Title: He Touched It
Rating: G
Words: 176
Summary: "I told him not to touch it. When it's big and red, that's not usually a good sign. But what does he do? He touches it..."
Notes: Not really slashy, but there's Daniel and there's Jack.

Sometimes, I wish we had him on a leash. A real short one. Or maybe he could just stay back at the base. Then he wouldn't get us into trouble.

I told him not to touch it. When it's big and red, that's not usually a good sign. But what does he do? He touches it.

"Don't touch it, Daniel," I said.

"But, Jack, this place has been abandoned for years. What harm could it do?" he replied.

"Daniel, what color is it?"

"Red."

"And what does red usually mean?"

"Well, in China it's a symbol of celebration and luck-"

"I mean in the lovely U.S. of A."

"Valentine's day?"

"Daniel..."

"Jack..."

And before I could say anything else, he touched it.

So now we're stuck in only god-knows-where, at the mercy of god-knows-who, who want to do god-knows-what to us. If there's anyone here at all.

"So, Daniel," I ask, "What have you learned today?"

He looks at me and grins, the cheeky little devil. Then he says, "These aliens didn't celebrate Valentine's day."