Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue, please.
Summary: They're stuck inside and bored.
Snow Drabble 5
"What's it doing outside?" called Jack
restlessly from bed.
Daniel,
with a cup of hot chocolate in each hand, took a detour from kitchen to bedroom
to pass by the large glass windows in the living room. He started to reply, but
a tickle in his nose delayed it. "ahhh-Chihhh!" He sniffed, relieved he hadn't
spilled. "Remember P9X-274?" Daniel called back.
Jack smiled
at the memory. "Sure. White sand beaches, average temperature of eighty-five,
bright sun, cloudless sky."
"Well,"
Daniel paused in the doorway to the bedroom and leaned on a doorjamb. "Well,
it's nothing like that. Think about the surface of P3R-118. Snow, ice, and
fierce wind as far as the eye can see."
Jack
groaned and Daniel laughed. Jack opened his eyes, glaring at Daniel. "What's so
funny?"
Daniel
shrugged and headed over. He sat down on the bed and waited for Jack to sit up
before handing over one of the cups. "It's just that I've never known you to be
so depressed about a vacation."
Rolling his
eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger, "Well, this
is hardly fishing up north. This is snowed in and stuck inside. The satellite's out, the beer's gone, and I can't even enjoy you
properly because of your cold. How is your cold, by the way?"
Daniel
shrugged again as he drank. Nothing went so well with a snowstorm as hot
chocolate, but as the former continued, supplies of the latter were dwindling. "Do
you remember how I was back on PK4-89?"
"Was that where
you were so sick you couldn't leave base camp and Teal'c
had to carry you back to the gate? Or was that the one where your nose was
stuffed-up, you mistranslated a few words, and we found ourselves at gunpoint?"
"Neither,"
Daniel said. "The one where I had a cold and needed to go
back earlier than planned."
Jack sighed
and spoke with sarcasm. "Don't know how I could have forgotten that. So eventful."
"Ahhh-ahhh-TSchhhhhhh!"
Offhandedly,
"Bless."
"Thanks."
Daniel reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand.
"So... any
guesses about when the snow will stop?"
Daniel
shrugged. "Remember PQ5-9747?"
Another groan, though this one accompanied by a chuckle.
"How long are you going to communicate in planet references?"
Daniel
gulped down the last of his hot chocolate and fell back upon the bed. "As long as we're unable to get back to work."
With a
sigh, "Bored too, are you?" He set his cup aside as well, and pulled Daniel
closer. His hand slid beneath the black shirt, feeling warmth and making him
smile. "Too bad we can't do anything about that."
"Who says
we can't?" Daniel sniffled and rubbed at his nose. He slid his glasses off.
"Sure I have a bit of a cold. But don't you remember P4X-640?"
Jack paused
in thought as Daniel skillfully undid Jack's belt with one hand. "Was that the
one...?"
Grinning, Daniel
nodded and slid his hand into Jack's jeans.