Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Category: Vignette. Gen. Daniel and Teal’c Friendship, humor.
Season: Any, but likely early-ish. Say, four?
Spoilers: General Series Knowledge.
Summary: Sometimes, words mean more than we think they do.
Word Count: 421.
Note: Written for a random word prompt of: Asylum.
"So, what do you think, Teal'c?" asked Daniel, giving the Jaffa a pointed look as he munched his sandwich.
Teal'c blinked in response, chewing on his own toast, not sure how to answer Daniel's philosophical question and looking for any way not to engage the archeologist in a debate.
Across the street, several people in scrubs also enjoyed a meal. It was a pleasant day, and the outdoor tables near the small gift shop and cafe attached to the building that looked like a hospital were packed.
Teal'c gestured to the building instead of answering.
"What type of facility is that?" he asked.
Daniel glanced over and waved his hand in dismissal.
"Some sort of asylum," he answered. "Now, what do you think?"
If Daniel expected an answer, he was definitely not going to get one now. Teal'c's brows furrowed and he gave Daniel a puzzled look.
Daniel picked up on the expression and returned it.
"What?" he asked.
Teal'c blinked. "I do not understand."
"What don't you understand?">
"What about it?"
"Why is it called that?"
Daniel blinked back. "Because that's what it is.”
"But that does not make sense," said Teal'c.
"Was I not granted this 'asylum' when I came to your planet?"
"Then do I own this building?"
Daniel had to think for a moment, but then realization finally dawned.
"Oh! You don't know the word in this case. I get it. See, 'asylum' has two meanings. It can mean immunity, like with you, or a place where, well, where people with problems stay."
Teal'c raised just one brow now. "Problems?"
Daniel sighed, "Yeah, um... you know, um, head problems," he said, circling a finger around his ear.
Teal'c nodded. "You mean they are mentally challenged."
"That's a nice way of putting it," answered Daniel.
"O’Neill would say they are crazy," said Teal'c. "And they are locked up with all the other crazy people."
"Yes," said Daniel.
Teal'c nodded again. "I see."
Then he nearly smirked, causing Daniel to cock his head to one side.
Teal'c's smirk blossomed into a smile.
"I may not own the building, Daniel Jackson, but I think in my case, both meanings of the word apply."
Teal'c leaned back and crossed his arms, daring Daniel to argue.
It took him a second, but then Daniel laughed out loud, and he didn’t argue.
After all, he couldn't help but agree.
When Teal'c was granted asylum on Earth, he was trapped with the crazy people, too!