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SG-1 Fic: Conspiracy Theory

Last drabble of the night, which isn't a drabble since I went over. Again. I'll probably finish the rest tomorrow. (I think I only have Dark Angel left?) This one is Jack and Daniel friendship as requested by kassandrajones. Okay, this is probably the lamest story I've ever written so many apologies for it. But this was all I could think of tonight.

Title: Conspiracy Theory
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Post-Series
Category: Ficlet
Spoilers: None
Pairing/Character: Jack and Daniel friendship
Summary: Conspiracy is in the air.
Warnings: None
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all of its characters, titles, names, and back-story are the property of MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions, SciFi Channel, and Showtime/Viacom. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story cannot be printed anywhere without the sole permission of the author. Realize this is for entertainment purposes only; no financial gain or profit has been gained from this fiction. This story is not meant to be an infringement on the rights of the above-mentioned establishments


The night was neither dark nor stormy, but still managed to hold a conspiratorial air. Daniel was certain that at any moment men in black would slink out of the shadows and drag him away.

Not like it hadn't happened before.

He drew his trench coat closer.

"Do you have it?" came a whisper from behind him.

Daniel turned with a sigh. Technically, the man in front of him was a man in black, but that wasn't a fact that made him feel better.

"Jack, can't we do this inside? You know where it's warmer?"

Jack scowled. "Have you met my secretary?"

Daniel had in fact met Bertha and found her to be a perky and resourceful woman. Of all the people Jack had to be scared of…

He reached into one of his deep pockets and revealed a bagged box. He handed it to Jack and sighed again as his friend greedily snatched the box. One would think Jack was wasting away here in D.C.

"You had me fly half-way across the country to give you a piece of cake."

"Not just any cake." Jack clutched the box like it was his last meal ever. And he didn't say any more.

Daniel smiled. Jack didn't need to use cake as an excuse to have him fly out for a visit. But Daniel didn't need to call him on it either. They knew.

"So, how are you planning on getting the cake past Baking Bertha?"

Jack grinned. "I have my ways."

Somehow, Daniel wasn't sure he really wanted to know. Yet, he knew he would find out the hard way.

And he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Tags: fic: sg-1/sga gen
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