(s)Election - Jack/Daniel conversation-fic
Nov. 8th, 2008 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Pairing: Jack/Daniel pre-slash
Spoilers: Everything up to and including the 2008 presidential election.
Synopsis: A whole lotta conversation... and a little resolution. Maybe. Possibly. ;-)
"So... who did you vote for?"
"Gee... let's think about this for a second, Daniel. Who do you think I voted for?"
"Oh, I dunno Jack. I'd hoped you'd come to your senses, but..."
"Hey, I'm a republican, and proud of it."
"So you voted for the... elderly guy who's got the ditzy - but pretty - VP-candidate, the guy who's a veteran and who knows how to end the war in Iraq... right?"
"Uh... no."
"... You didn't vote for McCain?"
"... Nope."
"... Ralph Nader?"
"Are ya kidding?"
"Uh... you didn't vote for Barack Obama, did you, Jack?"
"..."
"You did?"
"... There's no need to look that smug, Daniel."
"You can't see how I look over the phone."
"No, but I know you."
"... Yeah, okay. Seriously, though, I'm proud of you, Jack."
"What?"
"Yeah, I mean, it only took me, what...?"
"12 years, Daniel."
"Yeah. 12 years of working on you at any given moment to... uh... what's that word I'm looking for...?"
"Housebroken Colonel?"
"Hah! Well, that would be more like housebroken General, wouldn't it?"
"Haha, very funny, Daniel. Speaking of... when are you coming to Washington?"
"D.C.?"
"Yeah, I wasn't talking about Washington state, ya know. Well, okay strictly speaking, I'm not talking D.C. either."
"Huh?"
"More like Virginia. I'm telling you, having your own personal airman for a driver... man that's life!"
"Jaack... you're too easy."
"... I could be..."
"What?"
"What?"
"Jack..."
"Daaniel..."
"Okay, okay. You're not... serious, or anything, are you?"
"... We've known each other for 12 years, Daniel. When have you ever known me to be serious about anything?"
"You want a complete and exhaustive list?"
"Ah crap, Daniel, it's been a long day already."
"... Okay. But... You were serious, weren't you?"
"About you coming to visit? Oh, hell yeah!"
"... So you got a house in Virginia?"
"Oh, a nice place. Ya really gotta come see. Two bedrooms, two baths... you'd be livin' better than in a hotel."
"... You comparing yourself with the Marriott these days?"
"Oh ha-ha, Daniel, you're just a barrel of laughs tonight, aren't you?"
"I try."
"Oh, and wipe off that smug grin, would you?"
"... And, again, I state that you don't know what my face is doing."
"... I could hear it, Daniel, I swear!"
"No... no, I was actually thinking about maybe getting out, for a while."
"..."
"You know, doing some consulting. With the Goa'uld gone, and the Ori pretty much wiped out..."
"... And you're thinking about maybe moving to... oh, I dunno... Virginia?"
"The thought occurred to me, yeah. Didn't know if..."
"Hey, mi casa es su casa, Daniel. Any time you want to come visit, or... move in, or anything."
"... That wouldn't be a problem?"
"You staying with me? Why the hell would it be?"
"I just thought that, you know... twelve years and... but..."
"Oh, hey, no. I mean, yeah. I mean... I didn't..."
"No, no, it's... I wasn't trying to..."
"Oh, but you can try to, Daniel. Seriously. I do not mind."
"... I can?"
"Like I said. 12 years."
"Yeah. Which is why I was beginning to think it was never going to happen."
"Oh it can happen. In fact, I want it to happen. As soon as you can get your butt down here."
"... I knew from the start you were just after my... butt, Jack."
"Hey, make no mistake. Your butt is one of your greater assets. But... 12 years. I've learned to appreciate all you assets, Daniel."
"... ooh..."
"Joker."
"Jackass."
"So... do we have a plan?"
"Seriously - it's no problem?"
"Daniel, for cryin' out loud! It's no problem! I'm a general, now, and trust me, the last person they want to hang out to dry, is a general in Washington. D.C. before you get any bright ideas. As long as I don't attend any gay parades or... y'know... show up for work in a tutu - nobody's going to care. And... quite frankly, I'm not too sure about the tutu."
"... I'm not really sure about the tutu, either. Your legs aren't that great."
"Oh... comedian."
"I try."
"... Am I gonna have to ask you again?"
"No. I'm going to have a little talk with Landry tomorrow. I'm sure we can work something out."
"Sounds good."
"Oh, and Jack? Just so you know... however it turns out, I'm coming to Virginia next weekend. I've got some leave, anyway, and... well... 12 years."
"Sweet!"
The end
Here's hoping that damn cut works. Man, I hate the new thing they've done to the lj-cuts! :-(
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Date: 2008-11-09 12:43 am (UTC)I enjoyed it a lot.
I use rich text as well and the only way I can make it work is when it says
Type your cut contents here. I use the space bar and make a big gap and post in the middle and the just erase the message. It all stays in the gray lines.
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Date: 2008-11-09 09:22 am (UTC)Oh? I'll have to try that, 'cause that? Is pissing me off mightily. *sics Jack on SixApart with a big, honkin' space-gun* ;-)
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