Summary: This AU confused crossover is inspired by the book cover of the UK version of the final Harry Potter story - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Info: Alphekka made a wonderful SG cover with her own title, Danny Potter and the Heavenly Shallows, and on the basis of that, I wrote the story, Danny Potter and the Blasted Bellows, and with her kind permission, used Alph's book cover with a few changes and additions of my own.
The story is written in true FDAS drabble style, with a maximum of 500 words, and a nice Feisty Danny
"Whatcha doin', Sam-irony?" Jon (Jack) O'Kneesly asked, staring over her shoulder at the latest doohickey in her arsenal.
"It's an oxygen enhancing, triple action, lever operated, quantum conflagration enhancer, sir. It's very sensitive, so don't touch anything."
"Me?" O'Kneesly asked.
"I know how you like to get involved, sir," Sam-irony smiled.
Tutting, Jack wondered who else he could annoy. There were only two other choices, Hardteal'c or Danny Potter. Smiling, he headed for Danny's office.
"Hey," he said entering the room.
Danny didn't bother to look up; he was more interested in reading his book, Magic Barbecues for the Uninitiated.
As Jack fiddled with an ancient artefact wizard, Danny focused on his book. He couldn't look at Jack without wanting to jump him; it was distracting and embarrassing.
When the ancient artefact wizard yelped in surprise, Jack put him down and turned to look at Danny.
"I could help you with that," he said waving his hand at the large tome Danny was studying. "Barbecues are my thing," he grinned smugly.
"I was thinking of holding a party, and I thought a barbecue would be a good idea."
"It's a great idea, Danny! Can I be chef?"
"It's my party, not Lesley Gore's or yours, so I think I should be in charge, don't you?"
"You? In charge?" Jack asked, his voice slightly wobbly at the thought of Danny exercising his authority. God, what a hot barbecue that would be!
"So, when's it gonna be?" O'Kneesly asked patting his stomach in anticipation.
"Saturday night, my place," Danny announced closing the book.
When Saturday night arrived, so did Jack, carrying steaks and beer. Going around the back of Danny's house, he found his teammate alone, staring at the barbecue grill, hands on hips and a frown on his face.
"Hey, Danny, where's the fire?"
"There isn't one," Danny muttered, "I can't get the thing to light."
"I could siphon gas from my truck, or add a ton of firelighters. Whaddya say?"
"If I wanted the whole thing to explode," Danny retorted ruefully.
"Got somethin' in my truck that'll do it. Hang on, I'll be back."
Danny watched Jack's butt sidle out of sight. God, he wanted some of that.
Jack returned carrying Sam-irony's oxygen enhancing, triple action, lever operated, quantum conflagration enhancer.
"This'll do the trick," Jack announced excitedly, just loving things that went bang, boom or crackle.
Stepping aside, Danny let Jack work Sam-irony's device and suddenly, all the charcoal in the barbecue tray ignited in a huge cloud of black smoke and raging orange and yellow flames.
When the whole thing died back, Jack and Danny were sooty and filthy.
"Dang!" Jack exclaimed.
"Yeah," Danny nodded. "I think we need to take a shower, but I've only got hot water for one, so we'll have to share."
"Really?" Jack asked wide-eyed.
"If you want to," Danny said suggestively.
As the men walked into the house, Jack glanced at Danny and smiled. "Blasted bellows," he laughed.