A/N: In case anyone missed it, Hakkai has a sadistic streak.
“Colonel O’Neill, High Priest Jikaku, in whose charge is the Temple of the Setting Sun. Behave. Or he’ll feed you your spine.”
A swirl of white and green, Sanzo stalked out, Goku skipping after him.
“Hey!” Jack started forward-
Three ringed hands flew up, and triggers clicked.
Daniel glanced around. Yep, there were Hakkai and Gojyo, easing out of the line of fire. And being let go, which was Not Fair At All.
“Hey… how’s it going?” Lowering his voice, Jack grumbled, “Daniel?”
“Hello,” the archaeologist smiled, deliberately stepping between Jack and the nearest ringed hand. “I’m Daniel Jackson, and it’s nice to meet you. This is Jack, and Major Sam Carter, and Teal’c-”
“Don’t worry, they already know us,” Gojyo grinned, fading behind the guards. Chortling, Hakuryuu took off from Hakkai’s shoulder, disappearing out the door.
“I sort of figured that out,” Daniel said dryly.
Which gained him a chuckle from Jikaku, even as the priest raised a bushy white brow at Hakkai. “Not the most auspicious of beginnings.”
“Sanzo’s been polite,” Hakkai said ruefully. “For about four days.”
“You call that polite?” Sam demanded.
“He hasn’t shot you once,” Gojyo shrugged. “So, yeah.”
“Oh, dear,” Jikaku murmured. A gesture and a few words dispersed half the guards back around the rings, the rest filing out into the larger temple. “Well. Humor an old man and walk with me, Colonel? You’ve come a… very long way, and I imagine we might well make good use of one of the meditation rooms to talk.”
“Before you try to put roast colonel on the menu?” Jack said dryly, matching Jikaku step for step and waving them to follow. For a man his age, the priest kept a brisk pace.
Jikaku chuckled. “Roast? I think not. Finely diced and stewed; you’re not tender enough for anything less. Though that would be rude for emissaries. However, if you insist….”
“You’re serious,” Jack said flatly.
“I am a priest of Kanzeon Bosatsu, Colonel.” A wry, wise smile. “And we were staring off Jaffa armies centuries before the Asgard decided to intervene.” Jikaku eyed Hakkai again. “I take it we’re dealing with the usual?”
“Since at least last night,” the healer confirmed reluctantly. “And… off and on before then, since we left Aomura.”
Jikaku sucked in a breath. “I’ll have something sent to the baths.”
“Thank you,” Hakkai said fervently.
“Baths, huh? Yeah, he probably is headed there, the little hot-water addict,” Gojyo shrugged. “Have to admit, it’ll feel nice after all that rain.”
“Rain?” Jikaku said darkly, with a look at Hakkai Daniel could only call dubious.
“Very heavy. Very cold,” Hakkai said cheerfully. “And we shouldn’t impose on you further, not when you have such important guests to see to.” Grabbing Gojyo’s arm, he moved.
“Hey – what – Hakkai!”
They were gone.
“Well, that explains why half of you are down with rainfire.” Jikaku shook his head, walking on. “Though I am surprised it’s not three of you, if you’re of the same land… I’ve sent for salves from our apothecary; we keep them on hand for lay visitors. You’ll want to wash, and change your clothing; the spores can linger quite some time.”
“Spores?” Sam paled.
“Laymen?” Daniel pounced. “You mean, this doesn’t affect priests?” So Hakkai – oh, you bastard.