Title: Whassit?
Author: Danielle
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All characters from the television series ‘Stargate SG-1’ belong to Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I’m only borrowing them for my personal entertainment, and I promise I’ll put them back all nice and proper. I didn’t profit from writing this piece, though if someone wants to pay me huge wads of cash for the copyright, I won’t argue. All original characters and situations belong to me, but you can use them if you really want to - just mail me first. Also mail me first if you want to archive this somewhere. Thank you kindly.
Summary: This was actually inspired by a conversation thread on my DANIELites mailing list...

"Daniel?"

"What?"

"Have you seen my thingy?"

"Your... thingy."

"Yeah, you know. The one that's used for, um, whatsyjiggy."

"The thingy that's used for whatsyjiggy. Oh, I get you now."

*sigh* "Don't be sarcastic Daniel, it doesn't suit your good-guy demeanor."

"Hey, it's not exactly my fault that I haven't a clue of what the hell you're talking about."

"Look, it's about this long, and it sorta has this doovy at the end of it like so."

"You lost me Rhya."

"Oh come on Danny, you have to know what I'm talking about!"

"Really? You don't seem to know."

"Have you seen it or not. It can't have grown legs and flown off into oblivion."

*sigh of exasperation* "No, Rhya, I do not know of the location of your Thingy that is about this long, has a doovy at the end like so, and is used for Whatsyjiggy."

"See, that didn't hurt too much, did it? Thank you for the information Daniel."

"Any time."

*****

"I found it! I found it, I found it, I found it-"

"I gathered as much. You found what?"

"My woogy!"

"Um, Rhya, I believe it's called a hockey stick."

"Yeah, that's it. My hockey stick!"

"You have a hockey stick."

"Well, the word 'my' does seem to indicate possesion and/or ownership of the aforementioned item."

"You didn't tell my you had a hockey stick."

"You never asked. Besides, Jack seemed to think it was a wise investment. Said something about bashing people over the head with it."

"He would say something like that."

"What was that? Speak up Daniel, I can't hear you when you mumble."

"Nothing. So, where did you find it?"

"In your office."

"My... office. Would you care to explain exactly how your hockey stick came to be in my office?"

"Maybe."

"Rhya!"

"Okay, okay. Keep your shirt on for pity's sake. I must've left it there the other night when I was fiddling with your... boxy-thing with the fake fishes swimming around on the black bit."

"My computer."

"That's the one. Yeah, I must've left it there when I was playing that card game thingumy on your computer."

"Oh dear Lord!! That entire sentence nearly sounded like the Queen's English!"

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"

*raspberry*

"Thank you Rhya."

"You're quite welcome Daniel."

THE END

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