INTENTIONS BY PHOENIXE
||Jack and Daniel involved in a loving and committed
relationship, which usually involves sex.
||Established Relationship, Angst, Romance
||Season 4/5 Small Spoiler for The Light
||After ten days offworld Daniel is returning to the SGC,
eagerly anticipating his reunion with Jack. He's in for a hot time, or
so he thinks....
|| 84 Kb Originally Completed July 05 Posted to the
Net 26 Dec 06
Notes: For some reason most of the 'reunion' stories I've seen
(and written) involve Jack being the one coming home to Daniel. I'd originally thought to do one from the perspective
of Jack being the one at home waiting for Daniel, and going all out to
throw him a big romantic homecoming only to have it all go wrong, but then
I started thinking…. What would happen if somehow
Daniel got his wires crossed, made certain assumptions and got home to
discover them…unfulfilled… How
would he react, and what would happen. All that
thinking, and this is what resulted… This story originally appeared in
the JD Divas Zine by Yadda Press. The lovely illo accompanying this story
was in the zine as well, and is by Biblio.
“Woo hoo, now there's
a beautiful sight!"
Washburn yells, gesturing toward
the Stargate gleaming in the sun-bathed
valley beneath us.
"Virginia, pucker up, baby,
your Big Daddy is coming home!"
you, brother," Allen pipes up from
behind me as we start down the hill. "There's a little
lady on the other side of that gate
sitting by her phone waiting for my
call. Ten days
without her lover-boy," he pauses,
groaning dramatically. "Once we're cleared
to go I'm not gonna keep her
waiting long, you know what I mean?"
Oh yeah, I do. Only in my case,
it's not a lady.
Asher and Bates
add their own suggestive comments to
the mix while we carry on down the
slope, but I'm not really listening
to the extremely enthusiastic and off-colour
banter. My own
personal Welcome Wagon is all I'm thinking
done our job, we're returning with
very good news indeed, and while I'm
pleased to have been able to help SG-7
close the deal with the Verran, I'm also
very, very glad it's over and we're going
Ten days. Ten days off-world
without my team, without –
Washburn gives me a playful shove. I smile at the big,
black man lumbering beside me. He could look Teal'c
in the eye and is easily as broad,
but that's where the resemblance ends. Washburn's wide,
friendly face is constantly in motion;
he smiles at the drop of a hat and
laughs twice as frequently, huge, deep
guffaws rumbling around in that massive
chest like localized thunder. The man
is a two hundred and fifty pound teddy
I like him a
I shove him back.
"You got a
sweet someone back home, waitin' on
The question is
asked kindly; his dark, friendly eyes
are twinkling with well-meant, but
unmistakable curiosity. He's trying to act
all casual, like he's not dying
to know, but he's not
fooling me. He
wants the goods. I'd like to be able
to give them to him.
I really would.
If this were a more perfect
universe I could tell him the
someday I'll be able to.
But it isn't, I can't and this
isn't that day.
I toss back at him, with an 'it's no big
"Just my books and my
Washburn is so
obviously and tragically sorry to hear
this I feel terrible for having lied
out!" he cries, clearly stricken.
"A cool dude like you? You're
telling me there isn't a sweet momma
back on good 'ole Mother Earth waiting
for you to come home? That's just wrong!"
He looks like
he's just about to go charging forth and
slaying a few dragons on my behalf,
so I quickly rush to reassure him.
really, Wash, it's fine.
I'm fine," I smile at him. "The whole…dating
thing, it's not really my scene. Besides, I've been
kind of busy lately.
Haven't had the time."
Of course, I
can't mention dating has become extremely
difficult lately on account of a certain
Air Force colonel who won't let me
go out at night. Not
without him, that is.
you'd better make the time,
brother," Washburn gravely scolds me. "All work and no lovin', that's no way to live, m'
Don't you worry,
my friend; I get plenty of loving. I haven't been able
to think of much else but that – and
him – for the last three days.
trying to iron out the fine details of the
trade agreement extremely interesting. Somehow we muddled
to the man," Major Asher chimes in
from his position in the rear. Another good man. He's no Jack O'Neill, of course, but that's not his fault. "I've been married
for fifteen years.
There's nothin' like it. Fifteen years with
the same woman and she can still make
me go weak in the knees when she smiles
Yeah, I can
relate to that.
Jack's been doing that to me for a
Thank God I don't have to look and
dream any more, I can touch…
Touch. Oh yeah. Lots of touching. Soon.
"The Doc was
Allen furiously whispers at his
Jackson, I'm sorry!"
Major Asher hastily offers. "I didn't mean –
done, Major," I rush to cut the
apology off at the pass.
It’s true, there wasn’t, he
didn’t. I’ll always miss her, but
I’m…fine…now, and again that’s
largely due to Jack.
things happen,” I tell him honestly. “I can't bring her
back but I'm grateful for what we had. Who knows, maybe someday I'll get that lucky again."
I did, and I am,
even though no one knows it but me,
and no one knows it better than me.
deserves it more than you, Doc,"
Asher replies, visibly grateful I've not
taken his brief faux pas the wrong way.
Damn. I feel like an absolute
creep, lying to them like this. They're good guys. I didn't know them
when they put out the call ten days
ago asking for my help, but during
the time here on Vaal, we've done some
some trust. I'm
touched by their concern and I don't
like deceiving them.
I wish I could
tell them they don't have to worry about
am most assuredly…loved.
ain't never gonna happen for you if you
don't get out there, Bro!" Washburn exclaims. "Put down those books and go find those
to the man," Asher lightly scolds me.
it in mind," I grin.
Washburn's deep, infectious
laughter echoes across the valley, a
cheering accompaniment on the final leg
of our journey.
bantering continues while we wend our
way across the valley floor and with
the gate looming ever closer, my excitement
and anticipation gallops right off
the scale. I
find it hard to keep the grin off my
face, thinking of what is waiting for
me, only a few seconds and a couple of
billion miles away.
If only they knew, my fond reunion
is coming a lot sooner than any of theirs.
It's true, we won't be able
to openly acknowledge each other but
just knowing he's going to be there,
at the bottom of the ramp, waiting,
looking up at me, smiling…
I don't realize
I've stepped up my pace until I've zoomed
right past Bates on point.
Major Asher laughs.
"Where's the fire?
You sure you haven't got a
hot number on the other side of that
Oh, Major, if
only you knew…
I shoot back over my shoulder, bounding
over to the DHD to start dialling. "Good book. Had to put it down at a really interesting part. Can't wait to get
back to it."
one hell of a book," he eyes me
skeptically while sending the iris code. "One hell of a book."
He studies me
for a few more seconds.
I feel like an idiot. My face is flaming
and he knows I'm hiding something,
but he doesn't know quite what. Finally he shakes
his head, and chuckles. "You're a funny
guy, Jackson," he says with a fond
you're okay. SG-7,"
he barks, "Plus Doctor Jackson – move
it out. Let's
Bounding up the
steps, 1-2-3. Look out wormhole, here
Coming home, Jack, I'm almost
Deep breath and we're……
hoooo what a ride!
This never gets old! Roller-coaster through the eye of a needle in the heart of a glacier. Fly me home! Jack,
Jack, can't wait to see you, can't
wait to…almost there, almost there…aaannnnnnd…..
…home. Both feet planted
on terra firma. Or
the top of the gateroom ramp, which
is the next best thing.
Exhale, inhale, look up, start
Home, I'm home,
Heading down the
ramp as a succession of moist 'plops'
sound behind me announcing the arrival
of each member of SG-7.
back, SG-7," Hammond's warm greeting
wraps around us.
It's good to see you all back safe
Good, yes good,
very good to see you too. And Sam. Teal'c. Still moving forward,
looking at the group assembled beneath
us, for the one face, the only face
I want to see.
I'm not seeing
Jack? Jack's not here? Not – not here?
My mind is
spinning with confusion and absolute,
utter disbelief and I don't realize I've
stopped short in the middle of the
ramp until Washburn comes barrelling
into me, nearly catapulting me the
rest of the way to the bottom.
"Whoa! Easy there, Doc,"
he laughs, and I feel a huge hand latch
onto my shoulder and haul me back before
I stumble all the way down. "You wanna signal
before you stop like that?"
blink and stutter, try to shake off my
confusion and cover up my stupid – I
can't let it show how shocked I am Jack
He's always here
He knew I'd be back today, he made
sure SG-1 – and he – weren't going
to be going off-world without me –
'til I got back.
Here. He should be here. Unless…
Oh God, unless
something's happened to him –
"Daniel? You okay?" Sam asks,
the huge smile on her face stilling
for just a second.
She wouldn't be smiling if
something was wrong with Jack, if he was
he's fine, I know that for sure when I
reach the bottom of the ramp and my
team mates enfold me with their cheery
and heart-felt greeting.
fine, I just…" I mumble, struggling
to regain my composure while stumbling
into Sam's warm embrace. "It's good to see
you," I say, and mean it, hugging her
I do, I do mean
it, it's great, she looks great, I've
missed her a lot, and Teal'c but it's
just, I – I want Jack! Where's Jack? Why isn't he here?
pleased to see you, DanielJackson,"
Teal'c booms, patting me firmly on the
Teal'c," I force myself to smile,
reach out to him and squeeze his arm. I don't understand. Where is
he? He's always
here, always. I
don't know what this means.
Get a hold of
yourself, Jackson it doesn't mean
anything, he's busy, that's all. Something came up,
I can't imagine what, but it did. Something, he had
to do something, keeping him from making
our rendezvous, but it's nothing; he'll
catch up with me, later. Maybe in the infirmary.
Yeah, he knows
that's where I have to go next. That's where he'll
for me there, with a big smile and
an even bigger apology.
He'll be there. I just have to wait
a little longer.
So much for that
Jack wasn't in
the infirmary, no sign of him during the
debriefing and he wasn't in his office,
so I'm heading for mine, hoping that's
where he'll be.
Maybe he decided to wait for me
there, possibly planning on a slightly
more private reunion, but if he is,
it'll have to wait until I manage to
shake Sam. I
don't need to worry he'll spring out
at me from behind the desk wearing
something indiscreet; he'll be able to
hear us coming.
She hasn't stopped talking since…
much been going non-stop since the
I haven't got a clue about what,
but I've been faking it pretty good. The occasional
'mmm hmmm', or 'I see' seems to keep
her happy. Jack
swears by the system.
I know he uses it frequently with
me as well, but I don't let on. I don't
have to resort to it very often myself; most of
the time I actually listen to what she's
I just can't focus right now.
I love her,
really I do, it's just sometimes she can
Jack, please be
able to calibrate the device to register
power fluctuations and the mashersmatz
of the gimblegaff is connected to the
whatzit ," Sam says as she follows
me into my office.
nice, Sam," I mutter, casting my
anxious gaze around my domain.
relics and books, oh my!
But no Jack.
He is really, really, really
not here, either.
"Daniel! You haven't heard
a word I said!"
Sam scolds me, slapping my arm
as disappointment crashes through me.
Oh Sam, not now!
going on?" she queries, suspiciously
sizing me up, her brow knitting. I'm making a show
of poking around at the clutter on
my desk, trying not to look too
much like I'm desperately
hunting for something, anything from Jack,
a scrap of paper, post-it, message in a
crossword, tea-leaves, cryptic squiggles
scratched into the top of my desk - something!
Throw me a clue
here, Jack, please!
Nothing. There's nothing. I don't understand.
like you've lost your best friend,"
she teases, parking herself on the corner
of my desk.
I sink wearily
into my chair, only just resisting the
impulse to bang my head repeatedly
on my desk.
it will feel so darned good when I stop.
I can do for you, Sam?"
I plant my elbow on the desk,
plop my chin in my upturned hand and
throw her a strained smile.
She stares back,
and then fronts a wounded expression. Jack thinks I can
pout for the planet, well, he should
take a look at this lower lip. Yep, he'd be getting
quite a kick out of this, if he were
Which he's not.
And he damned well should be.
But let's not dwell…
being mean," she sighs dramatically. "You've been hanging
around with the colonel too long, he's
starting to rub off on you."
Yeah, I know. Wouldn't mind a
little rubbing at the moment, that
was definitely on the agenda for tonight,
amongst other things, a lot of
other things, and by my watch, we're
way late with getting with the program.
Geez, Sam, are
you still here?
you've been gone so long I thought you'd
be dying to catch up on all the news and
Most of the
time, yes, Sam, any other time, but now,
I really don't care!
not going to believe what Siler did
Janet says she's never seen
anything so – and in such a
I blurt out, a little too quickly.
She looks at me blankly.
"He's not here."
I mentally count
to ten and barely stifle the urge to
jump out of my chair and start hopping
around screaming at the top of my lungs. It would make me
feel a lot better but probably wouldn't
be conducive to obtaining the information
I want as quickly as possible.
"I can see
that, Sam," I reply, quietly. Patiently. With not the slightest
hint of a hysterical tremour in my
voice. Well, not much of one, anyway. "Where
Commissary? Gym? Firing range? Booby-trapping Walter's chair again? What? Where?
don't know, Daniel," Sam frowns. "He left hours ago."
Left? The mountain? Departed? As in
no longer here?
"Left?" I squeak. Why would he, where
would he – what the hell – left?
How could he,
how could he – left?
I don't understand, he knew
I was coming back today.
hum," Sam nods vigorously, slowly
sliding open the top drawer of my desk,
where she knows I keep my stash of
Go for it.
I don't care.
She gets it open, peeks inside,
frowns and then slides it shut again.
Ten days ago
there were five Milky Ways, a Three
Musketeers, four 5th Avenues
and a couple of Baby Ruths in that
with a big, honking bag of Smarties. Obviously I've
had visitors in the interim. The colonel or the major, possibly a very sneaky Jaffa
who thinks I don't know he's been known
to hit my stash from time to time,
take your pick.
But that's neither here nor there
right now, because all I care about,
all I want to know is the there
where my colonel is, because he's definitely
the general for a personal day," Sam
continues, eyeing the urn from P5S-728
sitting on the far corner of my desk. Damn, that's where
I keep the good stuff. I didn't think she knew about that.
She must be
checking out the surveillance tapes again. That's cheating! That's okay, if
she thinks that five-pound box of Godiva
Chocolates is safe in that secret compartment
she had Siler install in her lab, she's
living in a fool's paradise.
minute, come to think of it, maybe he did
say something. Yeah,
he did. Something
about going to Denver for the weekend.
Meeting up with an old
so am I.
Denver? Jack went to – to
Denver? No, no,
no, that can't be right, that's not
possible! She must have heard him wrong
– misunderstood, this has to be some
sort of a mistake.
He wouldn't do something like that;
he wouldn't leave me…
hungry, Daniel are you hungry?"
Sam grins at me. "Come on, let's
go get something to eat, and I'll tell
you all about who got caught in a compromising
position in a storeroom on level 19."
I feel sick to
my stomach and my heart is a huge lead
weight in the middle of my chest. The last thing I
want to do right now…is eat.
Sam, but can I take a rain cheque? Got a bad case of
gate-lag, you know how it is. I kinda want to
go home, get some sleep. We can do the catch-up
thing some other time. Soon, though," I finish up with my brightest false
smile, hoping and praying she'll buy this,
take the hint and finally leave
me alone so I can think and figure
out what's happening here.
She heard him
That has to be it. I'll
just phone and I'll…
Daniel," she says, eyeing me closely. "I guess I have
been kind of…going on." She eases off the
desk, takes a couple of steps toward
just…go, then… I guess."
Please. The quicker the
She takes a few
more steps, turns, frowns at me. I'm hoping the misery
churning inside me isn't spilling out
all over my face but if it is, there
isn't a damned thing I can do about
it right now.
you," she murmurs.
I nod, and wave at her, then turn
She pauses in
"Bye," she says softly,
bites her lip, hovers uncertainly for a
few more seconds, and then disappears.
she's out of sight I'm reaching for the
She must have got it wrong. Home, he has to
be home, he's at home, I'll just call.
It's ringing. Pick up, pick up,
pick up, come on, be home, pick –
This is Jack
"Jack? Jack, you're there? What are you – "
When you hear
the tone – go. Otherwise, go away.
The machine. It's the machine. Not Jack. He's
I cradle the
receiver again, stare blankly at my empty
Oh, it's full to bursting with bric
a brac gleaned from hundreds of worlds
but none of it means anything to me
right now because he's not standing
in the midst of the familiar and usually
comforting chaos, warm eyes twinkling,
filling the whole place with meaning.
Suddenly I don't
want to be here.
So I guess I'll go home. Not like I've got
anywhere else to go.
know, I didn't tell SG-7 such a big fib
Contrary to my former erroneous
belief, there's no one waiting for me at
home except the occupants of my aquarium.
fishies, big daddy is coming home.
Someone call the
you fishies," I waggle the beer
bottle in the general direction of the
My third beer, if I'm not mistaken. Good lord, I can
piece of free advice?
Don't ever fall in love."
the smartest thing I've ever done. Apparently.
I take a huge
swig, shuddering as I swallow. Ugh. Hanging out with
Jack I may have acquired the habit
of drinking this stuff but I still
can't stand the taste.
Especially this stuff.
It's really vile, but Jack
likes it. I keep some on
hand, as a rule, for him.
As a matter of fact, what I'm
swilling now was supposed to be for him,
bought especially before I left in
anticipation of our fond reunion.
Might as well
get rid of it, it’s not like I'm going
to need to keep any lying around and
it's too expensive to pour down the
you're right, I'm probably making a huge
Jumping to an enormous and
absolutely unwarranted conclusion – not
unlike the one I originally jumped
to assuming Jack gave a crap about
me in the first place.
I get up and
weave toward the aquarium. One of those fishies
– the big black one, is giving me the
eye. I think I'll give him a
piece of my mind.
He thinks he's so damned smart,
knows it all.
What the hell does he know,
swimming around in a big glass box all the
Well, I know stuff too, I've been
places, all over the damned universe,
as a matter of fact. Not too
many people can say they've seen and done half the
stuff I have.
I'm no babe in the woods.
I'm no naïve innocent. I know the
score. I know my way around, even if
I can't see straight at the moment.
I had my eyes
wide open when I went into this. At least, I thought
I did. I thought
I knew him, too. I'm
not stupid, I'm not blind but I sure
didn't see this coming.
were me, what would you
I ask Blackie.
He waves his fins at me, and then
much what I'd think too.
Has he been
lying to me all this time?
Jack, not the fish. Playing me for a
his kicks? What? Why would
he do something like that? Why me?
I take another
drink, draining the beer. All gone. I need more. No, I need some air. More
beer, fresh air?
Decisions, decisions. This should be easy
to work out, but for some reason, I'm
having trouble coming up with the right
Maybe I'll get
some air and it'll be easier to think.
I leave the
empty by the tank, wave bye to Blackie and
his pals, and stagger out onto the
lean up against the railing and
contemplate my view.
It's nice. I've
seen worse. Seen
better too. Sunset.
Just one. But that would make
sense, seeing as we only have one sun. There are lots of
worlds out there, where the accessory
heavenly bodies come in multiples. It's really something,
after being accustomed to the solitary
lunar option, to look up into the night
sky and see three enormous moons, full,
swollen and luminous. Incredible. A whole year on
Abydos and the thrilling novelty of
that sight didn't lose its edge for
But we were
talking about sunsets, because that's what
I'm looking at right now. It's pretty, but
if you want truly spectacular,
the double sunset on P7S-903, that
one takes your breath away.
Colours like I've never imagined
could live in the sky, the pinks, the
greens, the deep, vibrant indigo.
I don't think I've ever seen
anything more beautiful. And I've seen a
lot of sights would burn your optic
nerve right out for sheer beauty, so
I've got quite an impressive basis
bragging, I just…do.
That's when it
started, for me, I think, that's when
I was inhaling the sunset on 903,
and then I realized Jack was looking at
me, and there was something in his eyes,
a spark, something magic, almost, and
the sky full of purple fire behind
That's when I
knew I loved him, desperately, totally,
utterly, completely stupidly, hopelessly,
and yet there was something, just something
in his eyes, just then saying maybe
it wasn't quite so hopeless…
I must have been
I need another beer.
Beer. Yeah, that'll help. Beer is what got
me into this mess in the first place. Too many beers and
my big fat mouth.
It was right here, right on this
very spot, I was here, with my beer,
and I just couldn't take it any more. Jack came out to
get me, he's not very comfortable out
here, doesn't like me to be
out here when I'm not…all there…since
the time he peeled me off the edge
before I almost took a terminal swan
I'm still kinda
fuzzy about exactly what went on during
that whole incident, but I'm obviously
Where was I? Oh yeah, me and
Jack and the beer.
He turns me around.
"Walk with me, Daniel,"
he says, and we go back inside.
I'm running my mouth the whole
Pretty much anything alcoholic in
sufficient quantities tends to act on me
as somewhat of a verbal lubricant, not
that I need any sort of assistance in that
capacity, as Jack is often wont to
Wont. That's funny. Okay, now I definitely know I'm drunk. I'd never
say something like that sober.
I am often wont
to want what I cannot have. And getting it is
almost always worse…than want.
Where's the beer?
No, no, now I
Beer is bad.
It makes me say things I should
I've never found truth at the
bottom of a bottle, only lies and
Nothing is ever what it seems, not
even someone you would have sworn was the
only thing you could trust to
Right here. It was right here
on this spot I let it slip. I didn't even realize
I'd done it, hadn't clued in I'd said
those three stupid words until Jack
had spun me around and then he…he...
You know, I
never realized it 'til now, but he's never
said them back. Not
then, not ever. He's
Well, I guess we
know why now, don't we, Blackie?
An old friend,
is it Jack?
I wonder how old.
I wonder how friendly. I wonder what they're
doing right now.
Whatever it is, I'll bet it's
a lot more fun than what's happening
in this dump.
right, I wouldn't take that bet either.
friend, whoever you are, good luck to you. You're gonna need
it. I'd drink
to you, but I don't have a...
I think I need to lie down.
It's okay, it's – I'm not gonna
do anything stupid and yeah, you're
right, you're absolutely right, no
more beer for me. I'm
just gonna lie down here on the couch,
close my eyes.
It's a good
thing I've got you here keeping an eye on
me seeing as how Jack doesn't seem
to want the job any more.
Beer isn't going
to solve the problem.
I know that.
Nor is lying around here feeling
sorry for myself.
You don't have to worry about
me, really; I'll be fine. I've been here before. Let's just say it's
not exactly undiscovered country and
leave it at that. It hurts, I won't say it doesn't,
but you know how it is, a little water
under the bridge, time heals all wounds,
what does not kill us makes us stronger…
I've come back
We'll be a big boy and take this
like a man.
Jack, Jack, Jack
I want Jack….
away, I'm sleeping.
Cut it out, Jack.
I can't believe
what I'm hearing it sounds like…and
hands, shaking me, someone's shaking
me. His hands,
his voice, but that's not possible,
he can't be here.
"Jack?" I croak and open
blurry at first, a face swims blearily
before my eyes.
I blink – hard - trying to focus. Glasses – not wearing
my glasses – where?
Don't have a clue, don't remember taking them off.
I blink again,
Coming into focus, it's coming. I have to do something
about this drinking problem because
every time I drink, it always leads
Omigawd. It is Jack.
ya big goof?" he grins, and then
"You're sloshed," he
says, disbelief blossoming over his face,
quickly turning to concern.
you doing here?" I burble.
I'm pretty sure I'd be just as
confused if I weren't three sheets
to the…but thanks to the alcoholic
complication there's no way to be sure.
instantly shuts down.
I'd have more luck gauging the
mood of a chunk of granite.
here to ask you the same question,"
Jack replies, still giving nothing away in
either his voice or his expression. "However, as it
would seem I'm neither wanted, nor
welcome – "
Panicked by the
sudden coldness in his eyes I frantically
grab him by the arm and stop him from
pulling away from me.
don't go, that's not what I meant," I
"I – you're supposed to be
in Denver so how – "
"Denver!" Jack snorts. "Are you nuts? What the – why the hell would I
be in Denver?
I've been waiting ten long days
to see you again, buddy boy, why would
I be in Denver, tonight of all nights? We had plans!"
that's what I thought. But…but…
weren't at the SGC and I thought, I didn't
know what to think and then Sam
said you said you were going to Denver,
so I thought – "
Jack's eyes get
wider and wider as he listens and the
second Sam's name leaves my lips…
"Carter!" Jack roars. "Carter told you
Jack springs to
his feet and starts angrily pacing back
I'm still having trouble seeing
straight so trying to focus on him while
he's moving around so quickly…
Ugh. It's doing things
to my stomach. None
of them good.
sure, I told her that, but that was just
to throw her off the track," Jack
raves and paces.
"I was worried if she knew I
was home, alone, I didn't want
her…there… seeing stuff…maybe
Jack stops and
throws me a helpless glance. "She keeps showin'
up at my place, Daniel, wanting to
talk but never really saying anything. It's getting kinda
creepy," he shudders.
Okay, so that
explains Sam's misinformation, but not
why he wasn't where he was supposed
to be. Why
was he at home, when he should have
been at the SGC, and why didn't he
And what the
hell was he talking about – Sam seeing
Sam? Getting the wrong idea? About what?
minute," Jack frowns, sitting back
down beside me at the couch.
"What did it matter what she
said, I left you a note. I don't get it."
Neither did I.
"You so did
I indignantly exclaim.
"I so did
to!" he retorts, just as indignantly,
jamming his hands in his coat pockets.
Jack opens his
mouth, no doubt to reassert his
contention, then closes it again, as well
as his eyes.
He heaves a huge sigh.
one," he says sheepishly, showing me
the piece of paper he has crumpled in his
I unfold it,
blink several times to focus, and am
finally able to read it.
Coffee's on. Hope you're
"I made us
some dinner," Jack mumbles after
clearing his throat. "I
thought you might be…hungry or… or
He cooked? For me? Jack…cooked?
cold, now, though."
He really does
This is huge,
I can't believe what I've just
You don't understand, it's not that
Jack can't cook, he certainly
can, he just really hates it. We're talking an extremely serious aversion to the activity. That's why he makes
out like he doesn't know his ass from
his elbow in the kitchen and burns
everything all the time, so soft-hearted
idiots like me who hang out with him
a lot and consequently have had just
about all the take-out meals they can
stand and couldn't possibly face another
night of noshing out of the contents
of cardboard cartons finally break
down and whip up the fabulous home-cooked
meal he's been angling for all along.
Jack…cooked. Oh my God, Jack…
the good china and everything. Betcha
didn't know I had a tablecloth. Pretty nice one
too, actually. There
were candles," he admits, staring at
the ceiling. "Maybe
some flowers. One
or two in a vase, no big fricking deal."
Oh no! Oh...Jack…
isn't very mushy," Jack grins, a
self-conscious tinge colouring his cheeks.
"The note, that is.
What I really wanted to
say was I've missed you so much I couldn't
stand it and I can't wait to get you
naked, cover you with Nutella and lick
you clean from one end to the other. I wanted to say
that, but I didn't think it would be
a good idea – leaving a note like that
on your desk – in the SGC…"
I nod, blinking,
clutching the note in one hand, wiping
my eyes with the other. I'm having trouble
right," I manage to get out, after a
second or two.
"That probably wouldn't have
been a good idea.
Appreciate the thought,
hoping you would get it, though, reading
between the lines."
Jack's hand cups
my cheek, his strong thumb rubbing,
wiping away the dampness.
good at that sort of thing," he
murmurs, his face coming closer,
"Finding the hidden meaning.
You always could read me like
Sorry Jack, I'm
so very sorry, I've been such a fool.
Jack gently coaxes, tilting my hanging
head up until I have to look him in the
"What's going on?
Even if you didn't find the note
because I so cleverly forgot to leave
it for you, why didn't you just come
phoned," I mumble.
I feel really stupid, but I have to
tell him the truth.
"Got the machine, I just
"Machine? But I was home all
day, getting the place ready – that's
why I took the day off, so everything
would be nice, for you…when you got
His voice trails
off and he looks away. That wasn't an easy
admission, and I realize, what he's
just told me – what he'd done for me
– the whole big picture, with the cooking
and the china and the candles, flowers,
for god's sake - it's
I'm such an
Here he'd set up this huge,
romantic homecoming for me, poured his
whole heart into it and I not only screwed
it up, the whole time I was here lolling
around in my personal pity party featuring
his beer he was sitting there, at home,
alone, waiting to spring his big special
surprise, waiting for me.
No, no wait,
it's even worse than that because while
he was there, I was here thinking and
drinking and thinking he was somewhere
else with someone else.
strawberry jam, hot fudge sauce with teeny
tiny marshmallows, I don't care, he
can cover me with whatever he wants
and lick to his heart's content, I'm
definitely his man for the job.
he says softly, glancing back at me. "I was in the shower. That must be why
I missed your call."
His eyes roam searchingly over
my face, and whatever he's reading
there, I can see it makes him sad.
he puts a finger to my lips, stopping my
attempts at speech.
"You don't have to explain, I
think I get the picture." His gaze is warm,
compassionate, his brown eyes full
of resolve, and regret. "So much for good
can see we still have some trust issues,
Daniel and that means I have some work
to do," he murmurs.
"How's this for a start?"
He wraps his
warm, welcoming arms around me, leather
jacket creaking, the stubble ghosting
his cheek a blessed, welcome friction
I'm missed 'til it ached deep inside. The faint remnant
of his pungent aftershave fills my
senses while he nuzzles his fill, and
then fits his warm, generous mouth
I've been kissed
before, sometimes it's been good,
sometimes bad, but this man, this kiss…
No one feels
like him, smells like him, tastes, and as
his tongue plunges deeper, playfully
tickling the inside of my mouth I want
to tell him, make him understand I
get it, he doesn't need to say another
thing, every kiss, every touch, from
him, a unique form of communication
telling me everything I'll ever need
to know and right now he's speaking
volumes, and the message is coming
through loud and clear.
I'd tell him,
but I was always taught you should never
speak with your mouth full.
he sighs into my mouth, pulls back,
playfully licks the side of my face and
rests his forehead against mine, a dewy,
dopey glow in his eyes.
His crooked, besotted smile would
steal my heart if the sexy bastard didn't
already own it outright already.
I grin back at him, and then kiss him
softly, briefly. "You're
doing just fine. But
then, you always were, I'm the – "
he silences me, swiftly closing and
capturing my mouth for several more
breath-stealing, head spinning minutes. "No more of that,"
he soothes, when he finally breaks.
this again, shall we?
Hi, I'm Jack O'Neill and I'd like
to be your lover tonight."
I murmur, stroking the side of his
Jack closes his eyes, shudders at
my touch, then quickly turns his lips
towards my hand, pressing an ardent kiss
into my palm.
what they say," he teases, his dark
eyes sparkling as he commences to lay a
trail of kisses up my arm. "Today is the first
day of the rest of our lives."
That works for
He's reached my
neck, which he's nipping and sucking,
nimble fingers making short work of
my shirt buttons.
I'm having trouble seeing again,
and it's got nothing to do with beer.
home, baby," he growls, fastening
hungrily on my mouth again, flinging open
"How do you feel about
Canadian Maple Syrup?" he groans,
fumbling in his coat pocket.
We both burst
into fits of laughter and he tumbles down
on top of me.
Love me, Jack,
that's all I want.
That's all I need. Condiments are great,
but definitely not required.
Blackie, and thanks for listening, but I
think I'll be okay – we'll both be okay
from now on.
As soon as we
figure out how to get maple syrup stains
out of the upholstery.
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