The Toes Knows
If Jack would just get rid of that silly grin. He’s looking again, I know it.
Daniel lifted the blanket slightly to peek beyond it and Jack leaned down to fill his view with the damn smirk on his face still there. The blanket dropped back in place.
Jack looked down again, still grinning. The mound on his couch sighed. Looking around he patted his chest. The cook-out had been a success; the clean-up was almost done.
“It’s not funny, Jack.”
Jack reached an arm out and trailed in down the length of the blanket to grasp an exposed digit on Daniel’s foot. He wiggled it. The smile never left as he replied, “Oh, I beg to differ… I think it’s very funny. In fact, all ten of them are too darn funny… and cute too. You have cute toes, Daniel.”
Daniel huffed, holding in a retort, there was just no graceful way out of this. Pulling the blanket off his head, he glared up at Jack.
“Did you have to get Sam involved?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“Well, I sure didn’t have any and knew she probably would since…she’s um…a female”
“But she didn’t, did she? And you knew she would ask why! You knew she would want to see… and then Sam HAD to tell Janet…” Daniel glanced around the room. “Where are they anyway?”
Picking at something on his “Kiss The Cook” apron, Jack replied, “oh…last I saw them, they were getting Janet’s keys… laughing. Teal’c went with them, ‘said something like ‘he was curious about this custom and wished to learn more’. I saw him being pulled out the door by them.”
Daniel hunched his shoulders as he pulled his feet up and under and hid once more beneath the blanket on the couch.
“That’s only a temporary solution, you know.”
A long sigh and a muffled “I know” was the response from the mound. “How much longer?” asked the mound.
“Janet called, ‘said they’d be back shortly… with Cassie.”
The blanket flew off. Daniel launched to his feet and he began figiting. “With Cassie?! I-I need to go!”
“Now, Daniel. You and her need to talk”
Daniel paced Jack’s den. “But Jack…I mean it was my fault… but still not RIGHT after…”
Jack picked the blanket up off the floor while trying hard not to smirk or down look at the floor where his friend continued to pace, one bare foot in front of the other.
“Look, it’s not that bad, Daniel, really. Janet was going to pick Cass up at the mall anyway…and Cassie feels bad about it now. She wants to apologize to you.”
Collapsing back on the couch, flinging an arm over his face, Daniel groaned. He propped his bare feet up on Jack’s coffee table and looked at the damage. Rolling his eyes, he snatched the blanket out of Jack’s hands and draped it back over his lower body, tucking it under each heel. Leaning back against the couch he closed his eyes and thought back to what had happened earlier that afternoon.
It had been a great day; a nice cook out. Jack was still grilling and Teal’c was assisting, sort of. Sam and Janet were deep in some conversation at the point when he had journeyed to Jack’s couch to take a nap. He slipped off his glasses placing them on the coffee table. Then molded his frame to the cushions of the couch. He was almost blissfully almost out when someone sat down at the other end. Looking down the length of the couch with bleary eyes, he saw Cassie talking enthusiastically about every little thing in her life. At first, he tried hard to stay awake and listen intently, but after almost four days of deep concentration doing translations, he had been looking forward to this cookout… specifically this nap. His mind started wandering. Instead of listening to her, he started gazing at her and realized how he had watched her grow up to become a beautiful youthful teenager. She caught him not paying attention and lightly reprimanded him. He quickly soothed her ruffled feelings. Apologized and asked her to please continue talking about her latest crush Richard…um Becker?
She accepted and was off again. Yes, it was Becker, see he had been listening. She continued and he enjoyed the time he spent with her. She was now talking about recently discovering makeup and how exciting it was. Shouldn’t she be talking to Sam or Janet about that instead of him? The couch was so comfortable. Somewhere along the way, he lost the battle and fell asleep.
Something woke him up. He tried to ignore it and snuggled back down in the couch. Someone was wiggling his toes. Waking up he glanced around. Cassie was gone and Jack was now looming over him where Cassie had been, looking down with a stupid huge grin on his face. He followed Jack’s gaze down to his…toes. His TOES!
Grabbing more firmly to the blanket, he vowed not to come back out from under it until Sam got back with some nail polish remover.
“Coral red looks nice on you.”
“Shut up and get me some socks.”
The End
