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This story is No. 2 in the series "Downtime". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: How in the hell did Daniel expect him to believe this garbage. “I mean Demons, Werewolves and Vampires? Seriously?” Sequel to Downtime

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Stargate > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Daniel JacksonScrappychicFR1312,1690102,8047 Sep 097 Sep 09Yes
This makes more sense if you've read my short ficlet Downtime. It's not absolutely necessary but it's only around 300 words so go read it, it'll only take you a minute.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, and never will be. What I mean by that is that I don't own anything to do with Stargate SG1 or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, other than a few of the DVD sets.

I placed the original Downtime around 5 or 6 years post Chosen for BtVS but I'm thinking somewhere around 8 years post Chosen now because I just figured out how old Dawn and Daniel would be and need to bump it up a little bit. I like Daniel somewhere around Mid-Season 4 for SG-1. (It doesn't really matter where exactly, just as long as it's sometime after Sha're/Ahmonet's death.) This puts Dawn around 25 and Daniel around 35 years old.

Thanks for reading,
Christine



How in the hell did Daniel expect him to believe this garbage. “I mean Demons, Werewolves and Vampires? Seriously?” Jack muttered to himself as he looked down at the report laying on his passenger seat entitled ‘How I Spent My Two Weeks Downtime or Things the SGC Didn’t Know But Really Should Have’ by Dr. Daniel Jackson. He had half a mind to call Dr. Mackenzie and show him the paper but he chased that thought out of his head when he considered how angry Daniel still was after being committed last year.

Jack kept an eye on the vehicles around him as he pulled to a stop at a traffic light. He looked around at the nearby pedestrians as he watched for the light to change back to green. Jack took note of a young child unsteadily riding a bicycle as his parents walked beside him having light conversation as they watched their son. He quickly turned his attention away from the boy as the light changed and shook his head to clear his dead son’s face from his mind and get back to his previous thoughts.

What got Jack was that General Hammond seemed to be taking this seriously. George let SG-1, and Jack in particular, get away with a lot but he normally didn’t put up with being made to look a fool, and that was precisely what Daniel’s report was going to do to their CO. Then Daniel would be in serious trouble. That was why Jack was on his way to see Daniel at home right now, he was going to tell him that he needed to talk to the General and retract the statements he made in the report. If they were lucky, they could convince the General that it was all a prank and pray to god that Daniel didn’t get committed again. Hell, he’d even claim responsibility for the idea if it helped his best friend out of the mess he’d very possibly gotten into.

Jack pulled in next to Daniel’s car and shut off the engine before grabbing the report, a six-pack of beer and a bag of Chinese take-out before heading for Daniel’s apartment building. He hoped the archaeologist hadn’t eaten yet.

Jack knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a response. Half the time Daniel didn’t even hear the door until the third or fourth knock and Jack didn’t have the patience for that today. He entered the apartment to hear Daniel yelling from the direction of the bathroom.

“Come on in Dawn…” Daniel called from the small opening in the bathroom door then paused for a second and continued sheepishly “Oops sorry, I’ll never get used to that. I just got home about 15 minutes ago and I’m just about to jump in the shower. Make yourself at home. I’ll be out in just a few minutes.”

Jack wondered who Dawn was and why he hasn’t heard of her if she’s close enough to Daniel to let herself in when he’s in the shower. Jack grinned as he realized that he was probably going to meet the woman shortly since it seemed as if Daniel was expecting her. He plopped himself down on the couch and opened a beer before putting his feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV while he waited.

Jack was sipping his beer and watching an old episode of The Simpsons when he heard a knock at the door. He jumped up lightly and almost danced to the door, excited at the thought of how put out Daniel would be when he came out and found his new friend chatting with Jack.

“Hi, you must be Dawn.” Jack told the leggy 20-something brunette standing on the other side of the door in a sleek black dress. “Come on in, Daniel is just getting cleaned up after work, he’ll be out in a few minutes.” He finished, heading back to the living room and The Simpsons without introducing himself.

The young woman stood unmoving in the doorway for a few seconds before he heard her shut the door and quietly follow him to the living room. She threw herself on the chair and sat staring at Jack with a curious look on her face. One shaped eyebrow rose above the other and Jack felt himself hold back a small smile, it would have been a good imitation of Teal’c had she known the Jaffa.

“Score!” Jack thought, as she seemed to grow impatient enough to give in and finally ask the obvious question.

“So, who are you?”

“Jack.” Jack said simply, not volunteering anything else until he knew more about Daniel’s mysterious guest.

“Jack who?” she questioned and when he remained silent she continued.

“I mean, come on, it’s only fair you give me a little more information about yourself. I knock and you open the door knowing who I am. I’m the one at the disadvantage here.” She said, picking up speed then she paused for a second, making a face as if thinking of something distasteful. “And y’know, I never would have taken him for the type, but if Daniel thinks I’m the kind of girl who goes out with two guys… you know, at the ‘same time’…” she said making air quotes around the words. “he’s got another thing coming.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and blew a strand of hair out of her face that had fallen down while she was talking.

Jack listened to her semi-rant with a small smirk on his face until she got to the part where she seemed to think that he was there for a threesome with her and Daniel!!

“Whoa, hold on there.” He told her quickly, holding up his hands in the classic surrender pose. “I’m not here for a date! I work with Danny; I stopped by with some take-out. I didn’t know he was expecting anyone until he hollered from the shower when I came in. Besides,” he continued, “I’m pretty sure I’m too old for you. Hell, I’m pretty sure Daniel’s too old for you too, but that’s none of my business.”

“Darn tootin’ it’s not.” Dawn said under her breath before turning to look at him appraisingly. “So, you’re that Jack. Huh, I thought you’d be bigger.” Dawn stated with a smirk, making Jack wonder just what Daniel had told her about him. It also made him feel a little put out since she obviously knew more about him than he knew about her. He was going to have to have a talk with ole Danny boy about withholding information from one’s best friend.

“Yeah, well I thought you’d be…” Jack paused for a moment, trying to think of a comeback and then shrugged. “Oh hell, who am I kidding. I’ve got no idea who you are.” He said with a wry grin at the woman sitting in front of him.

“Well, in that case let me introduce myself.” Dawn held her hand out to Jack. “Dawn Summers at your service.” She said with a wink.

Jack reached out to take her hand with a smile. “Jack O’Ne…. wait? Did you say Summers?” he pulled his hand back and reached for the paper that was his reason for visiting that evening. “As in the ‘Dr. D. Summers, PhD’ that Danny referenced the whole way through this joke? You’re the one that got him started on all these weird ideas about Vampires and Demons this summer aren’t you?” he said in an accusatory tone all traces of his friendly smile gone.

Dawn looked down at the paper in Jack’s hands and opened her mouth to respond, but before she got the chance to, Daniel rounded the corner and answered for her. “Yes, she’s that Dawn Summers, she was one of the people I met this summer during the dig I was on, and I’d appreciate it if you not act so hostile towards my girlfriend, Jack.” He deadpanned fully expecting a trademarked Jack O’Neill rant and giving Dawn a small grin at the thought, knowing that she could definitely hold her own against SG-1’s very opinionated leader.

“Girlfriend? This psycho that managed to somehow convince you that magic is the real thing and Werewolves have a bit of a ‘furry problem’ 3 days a month is your girlfriend?” Jack jumped up and practically yelled at his best friend quoting one of the lines from Daniel’s report that had struck him as funny even as he wondered at the insanity of the whole thing.

“Oh, like that’s any harder to believe than Aliens and stable wormholes to other planets located in a basement of an old Army Bunker in Colorado Springs.” Dawn stood, crossing her arms and getting ready for a fight.

“Well, Technically…” Daniel began before Dawn and Jack both turned towards him identical angry looks on their faces, causing him to stop talking. “Never mind.”

“Who are you?” Jack practically growled at her.

“My name is Dawn, Jack.” Dawn looked at him like he was slow.

“I know your fricking name, missie. What I want to know is who you work for, where you got your information from.” He snapped, “Because I know that Danny boy here wouldn’t tell you anything. You know, Top Secret and all.” He said with a pointed look at the archaeologist.

“Don’t worry,” she attempted to reassure Jack, “I’m legit. The group I work with had a meeting with the Prime Minister yesterday before I flew here this morning. I`ve signed several very thick contracts that threaten many unpleasant things if I share that information with anyone else.” She said with a small smile in Daniel’s direction.

“That’s a load of malarkey!” Jack bellowed, “We’d have been told about any new group that was going to be informed about the Stargate.”

“Are you sure you’d have been informed? I’m sure General what’s his name? Hammond? knows about us. I mean, the Prime Minister was planning on talking to the President at some point after we left the meeting. I’m sure it takes a while to filter down the channels.” She said calmly

“Filter down the channels?” Jack practically yelled at the brunette, “There are no channels! There’s General Hammond and then there’s me!”

“Oh, so that’s what has his panties in a twist.” She turned to Daniel, “He’s just angry he’s not in the loop. I mean, really, I can’t help it that Giles wanted to recruit you and the background check set off some flags in the government which in turn set off some flags with us. I mean, come on, ‘Deep Space Radar Telemetry’? That just screams undercover, and our group and undercover ‘top secret’ operations don’t have the best history.

“Giles was serious about wanting to recruit me?” Daniel asked with a smile.

“Focus Daniel.” Jack barked.

“No Jack, you focus. Dawn is my girlfriend who I haven’t seen in over a week and we are on our way to dinner at a very nice restaurant. We don’t have time for your fishing expedition here. She knows about the Stargate because The British Prime Minister told her about it. You don’t believe her then you give General Hammond a call at home and ask him about it. I’m sure he’d appreciate that. But right now we don’t want to hear any more. I’m sure you know the way out. Dawn, are you ready?” he held out his arm to her.

Dawn strode over to Daniel and took his arm as he turned back to Jack. “I hope that you’ll be gone when we get back this evening.” He adjusted his glasses, “because as I said, Dawn and I haven’t seen each other in over a week and if you are still here you might be in for an embarrassing exhibit.” Daniel grinned at his best friend and then winked at Dawn, walking to the door.

“I’ll see you in the morning at work.” He said to his speechless best friend as he closed the door behind them.

Jack sat for a while drinking his beer, ignoring the sounds coming from the forgotten TV, then he grinned widely and got up, heading for the door as well. “You go, Danny Boy.” He said to no one in particular.

The End

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