Stargate SG-1 FIC: Muh Jell-O
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campylobacterTITLE: Muh Jell-O
SERIES: Part 1 of 3 for "Three Waitresses Daniel Never Met"
AUTHOR:campylobacter
RATING: General/All Audiences
WARNING: none apply
CATEGORY: episode tag; humor; Gen
PAIRINGS: none
WORD COUNT: 360
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
CHARACTERS: Daniel Jackson, the waitress from "Holiday"
SPOILERS/TIMELINE: 2x17 "Holiday
SUMMARY/PREMISE: That awkward feeling when you walk into the wrong diner...
NOTES: Inspired bymagnavox_23's wallpaper "Fred & Machello's Big Day Out!" for the Season Two Challenge at Event Horizons
Click here to read the story on LJ
Click here to read the story on AO3
The door shuts behind him, and Daniel shakes the hair out of his eyes.
"Windy day, huh?" a young woman remarks. "Holy shh… eepdogs!" She stares at him, eyes wide with surprise. "Look who's back: the Feast On Me Guy."
"Huh?" He blinks, certain that he's never seen this pretty, short-haired, coppery-eyed brunette before. "I, I'm sorry, I don't think we've ever met."
"We have, about two months ago. You came in with Fred, introduced yourself as Muh Jell-O, told the entire diner to 'feast on you', and then paid with a credit card that said 'Daniel Jackson'. Daniel Muh Jell-O Jackson?"
"Oh god," he sighs, suddenly recalling his credit card balance. And the surreal haze he saw the infirmary through while in the old man's body. And Hammond's incident report. "I don't remember ever setting foot in this place, to be honest."
"You don't remember ordering a hockey puck with frog sticks and a froth job for dessert?"
"Uh, no." However, he distinctly remembers the diarrhea he got after Ma'chello stole his body. "Look, I only dropped by to grab The Indy."
"You sure? How about a cup o' mud?" She flashes a sassy grin. "On me."
Normally, Daniel won't refuse free coffee. But he'd promised himself to avoid this diner. Forever. And inwardly kicks himself for forgetting the name of the place from the incident report. "Sorry, no thanks." He picks up a free community newspaper from the rack just inside the door and musters an awkward smile. "There's a Book Fair this weekend." He backs out the door, which rings the little metal bell above it.
"Okay," she calls after him, "but anyone who leaves a hundred dollar tip gets coffee. On me."
Daniel cringes at the memory of his charge bill, even though the SGC is in the process of reimbursing him. He wonders if the old guy's "holiday" was worth the taxpayers' expense, and if the man who'd shared the meal with Ma'chello had enjoyed the burger, fries, and hot fudge sundae, too.
He leans his head back inside the diner lobby. "If you see Fred," he calls out to the waitress, "give him my coffee."
SERIES: Part 1 of 3 for "Three Waitresses Daniel Never Met"
AUTHOR:
campylobacter RATING: General/All Audiences
WARNING: none apply
CATEGORY: episode tag; humor; Gen
PAIRINGS: none
WORD COUNT: 360
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
CHARACTERS: Daniel Jackson, the waitress from "Holiday"
SPOILERS/TIMELINE: 2x17 "Holiday
SUMMARY/PREMISE: That awkward feeling when you walk into the wrong diner...
NOTES: Inspired by
magnavox_23's wallpaper "Fred & Machello's Big Day Out!" for the Season Two Challenge at Event HorizonsClick here to read the story on LJ
Click here to read the story on AO3
The door shuts behind him, and Daniel shakes the hair out of his eyes.
"Windy day, huh?" a young woman remarks. "Holy shh… eepdogs!" She stares at him, eyes wide with surprise. "Look who's back: the Feast On Me Guy."
"Huh?" He blinks, certain that he's never seen this pretty, short-haired, coppery-eyed brunette before. "I, I'm sorry, I don't think we've ever met."
"We have, about two months ago. You came in with Fred, introduced yourself as Muh Jell-O, told the entire diner to 'feast on you', and then paid with a credit card that said 'Daniel Jackson'. Daniel Muh Jell-O Jackson?"
"Oh god," he sighs, suddenly recalling his credit card balance. And the surreal haze he saw the infirmary through while in the old man's body. And Hammond's incident report. "I don't remember ever setting foot in this place, to be honest."
"You don't remember ordering a hockey puck with frog sticks and a froth job for dessert?"
"Uh, no." However, he distinctly remembers the diarrhea he got after Ma'chello stole his body. "Look, I only dropped by to grab The Indy."
"You sure? How about a cup o' mud?" She flashes a sassy grin. "On me."
Normally, Daniel won't refuse free coffee. But he'd promised himself to avoid this diner. Forever. And inwardly kicks himself for forgetting the name of the place from the incident report. "Sorry, no thanks." He picks up a free community newspaper from the rack just inside the door and musters an awkward smile. "There's a Book Fair this weekend." He backs out the door, which rings the little metal bell above it.
"Okay," she calls after him, "but anyone who leaves a hundred dollar tip gets coffee. On me."
Daniel cringes at the memory of his charge bill, even though the SGC is in the process of reimbursing him. He wonders if the old guy's "holiday" was worth the taxpayers' expense, and if the man who'd shared the meal with Ma'chello had enjoyed the burger, fries, and hot fudge sundae, too.
He leans his head back inside the diner lobby. "If you see Fred," he calls out to the waitress, "give him my coffee."
Part 2: "Ready When You Get Back"
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Date: 2014-10-17 07:43 am (UTC)"But he'd promised himself to avoid this diner. Forever." - I think that's a good decision. *lol*
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Date: 2014-11-04 05:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-10-17 09:10 am (UTC)And so very funny. Poor Daniel. I'm with him on avoiding this particular diner for good.
Great tag!
<3
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Date: 2014-11-04 05:44 am (UTC)I assume that no one working at the diner recognized Ma'chello because Daniel had never been there, even though it was walking distance from his apartment. Maybe it had a reputation for awful coffee?
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Date: 2014-10-20 01:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-11-04 05:49 am (UTC)PS: So sorry my reply is late; DW never sent me notifications on the comments here :(