Title: Monkey Business
Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Buffy explores the archeology lab.
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 nor Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I am just having a little fun with the characters.
Notes: Part of the New Job series. For the twistedshorts challenge, "Monkey".
Buffy was waiting for Dr. Daniel Jackson in his lab because Giles had sent over some prophecies that they need his help translating. Dr. Jackson had just been cleared by Dr. Lam and General Landry to return his normal duties after the little trip to another galaxy. Vala had left and returned and he had found himself in the infirmary; he had been bored when Buffy had approached him about the translations. He'd said he'd meet her here about five minutes ago, but Buffy knew that to academic types five minutes wasn't too late. So she looked around his office.
Buffy scanned the titles on the shelves and was impressed. She may not be 'research girl' but she knew enough to know that Giles would drool in his tea over about half of this collection. She made a mental note to ask Dr. Jackson where she could find some of them for Christmas presents for Giles, Willow and even Dawn. As she continued to look, Buffy found a surprise on the farthest bookshelf in the corner. It looked like a collection of stuffed monkeys, the cuddly kind not the specimen kind. One even had a little space suit on. She was just reaching out to pick one up when a voice behind her spoke.
"I see you found the collection," Daniel said teasingly. He was carrying a small brown paper wrapped package with him as he strode over to her.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Jackson. I was admiring your book collection..." Buffy explained
"I didn't know you had an interest in languages," Daniel said. "And it's Daniel."
"I'm not, but I have a friend who would give a lifetime's supply of tea to spend a couple hours in here," Buffy said.
"Tea? I'd consider it if it was coffee," Daniel returned.
"Giles is British and not into coffee," Buffy answered.
"I see." Daniel had been waiting for the question but since she hadn't asked he prompted, "Go ahead and ask and get it out in the open."
"Okay, Daniel. Why do you have a collection of cute stuffed monkeys in your office?" Buffy asked, genuinely curious.
"It's Sam's idea of a joke. Well, hers and Jack's," Daniel replied.
"And why would that be a joke?" Buffy inquired, smiling.
"It all started the second time they thought I had died. I managed to gate home from an exploding ship and when Jack saw me he called me Space Monkey. So Sam thought I needed a monkey in a space suit and it snowballed from there. So now every time I die, ascend, or are presumed dead the next time Sam sees me she brings another monkey." Daniel says laughing. Holding up the package, he continued, "I assume this will be the latest one, since that little adventure to the Ori Galaxy probably got to her." Daniel stepped back and started opening the package.
While Daniel was busy, Buffy quickly counted the monkeys. There were fourteen of them. Fourteen! Man, Daniel had died more times than she had, even if you dismissed half of them as times he was just presumed dead and not actually dead.
"You've died more times then I have," Buffy couldn't help saying. It was true that she had died three times. Only one of those deaths was for an extended period of time. Buffy had never thought she would meet anyone else who understood about coming back from the dead but the hunky archeologist just might.
Daniel was surprised by Buffy's outburst. "Excuse me?"
"I mean, I've died three times, but I count fourteen monkeys and you said one per death," Buffy explained.
"Oh, I've actually only died eight times. The other seven, counting this guy," Daniel said as he pulled the newest monkey from the box, "are for times I almost died or was reported dead without actually dying."
"Okay, so eight times, still beats three," Buffy said. "Maybe we should go out for coffee sometime and exchange stories." Buffy couldn't believe she was flirting with someone Daniel's age; he had to be at least forty. Dawn would approve though, forty was better than an immortal or a vampire with at least a century of undeath behind him.
Daniel was surprised by her offer; after all, she was almost half his age, but then again he hadn't met anyone else with a penchant for dying before. "Uh, yeah. We should. Sometime." He looked at his watch. "Did you have something for me to translate, or were you going to be bugging me about the collection? Because I only have a half hour left before I have to go find Vala and it sounded like you needed some discretion with the translation."
"Uh, yeah. Here. Giles and Dawn thought it might be some form of Sumerian," Buffy said as she spread out the scroll in front of him.
"Yeah. Some form of Sumerian," Daniel murmured as he started to work.