The way of things

By: Tate


"Daniel, have you enjoyed one too many midnight snacks lately?" Jack asks the unconscious form over his shoulder.

Man, am I beat. I’ve been dragging Daniel’s injured ass across some freaking hot desert, as usual.

Can that boy ever stay out of trouble? I don’t think that he ever considers me when he gets himself into these situations. I’m the one who has to carry him. Carter’s too petite, Teal’c has to watch our backs so I’m the one who gets carrying duty.

Oh, well, I’m sure he’s returned the favor many times by now. But can’t he just keep out of trouble?