Friday Night Fic Challenge #2 –
by elfin
SGC Charity Slave Auction Lot #13: Dr. Daniel Jackson, linguist, archaeologist,
babe.
"Somebody buy me.
Please."
The cafeteria was packed with SGC officers of all rank and gender.
Jack and Teal’c pushed their way into the room, with Jack muttering “excuse
me, pardon me” to everyone whose foot he trod on or whose ass he accidentally
touched while the crowd just seemed to part naturally in Teal’c’s path.
Sam was at the back, barely visible until they were practically on top of
her.
When she saw the guys, her eyes widened. “Where have you been?!”
“Busy!” Jack showed her what he held in his hand.
“We had more donations than we expected,” Teal’c intoned, slight surprise
in his voice.
“Everyone who donated said we had to share,” Jack whispered to her.
“Like hell!”
There was a noise from the front of the cafeteria, where Ferretti stood
on one of the tables, a mallet in his hand that he was knocking against the
wall behind him.
“Lot number thirteen.” He reached down to someone stood out of sight.
Obviously there was a problem, because after a second or two, he leaned down,
supposedly talking to someone.
“He’s going to kill us,” Jack murmured to his colleagues.
“Only for a while,” Sam smiled at her C.O. “Only until you get him
back to your place and you tell him that he has to listen to you because he’s
yours for the night.”
“He never listens to me!” Jack whined.
“You are incorrect, O’Neill. DanielJackson is always attentive to
you, you just do not realise it.”
Turning his head slowly, Jack stared open-mouthed at his friend. Teal’c
remained facing forward, expression deadpan.
On the table at the front, Ferretti was dragging someone up to stand next
to him. Aforementioned ‘someone’ looked thoroughly embarrassed but obviously
pleased with himself.
“Why did he volunteer again?” Jack whispered to everyone in general.
“He wanted to do something for charity,” Sam explained, “He said he never
got the chance usually, not being around very much.”
“Great. So he goes for a slave auction of all things!” Jack
sighed.
“Lot number thirteen,” Ferretti called out, “Dr. Daniel Jackson, linguist,
archaeologist.” He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned toward the assembled
crowd. “Babe.”
The cafeteria erupted in laughter, applause and wolf-whistling.
Jack bristled.
“Start low,” Sam instructed under the noise of the audience.
“Who’ll start the bidding?”
Everyone in the room called out a sum. Ferretti picked up on one amount,
grinning at the man beside him who looked as if he was wishing that the floor
would open up and swallow him.
In fact, Daniel was considering that now might be a good time for the Goa’uld
to invade.
“I have fifty dollars,” Ferretti told the crowd with absolute certainty.
“One hundred!” Jack peered over the assembled heads, trying to see
who’d bid three figures for his archaeologist. More whistling and clapping.
He couldn’t get a clear view, but he knew the voice.
“I have one hundred, any advance?”
Jack put one hand in the air. “One fifty.” Immediately, Daniel’s
head snapped up and he stared at his C.O. from over the sea of heads.
His glare could have killed at fifty paces.
“Two hundred.”
Jack groaned. It was Janet. Damnit.
Ferretti grinned. “Colonel?”
“Two fifty.”
Daniel rolled his eyes.
“Three hundred.”
“Four hundred.” The crowd uttered its murmur of approval.
There was no immediate counterbid and Ferretti slid one arm around Daniel’s
waist. “Only four hundred?” he asked. “Come on! Look at
this guy, would you? Just think of what he could do for your in your
service for twelve hours.”
Jack had been thinking about precious little else all day.
Daniel was looking somewhere in the crowd, and Jack realised he was gazing
at Janet. And doing that lost-puppy-dog look. Sneaky little….
“Five hundred.”
“Five hundred dollars from Dr Janet Fraiser…. Do I hear any more?”
“Six hundred.”
Sam stole a glance at the colonel. She couldn’t help but wonder how
much money he and Teal’c had actually raised on their whip-round of the SGC.
Could they really have got that much?
“I have six hundred dollars from the desperate colonel in the back.
Do I hear seven?”
Daniel raked his deep blue eyes over the crowd. “Somebody buy me,”
he begged quietly, “please!”
The mass laughed. Jack frowned. Cheeky linguist. Damned
if he wasn’t going to get his own back before the night was out.
Damned if he wasn’t going to get a lot more before sunrise.
“Seven hundred,” Janet stated clearly.
A chorus of ‘oooooooh’ went up.
Jack looked at Teal’c, and then at Sam. Clearing his throat, he shouted,
“One thousand dollars.”
Even Ferretti looked stunned. No one was going to beat that.
He paused for a moment, and then rapped his mallet against the wall.
“Sold! For one thousand US to Colonel Jack O’Neill.”
Jack collected his prize, handing over one hundred and fifty in cash, and
his credit card.
“Come on Danny, you’re mine for one night.”
Daniel smiled to himself. “Promises, promises….”
fin
elfin
