Entertaining in a Disturbing Way

Disclaimer: Not mine. Set: Eh. s4, or so. Rating: PG (bad language). Notes: Pure fluff. Timey's fault, I think. Or #subcafe's. We were talking about Sam and Jack and claiming people by biting them. This is, in fact, Daniel and Janet.

Coming to the Point
by Ana Lyssie Cotton

He was shuffling his feet. Shifting from one to the other, completely uncertain as to what he was about to ask. Dr. Janet Frasier watched Dr. Daniel Jackson with inward amusement, and waited for the eventually muttered question. "Er... Do you like biting?"

She blinked. "Do I lke biting?"

"Yeah." He looked down, poked a booted toe at the concrete beneath his feet. "It's just, uh," one hand came out of a pocket and he ran it through the slightly-floppy hair that he hadn't had cut recently.

Realizing he was never going to finish his statement, Janet chuckled, "Why Dr. Jackson, are you suggesting something?" Oh, there was the accent. Laid on honey-thick.

He looked up at her, "Uh..."

Delighted to discover he was completely uncertain, Janet considered, just for a moment, being really evil. But she liked Daniel. "So, you came to ask if I liked biting."

"Yeah." He reached up and fiddled with his glasses. "Um, Sam said, uh..."

"What're you doing this Saturday, Daniel?"

"Probably catching up on sleep. And there's this translation that..." He stopped. "Um. Taking you to dinner?"

Janet chuckled, "Only if you want to."

"Oh, I, yes. Yes I do." He nodded.

He was almost bouncing. Janet thought that was just the cutest thing ever. But he was definitely *not* a puppy dog. "Pick me up at six." She turned to continue down the corridor, then stopped, "Oh, and Dr. Jackson?"

"Yes?"

"I might even tell you the answer to your question."

And she left him standing there, looking bemused, flabbergasted, and really cute.

Heh. She had a date.

Shit. She had a date.

Damn.

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