Title: Joy In The Morning, Joy In The Evening.

Author: Kiva

Feedback: kiva31@yahoo.com

Rating: R

Pairing:Jack/Daniel

Category: Humour, Alphagate challenge answer, ER.

Status: Finished

Season/Spoilers: None.

Archive ; Anyone wants it, they just gotta ask.

Synopsis; The briefing after the night before...and then the evening after the briefing before.

Notes: Originally only one part, written in response to the Alphagate 'Joy in the morning' challenge. I then penned a sequel, but put them both together to post here.

Warnings: Reference to puking and some M/M sexual content. And a bit of questionable language.

Disclaimer; The characters of Stargate SG1 are not mine, nor do I lay any claims on them. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Joy In The Morning...

Monday morning, Daniel thought to himself. Why does it have to be Monday morning so soon?

He winced at another loud comment by Jack, his head reminding him painfully that the human body was *not* supposed to ingest large quantities of alcohol...and especially not on the night before Monday morning!

"So, anyway, Daniel here, walks up to the guy - God, you shoulda seen him, he must've been three sheets to the wind - and calmly says, "I don't think you're wanted here, sir."

Daniel tried to tune Jack's story out, cringing at not just that, but the exaggerated slurring Jack insisted on doing to represent his speech.

"Well, the guy cops even more of an attitude, just sneering like some uppity System Lord and turning away...Now, the ladies our brave little archaeologist was defending, were gettin' more and more uncomfortable. And I don't care what you say Daniel, the red head was givin' you the eye."

Daniel refused to respond, deciding instead to go to that quiet place in his mind...Cuneiform...Latin....

"What happened next, sir?" Sam Carter asked, her expression warring between amusement and outright disbelief that Daniel would act like that.

Believe it, Sam, Daniel thought, leaving his 'happy' place for a moment. I may have been drunk as a skunk, but I *do* remember that...unfortunately.

"Daniel grabs the guy's arm, spins him 'round, and says, 'I think you should leave....*now.*'"

Oh God, Daniel whimpered mentally. He could hear in Jack's voice that he was just gearing up for the 'good' part....

"Then he decks the guy, knocking him out in one punch!"

Sam's eyes widened, and Teal'c's eyebrow shot up even further than normal.

"Daniel...you didn't!" Sam said, her voice shaking with suppressed laughter.

Daniel nodded weakly, unconsciously flexing his right hand. It was still hurting.

"I understood that it was your policy to avoid physical confrontation, unless a more peaceful conclusion failed, Daniel Jackson," Teal'c rumbled. "Was there not a better solution to be found?"

Daniel tried to smile, not knowing if the Jaffa even understood the concept of 'blind drunk and stupid.'

"Well...you see, Teal'c...sometimes humans ingest alcohol. Now...this often leads to inebriation - and they can stop thinking straight. And at this point -"

"They often act stupid, and pick fights with human tanks," Jack happily cut in, ignoring Daniel's death glare.

"Right," the archaeologist answered sarcastically, fully intending to thank Jack properly for being the one to get Daniel soused in the first place.

Fortunately, Jack was saved by the arrival of General Hammond, who walked into the Briefing room and sat down at the head of the table.

"Sorry for the delay, SG1," he apologized. "Now, about the proposed mission to P3X-876..."

Daniel closed his eyes at the smug grin Jack sent his way...it was going to be a *long* briefing.

~~~~~~~

"That's it, SG1...dismissed," the General said sometime later, standing up with Jack and Sam before leaving for his office.

As soon as he was gone, Jack slumped back into his chair. "This is *so* not fair," he groaned.

Now Daniel was the one wearing a smug grin. His headache was easing, his stomach no longer wanted to see the outside world...and to cap it all off, SG1 had been deployed on a purely *scientific* mission. The ruins on P3X-876, not only lay near a dry river bed with traces of Naquadah running through it, but was also inscribed with some of the most alien carvings that Daniel had ever seen - *lots* of alien carvings.

"I couldn't really tell from the M.A.L.P transmission, but I think the carvings are a language...God, there's so much there," Daniel happily babbled. "It could take *days.*"

Jack shot up in his chair at that. "Days? Sorry, Daniel, but the mission time is only 48 hours."

Strange, Daniel thought. He didn't *sound* particularly sorry...

"Oh, I'm sure General Hammond can be persuaded to give us some extra time," he said instead, watching as Jack's mouth dropped open. He knew that the General really didn't make such determinations on his own, but it was such fun yanking Jack's chain.

Which reminded him...

"Hey, Sam...I notice that Jack didn't fill you in on *his* adventures last night, when he was detailing mine."

He watched as Jack seemed to sit up in even straighter, his face saying, 'Don't you dare.'

Well, Daniel Jackson was never one to back away from a challenge.

"That red head he was talking about? Well, she was very grateful for me getting rid of that guy - even if I did damn-near break my hand and get us thrown out of the bar - so, she decided to follow us 'round. Her friends stayed there...I kinda got the feeling they were glad to see her go...anyway, as the night went on, she seemed *awfully* taken with Jack. Thing was, she'd had quite a bit to drink."

"Daniel -"

"We tried to get her into a cab, but she refused without being able to give Jack a goodnight kiss. Only, she ended up giving him a bit more than that."

"Dan -"

"Really?" Sam asked over Jack's warning.

"Uh huh...like I said, she'd had a bit much. And she kinda...puked...all over him."

"What?!"

As he listened to Sam's laughter, purposely ignoring the way Jack glowered at him, Daniel felt his own face relax into a smile. It may have started out badly, but perhaps there was joy in the morning, after all.

*** ***

Joy In The Evening...

You can do this, O'Neill...don't be such a friggin' wuss. I mean, he's an archaeologist for God's sake. One that just happens to have served on the same first contact/combat unit as you for the last five years, but come on...how mad can he be? I mean...he knows I was just joking during the briefing, right? And he got me back good...so that should make us even, square, done with the whole thing. At least, I *hope* it will.

Huh...but you know better than that, O'Neill. That boy can hold a grudge like no one you've met...well, except for Teal'c, but he has that whole 'Jaffa revenge thing' goin' on.

Well, suck it up, soldier. It's time to face him.

I walk forward, straightening my shoulders and projecting confidence. Knocking on the door frame, I walk in uninvited, stopping short. He isn't here...where the hell did he go?

Before I even have the chance to start searching, I see Carter walking past.

"Carter!"

She stops short, rocking a little at the sudden halt, as her head turns in my direction. "Sir?"

I crook my pointer finger, encouraging her to come closer. She does so hesitantly, her eyes sweeping the corridor for hidden threats. What the hell does she think I'm about to do?

"Carter," I say brightly, as soon as she's in the office with me. "Have you seen Daniel?"

Her lips twitch at the mention of his name, and I know she's remembering the briefing as well, and how the little bas - I mean, how Daniel, stitched me up.

"Um...can't say I have, sir. He disappeared right after the briefing."

And there's that twitching, again.

"Thanks," I say shortly. I've just found out that I have a bunch of old ruins, and some weird soil to look forward to on my next mission...the least Daniel could do is stick around to comfort me. But, nooo...Daniel ' rabbit' Jackson, strikes again. I swear, we should put that guy in races...he'd make us a fortune the way he streaks off.

I move towards the door, with every intention of finding the little bugger one way or the other, when Carter grabs my arm.

"Sir, wait...I think I heard him mention something to Teal'c about getting an early night...he said his head was bothering him, again."

Aw...Carter's gone all concerned, her face pinching as she thinks about Daniel. She really cares about him, ya know. It's the one thing I set out for when my team first banded together...well, that and *not* getting killed the first time we stepped through the 'gate. That we get used to the fact that we were family, now. It worked out better than I'd hoped...*much* better, in the case of Daniel and I.

However, a split second later, I can see the *precise* moment when that concern melts away, and the 'What-the- hell- were- you- thinking-, doing- that- to- my- baby- brother,' expression replaces it. Damn...I should've known Carter wouldn't let me get away with it for long. For a career woman in the U.S Air Force, who occasionally feels the urge to let us all know that she can more than take care of herself, she sure worries about Daniel a lot. Not that I'm jealous, of course. I'm not!

But, hey...I'm tough. I didn't get to be a Colonel by running away from my battles. I can take it.

"Sir...."

"Ooh, is that the time, gotta run, bye Carter!"

The words fly out of my mouth so fast, that *I* barely hear them, as I stride out of the office, making for the elevators at a fast clip. What can I say? I also didn't make Colonel without learning about the advantages of 'Tactical Retreat.'

~~~~~~~~~

As I slide the key in my hand into Daniel's door, I spare a second to be glad that Daniel had thought to give me a spare set, just in case either of us needed to get into the other's house...for whatever reason. Be that reason a medical emergency...or just the chance to surprise your lover in his own home, I think it was a good idea.

My current reason falls into the latter category, and I smile gently as I push open the door. It creaks slightly as it opens, and I make a mental note to sort that out when I can...it would be no good trying to sneak up on Daniel, if he could hear me coming a mile off.

Carefully I creep forward, making my way into the living room - I didn't spend all those years in Special Ops for nothing, ya know - pausing as I consider my destination. Carter said Daniel's head was hurting again...and if I know Daniel, it had to have been pretty bad for him to admit that. So, I believe his most likely course of action would have been to knock back some Aspirin, and head to bed. Which makes my plan even easier....

I start forward again, consider removing my shoes...then I remember I've been on my feet all day, and the smell would either wake him, or kill him. I don't want either outcome - just yet - so I leave them on.

I'm *almost* to the door when I hear it - I'm not alone. Well, obviously since I'm tryin' to sneak up on Daniel, I'm not alone, as the entire operation kinda hangs on his presence...what I mean is, I'm not *alone*...someone is trying their damndest to creep up on *me.*

Okay, O'Neill...play it cool. I don't have a weapon, so I settle for what I *have* got...years of hand-to-hand combat experience, courtesy of some of the meanest sons-of-bitches out there.

I stay as still as possible, not giving any sign that I've heard them. Then as soon as whoever it is comes into range, I spin, grabbing the bastard and pinning him to the wall. His hands - and it is most *definitely* a man - are raised in the 'don't kill me' gesture, so I know the guy hasn't got a weapon to hand, either.

However, as I stand here, holding the guy in place, I find myself looking at some familiar clothes...and I also find myself holding a *very* familiar body....

"Daniel," I groan, letting my head fall forward.

"Hey, Jack," he responds, his tone slightly apologetic.

I find myself resisting the urge to shake him, and decide not to let go of him, either.

"What the hell were you playing at?" I demand, my grip tightening. "What have I told you about sneaking up on me?"

This could of ended a whole lot worse...as in, accidental death of the idiot I'm in love with, worse.

"Firstly," he starts, and I try not to give into the urge to groan again at the 'I'm right, and you're not' tone he's using, "*You* were sneaking up on me...after you had entered my apartment without permission, I might add. So, when I saw you were headed for the bedroom - no doubt to spring some sort of surprise awakening on me - I decided to turn the tables."

You know, he sounds so reasonable...but that doesn't take away from the fact that I could have hurt him. I slowly let go of him, smoothing his shirt down when he's standing straight, and copping a feel of his chest - hey, I'm a man, okay?

"You still shouldn't have taken the risk...you know what can happen if you don't warn me before you come up behind me, like that."

He winces, and I see that he clearly remembers what can happen...hey, the alien priest guy woke up, and he was fine...eventually.

"Alright," he finally compromises. "I promise not to do that again, if you promise not to."

"Okay," I reply quickly, perhaps too quickly for Daniel. He suspects something is up...he'd be right, too. He thinks I'm gonna give up scaring the crap outta him, when I can? Nope...not gonna happen. He believes the white lie I tell him after a moment, and relaxes slightly. What, I should be ashamed that I fibbed? What can I say...I've had to do some damn distasteful things in the course of my career...this, however, isn't one of them. He'll thank me for it, one day...after we've had some amazing sex thanks to an adrenaline high, is when I'd pencil the gratitude in.

Speaking of, that reminds me...I haven't touched this man - I mean, *really* touched him...since the night before last. We were both in no fit state to do anything last night - yep, I know, thanks to me. Anyway, I think we're long over due.

"So, Daniel," I start in my sexiest voice - hey, I can do sexy! "Is your head still hurting?"

"Huh?" he says, not being too quick on the uptake. I press closer to him, rubbing our bodies together, and wiggle my eyebrows. "Oh!" he bursts out. "You wanna, er-"

"Yes, I'd say that was a fair guess," I tell him...yeah, I've got the hard on to prove it! He smiles, the light reflecting off of his glasses.

"In that case, no...my head's not hurting at all."

"Good." Removing his glasses, I place them on the shelf behind me - knowing, as I do, that he'll probably spend an hour looking for them later, and not really caring right now. Then I lean my head down as he leans his up, our mouths meeting instantly. We don't start off slowly, as I lick into his mouth, feeling the vibration of a groan as our tongues meet.

After what feels like hours - especially to my damn knees - we both pull back, and I'm suddenly hoping that my grin doesn't look as sappy as his. Then he rocks his hips into mine, and strangely, I give up caring.

"Bed?" I suggest, trying to catch my breath.

"Bed," he wheezes, following behind me.

The bedside lamp is on, more than enough light for us to see by. And I do want to see...I want to see as he takes each piece of clothing off, showing his body before I pounce on him -

Okay, that wasn't one of my smartest moves. We're lying in a tangled heap on the floor, and I'm pretty sure I've got a bump on my head that wasn't there ten minutes ago...but Daniel *is* naked, and as I hear him laughing beneath me, I'm glad that I moved without thinking.

"I think," he gasps, "that the definition of *bed* would be...."

Damn, another lecture. I cut him off, the best way I know how; shoving my tongue in his mouth. Crude, but effective.

It also gets brilliant results, as he shuts up, responding to the kiss with everything he's got. Which is a lot, take it from me.

We're writhing together now, the only sounds the noises of our actions...it's too much, and I break away. "Lube," I gasp. Not the most intelligent thing to burst from my mouth, but since my blood has evacuated my brain and is now camping out down South, I think it can be excused.

Daniel inclines his head to the bed area, and I remember that the damn stuff is in the bedside cabinet drawer. This means, of course, that one of us is going to have to get it. I eye the cupboard, wondering if my knees are up to a sudden dash after the abuse inflicted on them tonight, when Daniel saves me from having to. He jumps up - God, my legs used to do that - and races over to the drawer, pulling it open so fast the damn thing pops out completely.

"Shit!" he curses, letting go of it and jumping back, trying to avoid getting his toes squashed.

Now, at this point, perhaps it would be prudent to keep my mouth shut. But I've never been one for that. So I do the first thing that occurs to me - I laugh. I'm not talking about a chuckle, or that weird thing I do that I've heard people describe as a 'bark.' No, I'm talkin' full out, rolling on the floor, can't catch your breath, funniest thing you've ever seen, hysterics. I have no idea why...it isn't that funny! Yet it keeps coming, over and over. When one bout calms down, I start it up again. I'm chalking it up to sexual tension...I doubt Daniel will feel that way about it, though.

"It's not funny," he tells me, standing there in his birthday suit, the ruins of a cupboard drawer and it's contents, strewn around his feet.

Alright, so maybe it is a *little* funny. Daniel obviously doesn't see it that way, and I make the effort to shut up. Hey, what do you know, it worked.

Since he's already up and over there, I decide that we may as well make use of the big, comfy bed he's standing next to. As I manage to get up, quickly getting rid of my jeans, he seems to catch on, forgiving me my amusement at his expense, and crouching down to locate the lube.

By the time he's found it, I'm naked as the day I was born, and rapidly making for his personal space.

One look at me, and Daniel gives a devious smile, and dives under the bed covers. Oh, you think that's gonna stop me, huh?

I join him, and we start grappling for pole position. He wins, but only 'cause he cheats by licking up my neck.

He's lying on top of me, holding the lube triumphantly in one hand.

"Looks like it's *my* turn tonight, Colonel," he murmurs, and the blood that's in *every* part of my body, picks up and decides to camp out with the rest.

"You really think you can handle me?" I challenge, wanting to see the blue fire flash in his eyes. I'm not disappointed, as his expression turns predatory.

"Oh, you bet I can," he answers, sliding further under the covers, and pulling them over his head. And as his mouth latches onto me, I quickly concede that he's damn right. Then he starts sucking, and I stop thinking altogether....

~~~~~~~

It's late, but that didn't stop us. After Daniel was finished with me, we rested, and then it was *my* turn to start with him...so, all in all, the two of us are exhausted...but in a good way.

Daniel snuggles up to me - yep, my very own blanket right now - and I tighten my grip on him. You know, this day started out well...then went bad thanks to *someone's* little stunt in the briefing room - which I brought on myself, I know.

But I think, with this, it ended very satisfactorily.

"Oh no, Jack...we're not done *just* yet."

Of course...maybe I spoke too soon.

The End.