Category: Slash, Drama, Romance, Established Relationship
Pairing: Jack/Daniel ... and it's all J/D
Season: 2 - August 7 - September 5, 1998
Written: April 2-3, 2021
Summary: Daniel wants a team dedicated to archaeological projects and has to convince Hammond and the Joint Chiefs that the expense is necessary.
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers -- not mine, wish they were, especially Daniel, and Jack, too, but they aren't. A gal can dream though!
1) Silent, unspoken thoughts by various characters are indicated with ~ in front and behind them, such as ~Where am I?~
2) This fic stands alone, but it does reference my other fic(s): "Detour"
Just returned from seventy-two hours of downtime after dealing with Linea, the destroyer of worlds, Daniel Jackson had one thing on his mind and he was determined to get it. It wasn't a new request, but was something he'd advocated for since the early days of Stargate Command.
"General, we need a dedicated team," Daniel argued in the office of General S. Hammond. "There are ... many valuable things to be learned. Mission reports only go so far."
"Doctor, I am not opposed to your suggestion, but as I've said the other ten times we've discussed this, the Joint Chiefs disagree."
"We need to change their minds."
"Son, I've tried. Believe me, I have," Hammond spoke sincerely. "This facility is only open because the Joint Chiefs believe we can acquire weapons to help defeat the Goa'uld. They are hesitant to spend funds to dig up artifacts."
"Sir, there is so much we can learn. Uh, if we understand a new society we meet, we can negotiate with them easier. Knowing their past assists with that, or even with our world. Many of these worlds were seeded with ancient peoples of Earth, taken to other planets by the Goa'uld for all kinds of reasons."
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to be satisfied with occasional assignments, based on the mission reports and items brought back by our teams."
"Son, don't you have a mission to go on in a few minutes?"
Daniel checked his watch and sighed. Indeed, SG-1 was scheduled for a mission to PS6-902 in less than thirty minutes.
"Yes, but ..."
"Dismissed," Hammond stated sternly, though he didn't normally use the term when ending a conversation with the archaeologist.
"How'd it go?" Jack asked as the team walked towards the gate room.
"The same as before. The Joint Chiefs don't believe an archaeological unit is worth funding."
"Well, they are the ones who keep the lights on around here." Jack didn't really see it, but he felt the glare. "All I'm saying is that you have a long road ahead of you if you want to get your way."
"It's not a want as much as it is a need."
"Now that's something we can talk about." SG-1 entered the gate room. "Okay, kids, let's see what's out there."
One week later, Jack entered his lover's office and asked, "Are you hiding? I haven't seen you in hours."
"I'm working," Daniel sighed. "This is why I need help, and not just office help. Jack, look at these," he said as he pointed at a stack of folders. "These are mission reports ... from the last seven days. SG-1 was off-world most of that time. I'm expected to come back and thoroughly review each report so that what? A request for SG-1 to check out relics? We have a full schedule. We need a team, Jack."
"Hey, I'm on your side. So's Hammond, but ..."
"I know. We don't have the money because unless we're going to a planet to blow out someone's brains to get their weapons, we don't think it's worthwhile to learn about culture or non-war facts that could help our own world."
The colonel looked around and noticed several items lined up on Daniel's work table.
"What are those?"
"Those are items brought back by four different teams in the past several days. I'm trying to find time to properly inspect them to verify origin and use."
"Daniel, I know what your problem is."
"You're too good at your job," Jack proclaimed. "You work late, skip lunches and breaks, and take work home with you. You're also one of the world's best multi-taskers. You get it done, no matter the cost."
"Uh, thank you, I think."
"Daniel, how badly do you want a dedicated team in your department?"
"Very ... badly."
Jack smirked, "Then we need to develop your skills."
Jack took hold of four folders from the stack on Daniel's desk and looked around. He saw a bunch of books at the end of a shelf and put the folders beneath them.
"Gee, looks like someone put these in the wrong place."
Next, the scheming man randomly selected various artifacts that filled Daniel's shelves and put them in a line around the items brought to Earth by teams in the past week.
"Goodness, Daniel, look at all this work you have to do. I guess it will be a while before you get to these recently discovered artifacts."
"Jack ... that's, uh, well ... deceptive."
"Do you want this team or not?"
"Oh, I want it. I need it. SGC needs it."
"You know that. I know that. Hammond knows it. We need Hammond to make sure the Joint Chiefs know it."
"What do I have to do?"
"We're going to develop your lazy gene, you're 'I'm too busy' gene, and especially your "Sorry, Sir, I just don't have time' gene."
The next day was Saturday, but SG-1, like all teams, didn't work a typical five-day week. Their schedules varied and covered all seven days of the week. On this date, however, SG-1 was on duty, but not scheduled for a mission. In fact, the team actually had an easy load at the moment as Jack and Daniel both had the next five days off. While they would be gone, Sam was going to work on her pet concept of the moment called the Seeker Project. Teal'c was scheduled to sub for a member of SG-3 for a few days.
General Hammond was on base and was expecting to see evaluations of various mission reports from Daniel. Until these reviews were completed, he couldn't close out the missions officially. All reports that indicated any kind of cultural find were required to be evaluated by Daniel to determine if further visits to a planet were warranted.
Frustrated at the lack of finalized reviews on his desk, Hammond went to Daniel's office.
"Doctor Jackson, I've been waiting on that report from PC9-220 for the last few days."
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm, uh, all stacked up." Daniel pointed at several piles of folders and at the multitude of artifacts on his work table. "The backlog is growing, General."
"Perhaps you should take some time away from SG-1 to get caught up."
"No, Sir. I mean, I'm here to be on SG-1. If you aren't satisfied with my work, I guess you could ... fire me."
"Just ... get me that report."
"Maybe in a week," Daniel responded. "Remember, I'm off on vacation starting tomorrow."
Exasperated, Hammond fled the lab to return to his office.
Seconds later, Jack entered and glanced back over his shoulder before saying, "Hammond sure doesn't look happy."
"Jack, I don't know that I can keep this up. It's ..."
"Dishonest? Daniel, you're just helping very smart people get smarter. Stay the course, and you'll get that team. Bail, and you're back to lamentations for what could have been."
Having returned from a lovely time skinny dipping with his lover at Jack's Minnesota cabin, Daniel was feeling completely refreshed. However, he knew he had to quickly become flustered at all the work he had to do.
Once again, General Hammond went to the archaeologist's office to inquire about a post-mission evaluation.
"Doctor Jackson, I need that review of SG-2's visit to Bulnia immediately. That visit was two weeks ago."
"Bulnia?" Daniel questioned. He searched his mind and remembered the folders Jack placed under some books. Innocently, he replied, "I don't think I've seen that report."
"Major Ferretti assures me the report was turned in on time."
"Let me ..." <Daniel walked around his office, passing Hammond as he searched the shelves.> "Oops! Looks like someone put some folders in the wrong place," he noted as he retrieved the 'misplaced' reports. "Yes, here's Bulnia."
"You haven't even begun to evaluate it?" Hammond groused.
"I'm sorry, Sir. You know, if there was a dedicated unit in my department, all these reviews wouldn't be necessary. A qualified unit could evaluate findings on their own and refer to me only that which required further exploration."
"Son, let's not no there again. I want that report today."
Daniel sighed and took the folder to his desk. He began to review it, only an unexpected message from Sha're's father, Kasuf, arrived, taking precedence over any duty on the base. Even Hammond agreed with that decision. This meant that for the next couple of days, the scientist's time was spent on Abydos.
A few days later, Hammond was eager for two overdue translations from Daniel that would be used to schedule, or not, return visits to two worlds recently explored by SG teams. Once again, Daniel argued his backlog was too big and urged Hammond to fight for the dedicated unit for his department.
"Sir, I could train other linguists or specialists in at least the basic elements of some of these ancient languages, and in Goa'uld. They could surmise the basics of what they're reading and refer what they can't translate if they deem the need is appropriate."
Hammond just stared before turning and leaving the lab.
~Gawd, I hate this, but Jack says to keep going. He really believes Hammond will do something soon. Yeah, fire me probably.~
As the days passed, Hammond became more infuriated by the growing backlog in the archaeology and anthropology department of his command. SG-1's last mission was to Silinaria and prior to that they'd gone to the planet occupied by the gamekeeper, a mission that had a personal toll for the team members. The flagship's team schedule was maintained, but each mission put Daniel more behind in his work.
Post-mission evaluations, artifact and relic studies, and translations found on various worlds were all late. Hammond was about at his end.
As happened frequently in recent times, Daniel entered the general's office to make his plea.
In was bright and early of the duty shift when the archaeologist approached Hammond. He only had a few minutes because SG-1 was about to go off-world to P3R-636.
"General, I realize you don't want to hear this ..."
"Then why do we have to go through this argument again, Doctor?"
"Because the reasons for having *one* team working in my department are numerous. Sir, it doesn't even have anything to do with backlog and languages. We're exploring new worlds almost every day now. We need to have qualified people in the field who can determine the worth of a find without having to bring it back to me."
"As I've said, I agree with you, but my hands are tied," Hammond spoke. "Where's the report from PX3-596?"
"On my desk," Daniel answered. ~I assume.~
"I want that report tomorrow, Doctor Jackson."
Daniel walked hurriedly out of the office, passing by his lover without saying a word.
Jack entered the general's office and asked, "Something wrong with Daniel?"
"Jack, tell me something," Hammond began.
"I'll try, Sir."
"If an SG unit were suddenly assigned to Doctor Jackson's department, would all of my reports show up on my desk at the same time?"
"Ah, I wouldn't be surprised, Sir."
Hammond stared at Jack whose smugness was obvious.
"Consider it done. If the Joint Chiefs object, they can reassign me," Hammond sighed. "Then, I'll retire."
"I doubt that would happen, General."
"SG-6 will be reassigned immediately. Tell Doctor Jackson to review the team assignments and make any changes he desires moving forward. He can check personnel records to make sure the team is staffed appropriately."
Jack turned, a broad smile on his face, and headed for the door.
"I want those reports, all of them, ASAP."
"I can guarantee it, Sir."
"See that you do."
"Daniel!" a chipper Jack called out as he entered the younger man's office. "Guess what?"
"I'm not in a guessing mood."
"Your development lessons were a huge success."
The colonel nodded and advised, "SG-6 is yours. Hammond's going to face-off with the Joint Chiefs, and he's not accepting a 'no' response."
"That won't hurt him, will it?"
"Heck, no. His rep will skyrocket for sticking to his guns and doing the right thing," Jack claimed. "You're to staff the team as you want and choose their missions as you see fit."
"Wow, that's, uh ... cool!" the smiling archaeologist responded. "Thank you, Jack."
"My pleasure. See, all you had to do is listen to me."
"Oh, he wants all the backlog caught up immediately."
"Not a problem," Daniel responded. He walked around his office, pulling out folders and other items. He put them into an empty box. "I'll be right back."
"When the heck did you get all that done?" the colonel queried.
"I ... worked late, skipped some breaks, and did a lot of multitasking."
"You couldn't take an easy for a few weeks?"
"Well, I had to make sure there wasn't anything crucial out there. Those are the reports I turned in to the general in the last few weeks. I let the others wait."
"You didn't let them wait. You did them."
"Yes, but I didn't turn them in," Daniel said with a grin as he walked away.
Jack chuckled and decided to follow his soulmate to the general's office. He knew they had a few more minutes before having to prepare for SG-1's mission.
"General Hammond," Daniel called out to the base commander who was seated at his desk.
"Uh, first, Jack told me about SG-6. Thank you, Sir. You'll see it will be beneficial to the Program."
"I have no doubt about that, Doctor."
"Uh, here's the backlog."
"All of it?"
"Yes, Sir," Daniel replied with a smile. "These on the right are essentially done; no followup required. This short stack will require a visit from SG-6. These two are more sensitive, General. I think SG-3 should go to the planets, but take an archaeologist with them. Uh, I already stored most of the artifacts and relics, but there were a few I thought you'd like to see. An explanation is attached to each one."
"It pleases me that you were able to catch up so quickly."
"I'd call it a miracle, General," Jack quipped from the doorway, "Or just good work by the department head. Hey, we have a mission."
"Right. Thank you again, General."
Watching Jack and Daniel walk away, Hammond shook his head and thought, ~Those two.~
Developing Daniel was a successful short-term project that resulted in a necessary advance for the Stargate Program. With SG-6 officially under Daniel's supervision, things would surely become more efficient and Daniel's personal load would ease slightly.
For Jack and Daniel, whose love was fresh and developing with the passage of every new day, many adventures were around the corner, some good, some bad. Regardless of the trek, though, their love would keep them united, developing their nation of two that would one day become eternal.
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