Jack stepped out on to the back deck with a beer in one hand
and the newspaper in the other. As soon as he spotted Daniel stretched
out on the chaise he had a sinking feeling he wasn’t going to get much
reading done. His lover’s arms were folded tightly across his chest,
his blue eyes peering over the top of his glasses, the brows arched in
anticipation. Daniel was wearing that determined look that would make a
Goa’uld sit up and take notice. Jack decided not to go looking for
trouble. He steadfastly ignored the Jackson death stare and buried his
head in the sports section.
It didn’t take long.
“Daniel.” Jack answered out of habit, risking a peek over the
top of the page. Daniel was in the same pose. Jack wondered how long he
could maintain the stare before an eyebrow cramped.
“This is what you’re planning to do... you’re going to sit
there and read the paper and ignore me?”
“I’m not ignoring you, you haven’t said anything,” Jack
“Charlie will be here in four days.” Daniel unfolded his arms
and sat up a little straighter.
“If that’s what you wanted to tell me, Daniel, I already know
that.” Jack ducked back behind the paper, trying to put off the
inevitable for as long as possible.
Jack heard Daniel’s huge sigh of exasperation at his blatant
attempt at avoidance and knew it was useless. Daniel was familiar with
all of his evasion tactics; he even had names for them.
“He’s going away to college in the fall. He’s not a kid
anymore. It’s time you told him the truth about us.”
Not bothering to hide his irritation, Jack made a show of
folding up the newspaper. “I KNOW he’s going to college and I KNOW he’s
not a kid any more. I just... I just don’t think it’s necessary.”
“Not necessary? Jack, he thinks we’re work buddies. What if
something were to happen to you, or me?” Daniel sat up and swung his
legs over the side of the lounge chair, sitting on the edge so he could
be face to face with Jack. “This is important.”
Daniel’s face registered surprise when Jack leaned over and
grasped his hand. “I know this is hard on you... going back to the
apartment for two weeks, coming over here acting like we’re just
friends. But it’s only two weeks. After this summer Charlie will
probably never stay with me this long again. It’s our last time
together before he starts college. Can you understand that?”
Jack kept the hand trapped in his own while Daniel answered.
“I don’t begrudge Charlie staying here two weeks. You know that. I love
Charlie. And I love seeing how happy Charlie makes you. But I think a
part of your relationship with him is based on a lie.”
Jack pulled his hand away as his eyes narrowed. “I never lied
to him. He never asked, I never told.”
Jack hated the condescending chuckle that escaped Daniel’s
throat. “This isn’t the damn Air Force, Jack. This is your son. This is
Charlie... and me. Why don’t you just admit you’re scared you might
fall off of the pedestal he has you perched on?”
Jack stayed quiet until he was able to rein in his temper.
“Maybe I’ll ask Sara what she thinks,” he managed, hoping to end the
discussion before it deteriorated into something truly painful.
“Why, because you think she’ll agree with you?” Jack stared a
warning look at Daniel who ignored it completely and continued. “This
really isn’t Sara’s decision. Charlie is eighteen years old, this is
about you and it’s about me and it’s about Charlie. It’s your
“Well, thank you for acknowledging that, Daniel. You’re right,
it is my decision.” Jack’s all too familiar sarcasm rose with each
word. “I’m his father and I’ve made my decision. So, accept it.”
Daniel jumped up off the lounger and headed into the house.
“Right, you’re his father; it has nothing to do with me. Fine.”
“Daniel, come on,” Jack yelled as the screen door slammed.
“Everything will be back to normal in two weeks.”
Daniel stopped inside the doorway. “No, Jack, I don’t think it
will be,” he said quietly before turning to head up the stairs.
The anger Jack felt was still overriding the concern. He set
his beer down and locked his hands behind his head, leaning back in the
chair. Was he scared of losing Charlie’s love? No. His respect? Maybe.
The hero worship thing? Definitely.
By the time Jack was ready to go back into the house Daniel
had a suitcase and a duffle bag packed sitting in the middle of the
living room. A lump sprung up in the back of Jack’s throat at the sight
of them. It’s only for two weeks, he told himself, willing his heart to
“Don’t leave like this,” Jack pleaded when Daniel reappeared
in the living room with his laptop and a huge armful of books.
“I’ll be gone in four days anyway, I might as well get in some
practice,” Daniel answered sarcastically, as he shoved the books into
his backpack, picked up the duffel bag and started toward the door.
Jack cut him off in the kitchen, positioning himself in the
doorway to physically block his path. “Wait. Slow down. Just... wait a
Daniel looked up with an impatient glare.
Jack gazed into the intense eyes and wished he had telepathy
like some of the alien cultures they’d encountered. He never felt like
he had the right words to fix things.
Daniel was getting restless. “What, Jack? Say something or
move out of the way. These books are heavy.”
Jack rarely looked away in a confrontation but found he was
having trouble maintaining eye contact. He desperately wanted to
appease Daniel; but not at the risk of telling Charlie the truth.
“Jack?” Daniel’s annoyance was growing.
“Put the bags down and stay one more night.” Jack looked up at
Daniel hopefully. “Please, Danny. I’ll, I’ll try to explain this to
It was a hard sell when Daniel made up his mind and felt
strongly about something. “We’re going off world tomorrow anyway,” Jack
continued hurriedly. “We’ll ride in to work together and you can leave
tomorrow night if you still want to.” Jack was aware he sounded
pathetic, he just didn’t care. He didn’t want Daniel leaving under
“And you’re going to actually talk to me tonight?” Daniel
reiterated Jack’s promise.
“Yeah,” Jack agreed, placing his hand over top of Daniel’s
hand... the one gripping the backpack. To Jack’s relief Daniel nodded
and relinquished the bag.
Jack silently thanked the powers that be as he watched Daniel
remove his jacket and toss it over a chair before going over to the
counter to start a pot of coffee.
“I’m going to run upstairs and change into something more
comfortable,” Jack announced. He needed a few minutes alone to figure
out if there was anything he could possibly say to make Daniel happy
without jeopardizing his last few weeks with Charlie. Nothing came to
When Jack came back downstairs Daniel was already comfortable
on the couch in his sweats with two cups of coffee steaming on the
coffee table in front of him. Jack plopped himself down as close as he
dared beside Daniel, his mind racing as he picked up the mug and took
an exaggerated sip. “Hmm. Good coffee,” he nodded.
Daniel didn’t answer.
Jack took note of how the blue eyes remained fixed on him, a
barely perceptible flutter at his latest stalling maneuver. He still
didn’t have a clue what to say.
Jack had learned two things in the last few years of living
with Daniel. First, honesty really was the best policy in these rare,
awkward situations when he was sputtering for words. Second, sarcasm
did not go over well at all. The trouble was... he had already tried
honesty. He honestly did not want to tell Charlie. He wasn’t sure how
to proceed when the truth was not acceptable. Daniel wanted more than
he was willing to give.
Jack searched Daniel’s face for any hint of softness. Big
mistake. He found himself getting caught up in the bright blue eyes
that were boring into him behind the wire frames. Daniel was leaning
back on the couch, turned slightly towards Jack, his knees drawn up,
bare feet resting on the edge of the table. The ticked off linguist was
wearing thin, white, well-worn cotton sweats, Jack’s personal
favorites, along with a comfortable faded, navy blue T-shirt with the
words 'Property of United States Air Force' barely visible across the
front of it. Carter’s idea of a joke a few Christmas’s ago. Jack loved
that shirt; he always envisioned it reading 'Property of United States
Air Force Colonel Jonathan O’Neill'. He smiled at the thought of how
much that would piss Daniel off.
“Jack, do you have anything to say?” Daniel averted his gaze
for a second to concentrate on another sip of coffee. His eyebrows
arched as he glimpsed at Jack over top of his glasses in an expression
so familiar Jack felt his blood suddenly head south. He realized all he
wanted to do was lean in and kiss those determined lips. The only thing
stopping him from going for it were the packed bags in the middle of
the room. He tried to refocus, cursing his body for its lack of
“Yes,” Jack finally answered, an idea forming in his head. He
gently gripped Daniel’s upper arm, “Tell me why this bothers you so
much. Tell me how YOU feel.” If he could get Daniel talking he’d be off
“You really want my opinion?” Daniel set his near empty mug
down on the table next to Jack’s.
“Yes. I do.” Daniel had been immovable so far. Jack knew the
linguist could be downright chatty once you wound him up, especially if
he was trying to explain or convince. Jack guiltily supposed it was
because he wasn’t asked often enough.
Daniel twisted his body around so he was completely facing
Jack, tucking one of his legs beneath him. “First of all, I think it’s
important for Charlie to know who you are, not who you pretend to be.”
Jack smiled at the caution and gentleness that had crept back into his
He ran a hand down Daniel’s arm. “I’m not pretending to be
anyone,” he said softly. Nothing turned Jack on more than Daniel in
serious, sincere mode.
“Sure you are. The whole larger than life, secret ops,
military Colonel thing. But that’s not who you are, that’s what you do.
Charlie needs to see the difference.”
Before Jack could answer, Daniel continued. “And you hide
behind the fun loving, sports fanatic, all-knowing, perfect dad. That’s
another image you’re always trying to maintain.” The meaning of the
words were lost on Jack who was too caught up in watching Daniel’s
animated hands skillfully emphasize each point.
Jack reached out and caught one of Daniel’s hands in mid
motion and kissed the palm. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
Daniel sighed heavily at the kiss and shot Jack the glare.
This time it didn’t look anywhere near as menacing as it did a few
hours ago on the deck. Jack decided he was definitely making headway.
He released Daniel’s hand. “What else?” The plan was to keep
Daniel talking. It was working so far.
“Charlie’s old enough to know you. The real you. And that
includes us. You should trust Charlie enough to tell him.”
“And?” Jack could tell that Daniel wasn’t finished.
“And then there’s... me,” Daniel said, looking away from
Jack’s hungry gaze for the first time since the conversation began.
“You? I trust you.” Daniel was furiously working his lower lip
between his teeth and tongue, a gesture that never failed to drive Jack
insane. Jack leaned in and clamped his own mouth down on Daniel’s,
rescuing the abused lip.
Daniel succumbed for a few seconds and then pulled away trying
to explain. “I know you trust me.” Jack was pleased to note Daniel’s
breathing was becoming more rapid and he had not shied away from the
“I meant... I mean... I want to be a part of Charlie’s life
“You are,” Jack promised as he leaned in for another kiss,
trying to lose himself completely. This time Daniel kissed him back,
hard. Jack chuckled as he and Daniel almost rolled off the sofa onto
the floor. “Easy there, big guy. Let’s take this upstairs.” The
suggestion was more than agreeable to Daniel. Jack relaxed for the
first time in hours. The talking part of the evening was most
“Hey, are you okay?” Jack asked as he steered the Avalanche
into his reserve spot at the mountain. Daniel had been mighty quiet on
the ride in. Jack turned off the ignition and waited for Daniel’s
customary ‘I’m fine’.
“I’m going back to the apartment tonight,” Daniel answered,
reaching behind the seat for his backpack and laptop.
Jack rested a hand on Daniel’s knee. He could barely stand to
be around the man without touching him. “I thought we resolved all that
last night.” Jack cast a worried glance in Daniel's direction.
“Resolved?” Daniel snorted. “Last night we had sex, Jack.
Granted... good sex. But it didn’t change anything.”
This was the last chance for any real conversation on the
subject. They never talked about their personal relationship at work.
It was taboo except in dire emergencies. Jack wasn’t sure if this
constituted dire. He decided he better find out.
“Daniel...” Jack stopped, realizing he didn’t have any more of
a clue on how to make this better than he did last night. Mind blowing
sex in the parking lot of the SGC was definitely out... it just wasn’t
practical. It was only a problem for two weeks, two goddamn weeks. Why
couldn’t Daniel just accept it and move on?
“You’re coming back after the two weeks... right?” Jack
finally managed in a voice so small he barley recognized it as his own.
“Of course, I’m coming back. I love you,” Daniel answered
softly. “I’m just... I’m disappointed in you, Jack.”
Daniel was holding Jack’s hand. That was the only thing Jack
was sure of. He remembered the ongoing argument they were having over
Charlie’s visit and wondered if that had anything to do with this...
whatever this was. Daniel squeezed his hand, so Jack squeezed back.
“Jack? Jack, can you hear me?” Daniel’s other hand was on
Jack’s forehead stroking through the short gray spikes of sweaty,
uncooperative hair. “Jack, if you can hear me squeeze my hand again.”
Jack did as he was told. Anything to make Daniel happy.
“Janet!” Daniel yelled. “He’s awake.” When Jack felt Daniel’s
hand release his own, he instinctively tried to reach out and reclaim
it. Too late.
“Colonel O’Neill?” Doctor Fraiser was hovering over him
flashing that damned penlight in his eyes, gently slapping at his
cheek. Jack made a supreme effort to keep his eyes open to search for
“Do you remember anything?” Janet asked, still trying to coax
him into full consciousness.
“Yeah,” he answered groggily. He remembered Daniel was mad at
him. No, that wasn’t exactly right. Daniel was... disappointed in him.
That was it. And Charlie. Charlie was coming to visit and Daniel was
“Colonel, do you know what happened to you?” Doc Fraiser tried
“Yeah, I remember. Daniel’s disappointed. Charlie’s coming.”
Jack mumbled to Janet’s confusion.
Daniel jumped off the adjoining bed he had been sitting on to
stay out of Janet’s way. “Jack, you fell into a hole on P6X-809.
“Carter and Teal’c?” Jack managed.
“They’re fine. They’re here. They just stepped out to meet
with General Hammond for a few minutes,” Daniel assured him.
The fog lifted and Jack struggled to sit up, biting back a
moan at the effort.
Janet jumped in. “That would not be advisable, Colonel. Why
don’t we just raise the bed a little bit?” She pushed the button until
Jack was in a more upright position. Everything hurt, but nothing
seemed to hurt more than anything else. He took that as a good sign.
“Well?” Jack groused impatiently at Janet who had her nose
buried in what he presumed was his chart. Daniel moved closer to Jack’s
bedside while Janet rattled off the list of injuries.
“You have bruised ribs and you had a dislocated shoulder which
I popped back into place. Both of your knees are swollen and you were
unconscious for a while. The MRI didn’t show anything, but I’m going to
keep an eye on you tonight, just to be on the safe side.”
“Nothing sounds life threatening, Doc, I gotta get home,
Charlie’s coming day after tomorrow.” Jack made a move to sit up
straighter without the assist of the bed and gritted his teeth at the
“Colonel O’Neill,” Janet said sharply. “You will be here
overnight, tonight at the very least. Right now, the pain meds are
making you feel much better than you actually are. If you're
cooperative, and I stress ‘if’, you may be able to leave, with
supervision, before Charlie arrives. Are we clear, Colonel?”
“Crystal,” Jack muttered, worrying about the supervision part.
After Janet was through admonishing him, she drifted back to
her office, leaving Jack alone to talk with Daniel.
Daniel smiled at Jack and sat down on the edge of the bed,
giving Jack’s arm a squeeze through the covers. “So, you okay?”
Jack nodded. “Daniel, can you do me a favor?”
“Anything.” Daniel answered immediately, sticking his hand
under the covers and rubbing his thumb over the back of Jack’s hand.
“Could you stay with me and Charlie? You heard what Napoleon
said about supervision.”
“Of course I’m going to stay with you. Don’t worry about
Charlie. You were right, he’s your son.” Daniel didn’t sound angry at
all. Jack decided Daniel must have been really worried to change his
mind so quickly.
Before Jack could answer, Carter and Teal’c were back along
with General Hammond.
“You’re looking better, sir,” Carter said enthusiastically.
“It is good to see you awake, O’Neill,” Teal’c joined in.
“Yes, very good to see you awake,” General Hammond reiterated.
“When you’re feeling better, Colonel, you can tell us what happened.”
“I’m feeling fine, General. I can give you an initial report
right now.” Jack cleared his throat and tried to sit up a little
“It’s no rush, son. We’ll do this when you’re up to it.”
“And, I’m up to it right now, sir. There’s no time like the
present.” Jack turned on the charm in an attempt to prove his
fortitude. His goal was to convince them that he was fine, even though
his head was pounding and his body felt like it had been run over by a
Mac truck. Still, he was confident he could make it home and get ready
for Charlie, especially now that Daniel had agreed to help.
The General looked over at Janet who shook her head and
shrugged her shoulders in defeat.
“Well, from Major Carter and Teal’c 's report, there isn’t
much to tell, Colonel.” The General tried steering clear of the subject
in an effort to give Jack some rest. “You were attempting to enter a
cave when you fell into a hole.”
“A hole? No, sir, more like a pit. A skillfully camouflaged
booby trap, sir.”
General Hammond managed to beat back a smile. “Major?”
“There we’re some leaves and branches partially covering
the... pit, sir. But it was more than likely concealed by nature rather
than anything deliberate.” Sam avoided the glare from her CO.
“Actually, Major Carter was going to further investigate the
cave, but in an incredible act of...” Jack paused; he was going to say
‘heroism’ but didn’t want to over do it.
“Stupidity?” Daniel supplied in Jack’s ear.
“Bravery, thank you, Daniel, I decided to take point,” Jack
“O’Neill, did you not take point in order to get the mission over with
more quickly? I believe you were concerned that Major Carter would...”
“T,” Jack interrupted. “The General is a busy man. He doesn’t have time
for every word, every detail, he’s just looking for the basics here.”
Teal’c bowed in the General’s direction.
“Where was I?” Jack snapped, annoyed at the interruption, not
to mention the painful throbbing in his head and shoulder.
“The pit?” Sam offered generously.
“Ah, yes. Thank you, Carter. Well, as I was saying, General, I
cautiously moved out and after about five paces I uh...”
“Stumbled face first into the hole?” Daniel whispered
Jack cleared his throat. “After about five paces I noticed a
difference in the terrain and started to yell to my team to hold it up.
Unfortunately, it was too late for myself, sir. I lost my footing and
was swept into the pit.” Jack paused to glance around the room. “Saving
Major Carter from serious injury,” he added smugly.
Jack was finished. He noted the guards and infirmary personnel
casually drifting back to their duties. Jack was satisfied with his
performance. Pleased he had provided them all with a little free
afternoon entertainment and in the process proved himself fit. No one
could give a mission report like Jack O’Neill. He was a little
disappointed they hadn't broken out in applause.
“Good job, Colonel.” General Hammond acknowledged.
“Why thank you, sir.” Jack smiled his best boyish grin.
“Don’t worry about the written report until you’re feeling
better. And Jack, enjoy your time with your son.”
“Yes, sir. I will.”
Daniel waited outside the terminal trying to catch sight of
Charlie. He was exhausted. Since they had arrived home yesterday he had
mowed the lawn, took a trip to the supermarket, stripped the sheets,
and did the laundry. And that list was the easy part. Feeding Jack,
keeping him entertained and preventing him from getting up was the
exhausting part, not to mention making sure he took his medications.
Daniel spun around, surprised Charlie had somehow snuck up on
him. He wasn’t sure he would have recognized the boy anyway. Since last
year the tall skinny kid had turned into a solid, filled out, young
Daniel took a second to marvel at the new Charlie. He had
always thought Charlie’s features, his nose and mouth, even his hair
color closely resembled Sara. Now, Daniel could clearly see Jack in
this older, more adult version. Charlie was as tall as Daniel and
probably still growing. The warm, worried brown eyes that anxiously
scanned the airport were definitely Jack’s.
“Yep, it’s me.” Daniel offered his hand and Charlie shook it.
“Where’s my dad?” Charlie continued to scan the crowd in an
unintentional, yet uncanny imitation of Jack in a roomful of people.
“He couldn’t come, Charlie. There’s nothing to worry about. He
had an accident, but he’s fine.” Daniel tried his best to sound
“What kind of accident?” Charlie sounded worried despite the
“Well, he took a little fall.”
“But he’s okay?” Charlie asked hesitantly, double-checking.
“Yes. He landed on his shoulder, bruised some ribs, hurt his
knees, but nothing that won’t heal.” Daniel placed a hand on Charlie’s
shoulder. “He’ll be fine, really.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty tough for an old guy,” Charlie acknowledged
with a mesmerizing smile that was so familiar it took Daniel a second
to recover. The grin was pure Jack.
“No argument here.” Daniel relaxed as he and Charlie shared a
chuckle at Jack’s expense.
Daniel thoroughly enjoyed the ride home. Charlie talked about
his nervous excitement at starting college in the fall and listened
politely to all of Daniel’s advice and insights.
Daniel marveled at how Charlie had become a mini version of
Jack, thoughtful and humorous, minus the hard edge and sarcasm. He
realized he hadn’t seen Charlie the last three times he’d been in for a
visit. Talking to him now, Daniel felt like he had an idea of what a
more innocent, inexperienced, younger Jack O’Neill must have been like.
As they pulled into the driveway, Daniel hesitantly outlined
the sleeping arrangements. Jack was restricted from using any stairs
and was sleeping on the pullout sofa in the living room. Daniel
explained how Jack needed someone to help out with the meals and chores
and to make sure that he didn’t over do it. Daniel was that someone,
and he would be sleeping in the spare room. Charlie would be sleeping
in 'their' room, currently known as 'Jack's' room for the duration of
the next two weeks. Daniel hoped Charlie wouldn’t ask too many
questions. He had already informed Jack he wouldn’t lie about their
relationship if asked, and he meant it.
“So you drew the short straw?” Charlie teased after Daniel had
finished up his explanations.
“How do you mean?” Daniel asked, not sure what Charlie was
“Babysitting my dad. Mom always said he was a bear when he was
“I don’t mind,” Daniel mumbled, hating every second of this
Charlie’s eyes lit up. “Daniel, if you’re too busy, I could do
this. I could take care of him.”
“Nope, doctor’s orders.” Daniel tried a thin smile to cover
“Doctor’s orders? How bad is he?” Charlie sounded worried
“He’s fine. But like you said, he doesn’t make a very good
patient. I really don’t think he’d like the idea of you spending your
time here taking care of him. Why don’t you let me take care of the
meds and the meals and suffer through his complaining. That way you
guys can concentrate on catching up and spending time together.”
“Thanks, Daniel.” Charlie sounded truly grateful. “Don’t let
him boss you around,” he added with a wink to Daniel’s amusement.
“No, I don’t, I mean...I won’t,” Daniel answered honestly as
he pulled into the driveway. Charlie had turned into an adult since
Daniel had last seen him. A fun, intelligent, energetic young man.
Daniel found he was looking forward to Charlie’s visit almost as much
as Jack was.
Once inside the door, Charlie dropped his bags, and with the
famous O’Neill enthusiasm raced into the living room in search of his
father. Daniel decided to wait in the kitchen to give them a little
“Oops.” In an exaggerated tiptoe Charlie crept back into the
kitchen. “He’s sleeping. Actually, he looks pretty out of it.”
Daniel rushed into the next room; worried about having been
gone for the two hours it took to get to the airport and back. Charlie
could have taken a cab, but Jack had insisted on someone being there to
Jack had also insisted on getting dressed. It had taken a good
twenty minutes to get him out of the sweats and into jeans and shirt.
His ribs and shoulder had not cooperated with the task. Daniel didn’t
see what difference it would make to Charlie, but Jack had it in his
head he should be dressed, so despite the pain and effort, he was
dressed. And the pain and effort had totally worn Jack out.
Daniel couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his snoring,
secret lover. If Charlie weren’t here he would have gone over to cuddle
up beside him. Jack was sitting up in the center of the couch, his head
rolled back on the cushion looking almost straight up, hence the
snoring. Both arms stretched out over the back of the sofa. A slight,
yet noticeable line of drool had leaked out of the corner of his mouth
and was slowly dribbling its way down his chin.
Daniel decided Jack would absolutely hate the picture he was
presenting. “Jack.” Daniel prodded gently knowing a sudden movement
would be painful. “Jack.” This time Daniel nudged Jack’s arm and tugged
on the sleeve.
The snoring stopped abruptly. “Danny?” Jack’s sleepy voice
“Charlie’s here.” Daniel spoke quickly, hoping Jack would wake
up before he did something stupid.
“Danny?” Jack said again. This time, to Daniel’s horror Jack
reached out and grabbed his hand and began raising it up towards his
Daniel pulled away. “Charlie’s here, Jack. Charlie’s here.” He
hoped his voice didn’t sound too frantic.
This time Jack straightened up in shock and then let out a
moan at the pain that shot through his aching body.
“Right here, Dad.” Charlie carefully slid in next to Jack and
gave him a phantom bear hug, his arms careful not to actually touch his
father. “What the hell happened to you, Dad?”
“I’m fine.” Jack insisted, pulling Charlie in and hugging him
tight. “I haven’t seen you in three months, kiddo. I need a proper
hug,” he whispered.
Daniel watched, fascinated by the relationship between father
and son. It was a bond he had missed out on. How many nights had he
laid awake in a strange bed crying into a pillow for his father to come
and rescue him? He missed his mom and longed for her loving touch, but
when he was truly frightened, and in need of protection, it was his
father he had cried for.
Now he wondered if he could do half as good a job at raising a
child as Jack did. Daniel looked at this grown up Charlie and thought
Jack should be proud. In spite of the divorce and in spite of their
jobs, Jack had managed to stay in Charlie’s life and maintain a close
relationship with his son.
“I suppose you can’t tell me what actually happened to you,”
Charlie said, with a hint of the O’Neill sarcasm. He was obviously well
versed in military secrecy.
“I can tell you exactly what happened,” Jack roared
defensively. “I fell into a damn hole. That’s what happened.”
Both Daniel and Charlie laughed at Jack’s boisterous
irritation. “I’m sorry.” Jack’s tone grew more serious. “I’m not going
to be able to do much.”
“That’s okay, Dad. I have some bad news too. I can only stay a
“What’s up?” Jack asked, smiling to mask his disappointment.
“There’s a special freshmen orientation next week. It’s
optional, but I’d get to meet my roommate and have a chance to find my
way around campus a little bit. I’d really like to go unless you need
“No, you go. Have fun, that’s important.” Jack said glibly,
but Daniel could see past his bravado. “Are you going to be here on
Saturday for the barbecue bash?”
Every summer Jack threw a shindig at the house in Charlie’s
honor. Daniel often wondered if Charlie was embarrassed by all the
attention. The guest list was mostly adults, Jack’s friends from the
SGC. A few years ago when Daniel brought the subject up to Jack he had
scoffed at the idea. Charlie was an O’Neill and it took a hell of a lot
more than a barbeque to embarrass an O’Neill. Daniel couldn’t disagree.
It was almost impossible to embarrass Jack. He was probably right;
Charlie always handled it like a trooper.
“Yep, not leaving until Sunday,” Charlie grinned.
When Charlie went upstairs to unpack and take a shower Daniel
helped Jack out of the jeans and shirt, gave him his meds and then
re-situated him on the couch. Jack could barely keep his eyes open.
“Charlie’s all grown up. I didn’t even recognize him at he
airport. I don’t think I’ve seen him since...Thanksgiving.”
“Spring break,” Jack corrected sleepily.
“No, Jack, you saw him over spring break, I was at my
“Right,” Jack mumbled, sounding sorry he had brought that
subject up. Despite protesting the idea of being tired, Jack was asleep
in a matter of minutes.
Daniel went into the kitchen and opened the freezer and looked
through his carefully labeled, pre-made dinners. He picked out a pasta
dish he thought Charlie would love. It was one of Jack’s favorites.
An hour later Jack was awake. It was too hard for him to sit
up in the dining room so the three of them gathered around the coffee
table to eat. Jack sat up on the couch as best he could with Charlie
next to him while Daniel pulled up a chair.
“This is delicious, Daniel.” Charlie ate like a horse. Like
father like son, Daniel thought with a smile.
“When did you have time to cook this?” Charlie looked at his
dinner in amazement.
“Thank you, Charlie.” Daniel liked to cook. It relaxed him.
Sometimes when he couldn’t sleep he’d be down in the kitchen in the
middle of the night trying out a new recipe. He had intentionally
stockpiled some meals in anticipation of Charlie’s visit.
Initially, Daniel had planned to continue working through
Jack’s vacation. He had decided against taking any time off since he
would have spent most of the it alone at his apartment. Jack’s
mini-disaster changed the plans. Even though he hadn’t planned on
staying at the house, he wanted to do something nice for Charlie so he
had made the dinners.
“He pre-made all that stuff for us,” Jack explained between
Charlie nodded as he stood up to grab a soda. “Check out the
freezer while you’re in there,” Jack yelled.
“Wow!” Charlie was looking at least six dinners Daniel had
recently prepared. “Hey, Dad, can you see mom doing something like
Jack and Charlie both had a good laugh at that. Daniel felt a
little left out. He assumed they meant Sara didn’t like to cook or that
she didn’t like to prepare ahead. He wasn’t sure, since neither O’Neill
let him in on the joke.
Charlie returned with a Pepsi for himself and one for Jack.
Daniel was drinking wine. “Well, I guess we don’t’ have to worry about
eating,” Charlie declared happily.
“No, no worries there. Daniel is an archaeologist and he has
everything down to a science. You can bet he has all that stuff,
labeled, tagged and catalogued,” Jack joked.
Daniel stayed quiet. Jack had a way of making him feel
embarrassed about doing something nice. He felt his face flush slightly
even though he knew Jack was teasing him.
After dinner, Daniel insisted on cleaning up so Charlie and
Jack could enjoy each other’s company. He was surprised at the amount
of laughter emanating from the living room. Charlie’s presence was
infectious. Daniel found himself eager to join them. His family
consisted of his teammates, a few other close friends at the SGC and
Jack. He was excited about getting to know the adult Charlie better and
adding him to the small group.
Daniel put the last dish away just as Charlie came into the
kitchen looking for popcorn. He not only looked and sounded like Jack,
he also shared Jack’s penchant for eating.
“We’re going to watch a movie,” Charlie explained. “We never
watch a movie without popcorn, no matter how full we are... one of
Daniel smiled thinking this sounded like one of the famous
Jack O’Neill ‘kid’ rules. He heard Jack go over many of them with
Cassandra. 'Every child must have a dog. Every child should have a bike
with a horn on it. Every child must stay awake as late as possible on
Christmas Eve.' And, apparently, every child must eat popcorn during a
When the microwave dinged, Charlie dumped the popcorn into a
bowl and rejoined his father, sitting down on the floor leaning up
against the couch near Jack’s head. Daniel settled into an easy chair.
“So, what movie we watching, guys?” Daniel asked eagerly.
“Don’t know, it’s a surprise,” Jack nodded at Charlie.
“Oh,” Charlie jumped up from the popcorn and ran upstairs. He
was back in flash. “Here it is,” he said, eyes twinkling as he held up
his prize. “The Blob, Dad. The classic black and white version with
Jack laughed as well as he could with sore ribs. “This is the
first horror movie Dad and I ever watched together when I was a kid.”
Charlie explained to Daniel. “Mom was so pissed when she found out. I
was too scared to sleep for days, remember?”
Jack smiled at the memory. “Oh yeah, I remember. I had to sit
up with you on your bed until you fell asleep for about a week.”
“It was worth it though,” Charlie said thoughtfully.
“Otherwise, I might never have experienced the joys of corny black and
white, B rated horror movies.”
“That would have been a real tragedy,” Jack agreed.
“The Blob is about this alien creature that comes to
invade...” Charlie was animated in his description to Daniel.
“Charlie, don’t bother,” Jack interrupted. “I tried to get
Daniel to watch this movie. He barely lasted through the opening
credits. He hates this movie.”
Charlie seemed a little deflated. “Oh, well, we don’t have to
watch it right now. We can save it for another time.”
Daniel wished Jack had not pointed out his aversion to B rated
horror movies. He was planning on watching just to hang out with the
guys and listen to Jack and no doubt Charlie, make their smart ass
running commentary. Now he felt a little stupid sticking around.
“No, no. You guys go ahead. I’ll take my laptop up to the
spare... up to my room and try to get a little work done.”
“You sure, Daniel? We can watch something else,” Charlie
“He’s sure. Work is Daniel’s idea of fun.” Jack’s face
scrunched up in a grimace as he tried to turn onto his side to better
see the TV.
The grimace reminded Daniel of the painkillers. “Jack, I’ll
come down at 2300 to give you your meds.”
“I can do that, Daniel. Where are they?” Charlie asked, trying
to be helpful.
For some reason Daniel hated entrusting that job to anyone but
himself. He couldn’t very well explain his paranoia to Charlie. “I’ll
leave them out in the kitchen,” Daniel said as he headed in there. He
took out Jack’s prescription and set it down on the counter. As an
afterthought, he shook out two pills. That way he would know for sure
if Jack had actually taken them when he came down later to check.
When he returned to the living room Charlie had joined Jack on
the sofa, remote in hand. Daniel realized they were waiting for him to
leave so they could start the movie. “Good night, guys.” Both the
O’Neill’s mumbled a quick good night before clicking the play button.
Daniel laid on the spare room bed listening to Charlie’s
laughter fill the house. Jack’s was laughing too but he was quieter and
more guarded. Daniel assumed his ribs weren’t up for any serious belly
The laptop was open but Daniel had done little more than stare
at the screen. He wanted to be downstairs with the guys. He berated
himself for his insecurity. All he had to do was walk downstairs and
say ‘Hey, guys, I changed my mind. I wanna check out the movie.’ He
just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Besides, it was obvious Charlie
wanted to spend time with Jack as much as Jack did with him.
Daniel reminded himself that in Charlie’s mind he was just a
friend. He might not understand a friend horning in on the precious
little family time the two of them shared. Daniel tried to put it out
of his mind. He was determined not to allow his own messed up childhood
insecurities to put any sort of damper on Charlie’s visit. Jack was
Charlie’s father. The visit was for Jack.
So why did he feel like a lonely kid again, trapped in a house
with a family that wasn’t really his?
By Thursday Jack was well enough to relax outside on the
lounge chair. Daniel was relieved when he helped Jack onto the deck and
left him in Charlie’s capable hands. He could hear the two of them
through the kitchen window, chattering up a storm, arguing and debating
over sports teams, the military, politics, school and whatever else
they could think up. He wished he felt comfortable enough to join them.
Daniel had to admit that having two O’Neill’s around the house
was a little overwhelming. He had hoped to have an opportunity to get
to know Jack’s son better. It hadn’t worked out that way. In Jack’s
efforts not to give Charlie the wrong impression he had gone overboard
in the opposite direction. Typical Jack. It reminded Daniel of the way
Jack treated him in the months before they had confessed their feelings
for one another. Daniel tried not to take Jack’s behavior too
personally. Insults and sarcasm were Jack’s definition of being 'just
Daniel also found that he didn’t like being alone with Charlie
for fear of the young man asking too many questions and possibly
figuring things out, knowing how upset Jack would be if that happened.
The evening turned out to be just as painful for Daniel as the
rest of the week had been. Charlie surprised Jack with a variety of
home movies condensed onto two videotapes. Jack was excited.
“Let’s pop’em in and see what we got,” Jack said eagerly.
Charlie wanted to wait. “Dad, I think we should wait ‘til
later. I’m sure Daniel doesn’t want to be subjected to watching some
“I don’t mind,” Daniel said quietly.
“See, he doesn’t mind,” Jack echoed.
“Dad," Charlie rolled his eyes and flashed Daniel a knowing
smile. "He’s just being nice. Nobody likes family home movies except
family.” Charlie shook his head in Daniel’s direction as if apologizing
for Jack’s lack of consideration.
Charlie didn’t know any better, but Daniel was hurt by Jack’s
silence. After that comment, Daniel felt like the O’Neill’s were
killing time waiting for him to retire to his room so they could watch
their family movies together. He obliged them soon enough and spent the
rest of the evening in the spare room pretending to be working.
Daniel was sure Charlie’s exclusions were unintentional.
Although he had never actually seen home movies he remembered the groan
that went up at a Ferretti get together when Lou had threatened to show
them. His wife had intervened to the roar of a grateful crowd.
‘Nobody likes family home movie except family.’ That’s what
Charlie had said. Get a grip Jackson, Daniel berated himself. He had no
idea that one week of watching Jack and Charlie be ‘family’ could be so
The hurt feelings channeled into anger. He decided to wait
until he heard Charlie come up to bed and then go downstairs and have a
little talk with Jack.
It was well after midnight when Daniel finally heard Charlie
climbing the stairs. He waited a while longer and then crept down to
find Jack. Daniel frowned at the two forotten pills sitting on the
kitchen counter. He grabbed them and some water and knelt on the floor
near Jack’s head. He set the meds and the glass down on the coffee
table and took a few minutes to watch Jack sleep, his anger dissipating
as he listened to the steady breathing. God he missed him. It didn’t
take long for Jack to jerk himself awake from the scrutiny.
“Where’s Charlie?” Jack asked, confused by Daniel’s proximity.
“Bed.” Daniel stroked Jack’s hair.
“Daniel.” Jack sounded uncomfortable.
“I know we can’t do anything. I just miss you.” Daniel
continued carding through Jack’s hair, massaging his scalp.
Jack stopped him by capturing his hand. “This hasn’t been too
fun for you, has it?” Jack’s asked, his thumb rubbing the palm of
“No.” Daniel answered honestly.
“It’s not Charlie’s fault,” Jack started to explain. “He
doesn’t know any better.”
“No, he doesn’t, but you do.” Daniel raised his eyes to meet
“Did I overdo the 'we’re just friends' bit? I didn’t want him
to suspect anything; I just... I just don’t want him to find out. Not
yet. I’ll tell him. I promise. Just not this trip.”
“Overdo it, Jack? I doubt he thinks we even like each other,
much less love each other.”
“That bad, huh?” Jack gently twisted Daniel’s hand around and
kissed his wrist.
Daniel pulled away. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, Jack,”
“Two more days,” Jack said softly. “I’ll make this up to you.
Daniel leaned over and kissed Jack’s forehead. “Take your
The barbecue went off without a hitch. At least forty friends
swooped down on the house to celebrate Charlie going off to college.
None of them could get over how much he’d grown up since last year’s
Charlie endured it all with an easy charm reminiscent of his
To Cassie’s delight, General Hammond brought his
granddaughters. The three girls covertly wandered around the party
trying to figure out how to get a taste of wine. Daniel waited until
they were successful and each had a sip before intervening and
promising not to tell their respective guardians. Cassie brought Lucky,
her dog, who happily sniffed around the yard eating off of any plates
left unguarded. Ferretti’s kids followed Lucky around pointing out food
that the pooch might have otherwise missed. Jack had a huge audience
gathered around his chaise lounge listening to stories interspersed
with the Colonel’s unique brand of humor. The SGC was never the same
without Colonel O’Neill’s presence. He was always missed.
In other words... the party was huge success.
Daniel felt like he had spent the afternoon running around
waiting on people. Sam had been a huge help, but between the
preparation and the actual event Daniel was bone tired. And there was
still the clean up to deal with. Sam and Janet had done a lot before
they left but the yard was still littered with bottles and cans and
some stray garbage that had been overlooked.
Jack was stretched out in the lounger practically dozing from
the long afternoon. Charlie was sitting beside him in a deck chair.
Daniel couldn’t help but smile at the two O’Neills... their content,
relaxed demeanor mirroring one another.
Daniel decided to take a quick break and join them.
“Great party, huh, Daniel?” Charlie asked, as Daniel collapsed
in a lawn chair.
“Yes, it was,” Daniel agreed, stifling a yawn.
“Thank you for getting it all together,” Charlie added,
suddenly realizing how tired Daniel must be.
Daniel nodded his acknowledgement.
Jack let out a yawn of his own. “Well, Doc says I’m good as
new.” Jack pounded his chest to emphasize his soundness.
“That’s not exactly what she said,” Daniel chided. “You still
need to take it easy.”
“Well, at least you can go home now,” Charlie pointed out.
Jack froze at Charlie’s statement. “Daniel doesn’t have to go
home,” he said quietly.
Charlie laughed. “No, he doesn’t have to Dad, but I’m sure
he’s dying to get out of here.”
Daniel waited, but apparently Jack wasn’t going to respond.
Daniel jumped to his feet. He’d just about had it with all this
undercover secrecy. Suddenly, all he wanted was to do was to ‘get the
hell out of here.’
“No, um... Charlie’s right.” Daniel said. “You’re feeling
better, Jack, I think the two of you can manage without me.” Daniel
snuck a glance at Jack who masterfully avoided all eye contact.
“I’ll finish cleaning up and be out of the way in no time.”
Daniel busied himself with the clean up. Charlie jumped up to help.
“No. I’ll take care of this, Charlie. It’s your last night. You guys
just relax and spend some time together, I insist.”
Charlie sat back down next to Jack. “Thanks, Daniel. It was
really great of you to stay and help out with my Dad.”
“No problem. I know he’d do the same for me,” Daniel said,
nodding in Jack’s direction.
“We’re a team, Charlie, we stick together,” Jack said weakly,
hoping to put a quick end to the uncomfortable conversation.
“Too bad Sam couldn’t have stayed, huh, Dad.” Charlie gave
Jack a playful punch on the shoulder. Daniel froze in the midst of his
clean up, waiting to hear Jack’s response.
“What?” Jack stuttered blankly.
“I know, I know, you’re her CO but she’s pretty hot. Don’t
tell me you didn’t at least notice.” Charlie winked at Jack and smiled
an eighteen-year-old guy smile.
“You’re right, Charlie, I’m her CO,” Jack said abruptly,
praying Charlie would drop this.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Charlie sounded
slightly confused. “I just think you should get out more. Meet someone.
You know... date.”
“I’m fine.” Jack sounded guilty as he took another swig of his
coke to hide his discomfort. Daniel resumed picking up empties.
“I’m just saying that Mom’s really happy now. You deserve to
be happy too.”
“I’m fine,” Jack repeated, appalled at his own cowardice.
Charlie rivaled Jack in the persistency department and Daniel
definitely recognized Jack in Charlie’s playful teasing. “Daniel, don’t
you think my dad should go out once in a while. Maybe even on a real
Daniel paused for a few seconds before answering. “I think
your dad should do whatever makes him happy.” Jack winced at Daniel’s
soft voice. Daniel picked up the remaining plastic bag of bottles and
cans and pulled open the screen door.
“Look, guys. I’m going to neaten up the kitchen then I’m gonna
get going. Jack, your pills are on the counter.” Daniel congratulated
himself on the steady evenness of his own voice. Now that he had
decided to go, he couldn’t get away fast enough. He decided he wouldn’t
even bother with his things. Just finish up the dishes, grab his laptop
and go. He didn’t think he could handle one more Jack/Charlie family
“Daniel, thanks again for taking care of my dad,” Charlie said
sincerely. “I know he can be a pain in the ass.” Jack watched as Daniel
flashed Charlie a weak smile and mumbled another “no problem” before
retreating into the house, garbage bags in hand.
Daniel’s slumped shoulders and bowed head along with that all
too familiar ghost of a smile hit Jack like a ton of bricks. Daniel was
alone. Apart. He was the most important thing in Jack’s life and here,
in what was virtually his own home, he had been shut out. 'Just like
Jack made a painful decision. “I am happy, Charlie.” He spoke
quietly and took another sip of coke, wishing he were off all
medication. He needed a beer. “We need to talk about something.”
The seriousness of Jack’s voice made Charlie sit up a little
Jack knew exactly what he had to do. He’d deal with the
fallout later. “I’ve never been happier.”
Charlie broke into a smile. “You already have a girlfriend,
“No, just listen to me for a minute.” Jack ran a hand through
his hair and took a deep breath. “It’s Daniel. Daniel makes me happy.”
Jack squirmed as Charlie’s eyes passed from confusion to
understanding. It took Charlie a few minutes to speak. “But you can’t,
you’re military,” he finally blurted out.
Jack placed a calming hand on his son’s knee. “No one in the
military knows. Actually, no one knows.”
“What about mom?” Charlie demanded. “Weren’t you in love with
“Of course I was in love with your mother. But that was a long
time ago. That’s over. This is something different.”
“Where was Daniel all the times I was here?” Charlie was
having a hard time getting over the shock. He was asking questions as
if the answers could disprove the truth.
Jack calmly answered each one. “At his own place. He keeps his
own apartment, but he spends most of his time here He stayed there when
you were here.” Saying that out loud made Jack feel like a complete
Then the question Jack had been dreading. “How long have you
and Daniel been... together?” Jack could hear the accusation in his
son’s voice. Daniel was right; he had been living a lie. He couldn’t go
back and change it, all he could do was ask him for forgiveness and
hope they could move forward and somehow get past the deception.
Jack looked Charlie in the eye. “Going on three years.” For the first
time in the conversation Jack saw real anger in his son’s eyes. Anger
directed at him.
“Three years? Three years, Dad? You’ve got to be kidding. Does
“Yes, but I made her promise not to tell you. I wanted to tell
you myself. It just never seemed like the right time.” He knew how lame
that sounded but it was the truth.
Charlie folded his arms across his chest and glared at his
father. Jack figured Charlie was probably grateful to have a legitimate
reason for his anger. “So what makes NOW the right time?” The tone of
Charlie’s question rivaled Jack in the use of sarcasm.
Jack decided if Charlie crossed the line into disrespect, or
if the conversation deteriorated into both of them saying things they’d
regret, he’d put an end to the discussion until Charlie had a chance to
calm down and sort things out.
Jack answered slowly and carefully, trying to be as honest as
he could be. “Because this week I saw how unfair it was to keep this
from you, and how much I was hurting Daniel by excluding him.”
Charlie stared at his hands while Jack maintained a steady
gaze. “Charlie.” Jack waited for his son to look back up at him. “I
hope both of you can forgive me.”
“I need time to think about all of this.” Jack thought he saw
Charlie’s eyes soften ever so slightly.
Jack nodded his understanding.
“No one knows about this though, right, Dad?” Charlie asked
suddenly. “Just me and mom?”
A small burst of anger flared up in Jack’s chest and he
decided to clear a few things up right now. “No one knows about this
because Daniel and I could lose our jobs and put a lot of good people
in an extremely awkward position. Not because I’m ashamed or
embarrassed by it.” Once Jack decided to get something out in the open
he didn’t hold anything back. “I love Daniel,” he added simply, just to
be positive Charlie understood.
Giving Charlie a little time alone to process everything
seemed like the best idea. Jack stood up and rested a hand on his son’s
shoulder. “I’m still your dad, Charlie. I still love you,” he
whispered. He kissed the top of Charlie’s head before retreating into
the house to find Daniel.
Daniel was at the sink, rinsing the last of the soapsuds down
the drain. Jack limped into the kitchen undetected and stood directly
behind him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into his lover’s ear.
Daniel jumped, startled by Jack’s sudden appearance. His tight
muscles and stiff posture reflected his state of mind.
“For what?” Daniel snapped, hurrying to finish up, not
bothering to turn around.
“For disappointing you.” Jack slid his arms around Daniel’s
“I’m sure you are, now that Charlie’s leaving tomorrow,”
Daniel whispered harshly.
Jack hugged Daniel’s waist tightly and tenderly kissed the
back of the neck he loved.
Daniel jerked around in shock. “Jack, stop. What if Charlie
Jack shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the end of the world, Danny. I
“Told him what?”
“The truth?” Daniel asked cautiously.
“I told him you’re the one who makes me happy.”
Jack sat at the kitchen table anxiously waiting for Daniel to
return. His ribs ached dully from sitting in an upright position in the
hard wooden chair but he ignored it. He still wasn’t cleared to ride in
a car so Daniel had driven Charlie to the airport. Charlie offered to
call a cab but Jack had insisted, and Charlie had succumbed to his
Jack tensed as he heard Daniel pull into the driveway. His
heart still ached at the awkwardness of this morning. Saying goodbye to
his only child had been a painful ordeal. There was no laughter or good
wishes. Worse than that, Charlie has stiffened when Jack attempted a
goodbye hug and Jack decided not to push it. Instead they said their
goodbyes like cordial strangers rather than as a dad sending his only
son off to college. It hurt and left Jack feeling uncertain and scared.
Jack was happy Daniel had driven Charlie to the airport. He
hoped Daniel’s linguistic skills and charm could work some magic on
Charlie. Once they left, he called Sara to let her know he had told
Charlie everything. Ironically enough, Sara told Jack the admission was
“How was he?” Jack asked the second Daniel was inside the
Daniel pulled up a chair and sat down, reaching for Jack’s
hand. “He’s fine, Jack. Really he is. He was just surprised and he
needs a little time to get used to it, that’s all.”
Jack nodded dumbly.
“He said he’s going to call you next week after the
orientation and tell you all about it,” Daniel said, playing with
Jack looked up in surprise. “He did?”
“Yes, he did." Daniel smiled reassuringly. "This is Charlie,
Jack. Your son. Your son who loves you.”
“What did he say exactly?” Jack let out a sigh of relief at
the fact Charlie still wanted to talk to him.
“Well, he did say the thing he was most upset about was that
he felt like a fool for not knowing these past few years.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Jack declared. “He shouldn’t feel like a
fool. Did you tell him that’s ridiculous?”
“I told him I felt like a bit of a fool myself.” Daniel
squeezed the hand he was holding.
Jack searched Daniel’s face. “Guess the only real fool here
was me,” he said with a blush.
“He’s fine, Jack. He even joked with me. He’s going to call
you. All kids have to grow up some time.”
“He is grown up, isn’t he?” Jack finally smiled.
“Yes,” Daniel agreed. “He is. So, how about you? You gonna be
Jack stood up on sore knees. “Better now, Daniel. Although, I
am a little hungry.”
Daniel went over to the junk drawer where they kept the
takeout menus. “Me too. What are you in the mood for?” he asked,
rifling through the various flyers.
Jack leaned in behind him and closed the drawer. “I was
thinking we could heat up one of those fabulous dinners of yours.” Jack
hugged Daniel from behind. “Then, I was hoping I could thoroughly bore
you with the family movies Charlie left behind, you know, the ones just
Daniel smiled at the O’Neill style apology. “Sounds good,” he
“And then...” Jack stopped hugging, placed his hands on Daniel’s
shoulders and planted a kiss on the nape of Daniel’s neck.
Daniel turned around, and mindful of Jack’s still aching body,
gently pulled him in for a kiss.
“And then what?” he asked after Jack’s lips had released him.
“And then maybe you could run out and rent us, “The Blob.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Because you never had any one to teach you the joys of corny,
B rated, horror flicks and I’m just the man for the job.”
Daniel chuckled. “You are, huh?”
“Yep, I am” Jack smiled. “I’ll even let you crawl into bed
with me if you get scared,” he promised.
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