Sam? Hammond? The cops? Nope. He was on his own, which was fine so
long as the burglar(s) wasn't/weren't armed...
He took the stairs. Didn't want the clanky old elevator
alerting the intruder(s). No one else - burglar escaping with swag? - used the
elevator either. When he reached his apartment, he found the door very slightly
ajar. There was no sign of a forced entry though. A lock-picker then.
Daniel waited outside for a minute or two, listening, but heard
nothing. He entered at a crouch, but still heard and saw nothing. Another sense
took over. Smell. What sort of a burglar broke in and cooked himself a meal?
Next came a ping from the microwave oven.
Advancing into his apartment, he noticed that the table had
place settings for two. Light dawned. Either there were two - very quiet -
burglars, or... Jack was trying to buy his way back into Daniel's favor. The
smart money was on the latter. He appreciated the gesture but Jack was going to
have to do better than that.
Quietly, Daniel went into the bathroom, stripped off and had a
shower. He wondered what Jack would think about being thus bypassed.
A short time later, he wandered back into the living room,
toweling his hair dry and wearing nothing but another - very skimpy - towel,
tied loosely round his hips.
Daniel looked out from under the first towel straight into
Jack's eyes, and was surprised at the look - the hungry look - he saw there.
"You - er - you might like to put on something a little
more... erm, a little less revealing."
Daniel looked down at what he was now revealing.
Interesting reaction, given it wasn't something Jack hadn't seen before.
Freudian slip of the towel? If so, this evening could be... interesting. He
bent down to pick up that skimpy towel which had somehow untied itself, and
enjoyed the faint squeaking noise Jack made.
He didn't look round but could still feel Jack's eyes following
his pert li'l butt as he headed for his bedroom. Well, well, well. He'd always
thought Jack was straight. Maybe not. Was his gaydar on the fritz then? Of
course, in Uncle Sam's homophobic D.A.D.T. military, any gay guy had to be
ve-ry cautious. Jack's possible sexual orientation still didn't let him
off the hook as regards Daniel's plan though. Afterwards? Well, time would
When Daniel reappeared, he was wearing tight black Levis that
looked like he'd been poured into them and a black silk shirt with the top two
buttons undone. He leaned casually against the wall and watched Jack pouring
It took a moment for Jack to register Daniel's presence. When
he did, he sucked in his breath sharply. And carried on pouring... Under the
circumstances, Daniel could only look significantly at the overflowing glass.
Finally, Jack clued in.
"Oh, fer cryin' out loud, Daniel!" Jack exclaimed,
hastily mopping up. "You might've warned me!"
He might have, but this was more fun.
The meal was excellent. And eaten in almost total silence. At
the end of it, Jack collected the dishes, took them into the kitchen and loaded
the dishwasher while the coffee brewed. Quite the little house-husband, Daniel
thought. He could get used to this, but... Not in this world, sadly.
Jack returned with two mugs of coffee, put them on the table,
then sat down again.
"Okay, I finally got it," he began. "It's
because I told you to shut up, isn't? Well, now I'm telling you to - to un-shut
up. And talk to me. Please."
Daniel regarded him sadly, and slowly shook his head.
"What? It isn't because I told you to shut up - which was
wrong, by the way, very wrong, especially... Or you're just never going to talk
to me again?"
Jack looked unbearably forlorn. The abject misery writ large
across his face was almost too much for Daniel who'd had more than his fair
share of misery for one lifetime, as had Jack.
"Couldn't you at least throw me a bone here? Just a teeny
tiny little bone...?"
Daniel could not deny him, but he wasn't going to cave
entirely, or immediately, however much he wanted too. Jack still had another
step to take - an important step - but he would help him to take it.
Daniel removed his glasses with one hand and waved the other
around them in a generalized way.
Jack looked mystified, wrinkling his nose in an attempt to get
the point. "It's about your glasses?"
Daniel shook his head, but in a way that said 'follow that
"Spectacles?" Jack asked, puzzled but willing.
Daniel gave a small smile, moved one finger and thumb closer
together and covered one lens with his other hand.
"Spectacle? I made a spectacle of you?"
Daniel rolled his eyes. He waved his hand around the visible
half of his glasses, pointed to the lens with one finger then moved finger and
thumb a little together.
"About half a spectacle," Jack mused.
Daniel was impressed by his patience - that he didn't try to
bulldoze his way to the solution. He nodded then put his glasses down and held
up four fingers, one by one. Then he pointed to each finger in turn and went
back to point to the first finger he'd raised.
Jack looked thoughtful. "About?"
Daniel shook his head. He moved finger and thumb closer
together and held up two fingers of his other hand between them.
A nod from Daniel. "Two letters?" Another nod.
"About...? two letters...?" Another nod.
Jack scratched his head and thought awhile. There was a faint
easing of his wrinkled forehead. "Re?"
Daniel nodded vigorously and smiled.
"Re half a spectacle?" No Jack hadn't quite got it
Daniel gave him exasperated look, held his hands about a foot
apart and moved one forcefully halfway towards the other. He looked Jack in the
eye. Hard. Willing him to catch on.
Jack looked as if he was having a tooth drawn. Without
anaesthetic. "Re... Sp" He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Yes, Jack, respect," Daniel said solemnly.
"What I haven't shown you much of lately, huh?"
"Try none at all, Jack."
Jack bit his lip, looked down and turned his head away. Anyone
else might have read the move as shame, but Daniel saw the single tear fall and
knew it to be sorrow. He also knew Jack wasn't big on self-forgiveness.
To give them both a breathing space, Daniel picked up both
mugs. "More coffee, Jack?" He got a mute nod by way of reply.
A few minutes later, Daniel returned, leaned over Jack's
shoulder and placed the mugs on the table. He himself remained standing by his
Jack swivelled round and looked up. "I am so sorry Daniel.
Beyond words sorry. I can hardly ask for your forgiveness, but I do. Can you do
that? Forgive me?"
Daniel answered with a tender smile and a nod.
"So, we can still have a good relationship, Daniel?"
Daniel bent down and rested his forearms on the back of Jack's
chair. "I don't know, Jack. We can certainly have a good
friendship, if that's what you want."
He leaned forward and whispered in Jack's ear. "A
relationship? And everything that goes with it? That's up to you."
Eyes met for a long moment, then lips met.
"I'll take that as a yes," Daniel smiled.