Wishes do Come True by devra

Daniel fell onto the bed, exhausted. It was strange that moving into his house had taxed muscles that he hadn't even known existed. He'd thought he was in good shape, surprised actually, that such a mundane activity on Earth had shown him otherwise. Teal'c. Gym. In his non-existent spare time he could work out more—yup, he could manage that.

He needed to get under the covers, the shower's warmth was dissipating slowly from his body, but that would mean getting off the bed. So he compromised, stuck out his right hand, grabbed the comforter and rolled onto his side, tucking the blanket around his body.

Thinking of Jack's expression when he'd seen the size of Daniel's bed had been priceless; the raised eyebrows and heard the unspoken 'whatthefuck'. He'd wanted to reassure Jack that 'good things happen to those who wait' but he was evil and rarely had the opportunity to pull the wool over his lover's eyes. So Daniel decided to let him stew for a few weeks before his oversized, exorbitantly priced, painstakingly researched, bed arrived.

His SG-1 moving contingent had long gone and Daniel had schooled his disappointment when Jack had been recalled to the SGC. The house was quiet. Very quiet. Something he would have to get used to. Ascension wasn't quiet, neither was his recent stay on base in a VIP room. If he wasn't so tired, he would have gotten up to turn on the radio for background noise—and he would, later, right after he slept an hour or ten.

He awoke, disorientated, heart pounding, with the feeling that someone was in the bedroom with him. The state of the art house alarm system that Jack had insisted upon was up and running, the red lights on the keypad in the bedroom were confirmation. New house jitters, Daniel decided as he fought to find that comfortable spot indent in the bed.

There it was again. That feeling and—someone was humming. Humming loudly and off key, humming the theme from 'Jaws'. There it was. Even in the dimness Daniel was able to make out the bobbing movement of something going around the bed, circling. Up and down.

"I have a gun under my pillow."

The bobbing paused, the humming stopped then started up again after contemplating Daniel's words.

"I'm not afraid to use it."

A falsetto voice answered. "You won't shoot me."

"I'll shoot anything to get that god awful noise to stop."

"All talk and no action," the falsetto voice continued.

"Come here and I'll show you action," Daniel sat up and plucked Lumpy from Jack's grasp.

"How the hell did you know it was me?" Jack groused, using the bed to help him stand.

"The humming. And you're the only one with a key *and* my pass code."

"I wasn't humming."

Daniel waved the stuff toy at Jack. "Lumpy's voice is better than yours."

"Yeah?" Jack sat at the edge of the bed. "You know this for a fact?"


"Do you really have a gun under your pillow?"

"If I did, both you and Lumpy would have had the stuffing shot out of you."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Well maybe not Lumpy, he's irreplaceable, but definitely you."

"It's bad enough you bought this sorry excuse of a bed but now you're *threatening* me. Is there something I should know about?"

"You broke into *my* house. You grabbed Lumpy *and* you were humming. Perfectly good reasons for me to threaten you."

"There were extenuating circumstances."

"Which are?"

"The bed." Jack slapped the mattress. "This goddamn bed. Where the hell am I supposed to fit—"

Daniel threw back the covers, jumped out of bed, grabbed his wallet and pulled out a receipt, clicked on the bedside lamp then shoved the folded piece of paper under Jack's nose. "Read this."


"Just oh? Did you check where the dollar sign is in that order? The comma?"

"Oh, wow."

"Apologize," Daniel ordered.

"When does this get delivered?"

"Stop salivating, Jack. Be patient."

"I can do patient."


"Don't 'ha' me. I'm a very patient man."

"So you can wait to have sex until the bed arrives?"

"No, I said I was patient, not crazy."

"Jack, it's very early, you were crawling around in my bedroom, humming the theme from Jaws with Lumpy, if that doesn't constitute crazy—"

"*You* can wait to have sex?"

"I never said that. You said *you* were very patient. I was just curious *how* patient you were."

"Your living room has that great, soft throw rug, let's go try my patience."

"What about Lumpy?"

Jack leaned over and gently covered the stuffed toy with the blanket. "He's sleeping already. Shhh."

"He doesn't mind the bed."

"He would if he had to share it."

"You know, I had been wishing for a little bit of noise in the house."

Jack smiled at him, then at the bed. "It's amazing that sometimes wishes do come true."

The End!

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Thanks to the sisters of my heart for their continued cheerleading. To jo thank you for always stepping up to the plate, though any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone




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