Chatboyz II: Of Love and Friendship - Mereridkat

Jimzboy: Danny!

Blair sent his friend Daniel Jackson an instant message as soon as he saw that Daniel had signed on. They were supposed to have met for chat last night, but Daniel had not shown up all evening and had not returned any email today.

Jimzboy: Are you okay?

Jackzpuppy: I'm sorry, Blair. I didn't mean to miss last night. Something came up.

Jimzboy: Work related?

Jackzpuppy: Yes, you could say that. How are you? How is your Interruption?

Jimzboy: We're fine. Been a long damn week.

Jackzpuppy: Did you get the house?

Jimzboy: No word yet. Jim's impatient (he's making enough lasagna to feed an army)

Jackzpuppy: Hang in there, it'll come through.

Jackzpuppy: And enjoy the lasagna.

Jimzboy: I will!

Jimzboy: How's your Interruption?

Jackzpuppy: Fine. Just fine.

Jimzboy: Yeah? Any fishing trips lately?

Jackzpuppy: No, we've been busy with work and it's a bit frozen around here.

Jackzpuppy: You? Did you go up to the cabin like you planned?

Jimzboy: No, we had a slight problem.

Jackzpuppy: Uh-oh. What did you do, Fuzzbutt?

Jimzboy: Fuzzbutt!

"Fuzzbutt?" Jim chuckled, setting a mug of tea on the desk for Blair.

"Don't even think it." Blair warned him, glowering hard. It just made him look constipated and Jim laughed more.

Jackzpuppy: Come on, fess up. What'd you do this time?

Jim laughed even more. "He knows you well."

"Go." Blair pointed towards the kitchen. "Out."

Jimzboy: It wasn't my fault!

Jackzpuppy: Yeah, like how dancing at the private go-go club when we were sophomores

Blair slapped his hands over the computer screen so Jim couldn't see. He checked over his shoulder, and made sure his Sentinel was well out of sight before he lowered his hands.

Jackzpuppy: and ending up in the middle of the FBI bust wasn't your fault?

Jimzboy: How was I supposed to know they were under investigation! I didn't force you! We needed the money!

Jackzpuppy: Yeah, we did. That was a long, cold winter. So, what happened?

Jimzboy: *sigh*

Jackzpuppy: Just spit it out, I need the entertainment.

Jimzboy: Fuck you!

Jimzboy: Daniel?

Jackzpuppy: Sorry, I'm here. Just tired.

Jimzboy: you okay?

Jackzpuppy: I'm fine, Blair, just waiting to hear about your latest adventure.

Blair frowned. He knew when Daniel said he was 'fine' or if things were 'fine', it usually meant the opposite.

Jimzboy: Where's your Interruption?

Jackzpuppy: Oh, you know. Watching the Holy Game on the tube.

"Jim," He spoke in a normal tone of voice, "is there a hockey game on tonight?"

"No, not that I know of. Why?" Jim called back.

"Daniel's acting funny. I think something is wrong with Jack."

Jimzboy: Okay, so we were all set to go up to the cabin. Truck packed, gassed up, everything.

Jackzpuppy: I remember your gas. You could peel paint off walls with your farts.

Jimzboy: ha ha ha shut up

Jackzpuppy: Go on, Fuzzbutt. I'm listening.

Jimzboy: Do you remember shaving our crotches?

Jackzpuppy: Blair! Damn, I forgot how conversations with you can be so challenging.

Jimzboy: Do you ever do that now? You know, for Him?

Jackzpuppy: No, I don't. We don't have time usually for anything too creative.

Jimzboy: That's too bad. Mine really trips out on it.

Jackzpuppy: fishing trip?

Jimzboy: Yeah, okay.

Jimzboy: What did you guys have for dinner? I hope that first batch of lasagna is done soon!

Jackzpuppy: He grilled steaks.

Blair clicked on his link for the Weather Channel, and checked the weather in Colorado Springs. It was a sparkling 7 degrees with heavy snow.

"Liar." Blair sighed.

"What?" Jim said from the doorway.

"He said Jack grilled steaks tonight, and it's a balmy 7 degrees there with heavy snow." Blair shook his head.

"He could grill them inside." Jim shrugged. "If he wants you to know, he'll tell you. Maybe they had a fight."

"Right." Blair obviously wasn't buying it.

Jimzboy: So we stop at our favorite bait shack on our way up the mountain. We stop there every time we go up, right?

Jackzpuppy: Right...

Jimzboy: So we walk into the middle of a shoot out, sort of a la the Hatfields and McCoys. Bullets flying, people screaming, there's this dog standing in the middle of it howling. It was like Deliverance all over again.

Jackzpuppy: Blair Jacob Sandburg

Jimzboy: IT WASN'T MY FAULT

Jackzpuppy: "We'll just slip into the cafeteria and make ourselves some sandwiches, and leave money on the counter"

Jimzboy: IT WASN'T MY FAULT!

Jackzpuppy: We burnt down half the student union!

Jimzboy: It wasn't our fault the janitor had rigged the stove!

Jackzpuppy: Are you okay? You and yours, no bullet holes?

Jimzboy: No, no bullet holes. I got some bruises, Mine's fine.

Jackzpuppy: Good

Jimzboy: You and yours need to come visit soon, Danny. I miss you!

Jackzpuppy: I

Jackzpuppy: I miss you too, Blair. I really do.

Jimzboy: When we get the house, you two will have to come up for the week. We can go fishing or whatever.

Jackzpuppy: I want you to take me to that bookstore you are always going on about.

Jimzboy: And the adult shop Jim takes me to, you'll like this place.

Jackzpuppy: And that pub where you go with your friends. That sounds like a good place.

Jimzboy: It is.

Blair waited for Daniel to say something else, but Daniel was quiet.

Jimzboy: Daniel?

Jimzboy: Danny.... DANNY....

It was a couple minutes before Daniel responded and Blair had gone out to get the phone to call him. Something was definitely up. But Jim was on the phone and waved him off.

Jackzpuppy: Sorry, Blair, I have to go. Someone is here.

Jimzboy: Daniel, are you in trouble?

Jackzpuppy: No. Look, I'll call you tomorrow. Ok?

Jimzboy: Ok. If you don't, I'll call you.

Jackzpuppy: Thanks for the chat.

Jackzpuppy: I love you, you know. Always.

Jimzboy: Yeah, same here.

"Okay, that's it! I'm going to Colorado!" Blair shouted at the computer monitor.

Jackzpuppy: Bye

Jimzboy: Bye

Blair went back out to the kitchen.

"Thanks, Jeff. I appreciate it." Jim hung up the phone. "Jack has been missing in action for the last six days."

"I have to go, Jim. He can't be alone for this." Blair was already packing mentally.

"We'll both go. I'll call Simon, you go get the suitcases." He was already dialing their captain.

"What about the lasagna?" Blair grabbed the keys but hesitated at the door.

"I'll put it in the freezer." Jim waved him off. "Simon, it's Jim..."

~~~~~

Jim Ellison led the way up the sidewalk to the house. His better half trundled along behind him muttering. Anyone wouldn't be able to figure out what he was saying, but Jim understood him.

"Fkngcld! Ctfeeelfgrs. CtfeeeEeltz. Fkfkfk."

It was just after 6am, and the front porch light was on and there was a light on in the living room. Jim could smell coffee brewing. A fire was burning low in the fireplace. He counted three heartbeats. One was intriguing and he paused a moment to listen to it. It didn't sound like a regular human heartbeat. He was distracted when a well-bundled Guide thumped into his back.

"GdmtJm!Whdyspfr?"

"Sorry, Chief." Jim grinned without looking back and walked up the steps. He barely knocked once when the front door was jerked open. A tall woman with short cut blonde hair stood there. She looked tired, circles under her bloodshot eyes. And there was something funny about her smell. There was a tang to it unlike anything he had smelled before. "Hi, I'm looking for Dr. Daniel Jackson..."

"I'm sorry, this isn't a good time." She cut him off.

"I know." Jim replied just as curtly. "That's why we're here. This," He patted the top of Blair's well covered head, "is a very good friend of Daniel's, Dr. Blair Sandburg."

"Blair?" He heard the shout from inside the house.

"Dnee!" Blair shouted back. Jim yanked the scarf down off his mouth in time for, "It's fucking cold out here..." The last few words being in some unintelligible ancient tribal language.

Blair shoved past the woman, and he met Daniel in the hallway with a thud!

"Why are you here? What's wrong?" Daniel's handsome face was tense.

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?" Blair held tightly onto Daniel's shirt and gave him a shake. "You used the word 'fine' one too many times last night! And grilling steaks in this weather? Puhleeze! Just because we haven't actually seen each other a couple years-"

"More like, uhm, eleven..."

"Semantics." Blair shrugged, hugging Daniel tightly, and further words were slightly muffled against Daniel's shirt. Jim could tell that it was Jack's shirt because one, it was the wrong size and two, the scent on the shirt did not match Daniel's.

"Jim Ellison." He held his hand out to the woman.

"Samantha Carter." She smiled slightly, shaking his hand. "Come in and I'll get some coffee."

"Thanks." Jim walked in and Sam shut the door.

A large black man stepped away from the fireplace. There was a gold tattoo of sorts on his forehead. That didn't bother Jim. What Jim noticed was that this was the one with the strange heart beat. His scent was strange, too. They stared at each other for a long second.

"Jim?" Blair called out to him. He wasn't zoning was he? Jim blinked and glanced at him, then back at the black man.

"This, ah, this is my friend Teal'c." Daniel hurried forward to explain. "He's from, uhm, Africa."

"Right." Jim nodded, glancing at Daniel. "You lie as good as Fuzzbutt does."

"Hey!" Blair objected.

"Fuzzbutt?" Teal'c frowned, cocking his head.

"One of Blair's nicknames." Daniel explained, grinning. Blair whacked him in the arm, and then felt the muscle there.

"Ooooh, you've been working out."

"Stop it." Daniel blushed.

"Jim Ellison." Jim held his hand out to Teal'c. They shook hands, but in the way of warriors - hand to forearm.

"Teal'c." He repeated his name. "We are well met."

"Truly." Jim nodded.

"Jim?" Blair asked, frowning and watching. This was a Sentinel moment, he was certain. Jim had picked up something strange about the guy.

"Uhm..." Daniel seemed very much at a loss.

Sam broke the silence with, "Coffee?"

Jim and Teal'c released their hold on each other and both took a step back, turning to watch Sam.

"That sounds good, huh Jim?" Blair asked his Sentinel.

"Yes, it does." Jim nodded.

"Daniel is going to show me his computer." Blair grabbed a new handful of Daniel's shirt and tugged him down the hallway. He started to open one door and Daniel stopped him.

"It's not in the bathroom." Daniel pushed him down the hall to the study.

"Uhm..." Sam wasn't sure that leaving Daniel alone with Blair was a good idea.

"It'll be okay." Jim assured her. "They went to college together, did the whole roommate thing. From what I understand, they had quite a time."

"Daniel?" Sam looked puzzled. "Our Daniel?"

"Yeah." Jim chuckled. "So I guess you haven't heard how they nearly burnt down the Rainier Student Union or the..."

"Jim Ellison!" Blair shouted down the hallway. "I may not be an ex-Army Ranger, but I can still kick your ass!"

"Let's get you that cup of coffee." Sam grinned.

"Indeed." Teal'c inclined his head.

Nearly an hour later found Jim sitting at the kitchen table with Sam and Teal'c, telling them stories that he had learned about Blair and Daniel in college. The two actual adventurers were still in the study talking. They had heard some shouting, but it had been quiet for a while now. Sam noticed that Jim seemed to be listening though she couldn't figure out how considering she couldn't hear a thing.

Just after 7:10am, the phone rang.

"I got it." Sam shouted, snatching up the cordless phone.

Daniel came rushing down the hallway with Blair hot on his tail.

"Major Carter." She snapped into the phone. The house was absolute silent as she listened. She smiled slowly, turning to look at Daniel and giving him a 'thumbs up'.

"Thanks, Janet! We'll be right in." Sam beamed. "Jack's been- he's back. Janet has him in the Infirmary now. A bit worse for the wear, but no broken bones."

Daniel wavered but Blair caught him. "Go! Go on, hurry up!"

"Will you wait?" Teal'c had tossed him his coat and Daniel was walking backwards to the door. "You just got here."

"We'll wait." Blair smiled at him. "Go on, we'll be fine." He waved the three of them out. Once they were gone, he turned to Jim. "See, sometimes I bring good luck."

"Blair, baby." Jim smiled, pulling him into a hug. "You always bring me good luck."

"What a sap." Blair sighed happily.

"Fuzzbutt."

The end.

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Acknowledgments: Thanks to CJ and to Sam for the Cover.