Part 108
Website dedicated to Lieutenant Graham Simmons
Philip relaxed into the old, worn wicker chair. The hot Mediterranean sun beat down on him, tanned his skin beautifully and covered his partially clad body in a sheer film of perspiration. The smooth blue sea shimmered in the heat of the day, looking inviting to all who could see it as it glistened under the gentle breeze. He lazily shifted a leg, hanging it over the edge of the paint-weary seat to let his bare foot scrape the cool terracotta tiles in the shade of the balcony wall. He adjusted his other leg, bending it at the knee to rest against the armrest of the chair. The cool breeze shifted the sheer white material on his legs and brushed the hairs that were visible beneath the rolled-up cuff of his pant-legs. With a yawn he tilted his straw hat down over his eyes a little further and allowed himself to drift off into a siesta in the drowsy afternoon. Birds and children could be heard as muted noises in the background, and the only other sound was of waves crashing against the rocks somewhere down below him.
A sound woke him and he sat up, shifted the brim of his hat back off his face and gazed out across the sea. He was back - the swimmer whom had come everyday for as long as he could remember - to swim across his view. Philip watched every one of his powerful strokes and his mouth watered at the sight of the lean body slicing through the azure sea, the muscles rippling from the workout. He edged to the end of his chair and then rose to his feet to lean his crotch against the white balcony wall and watch him.
Finally he remembered to breath and then tossed the straw hat onto the chair behind him, not bothering to find out if it landed where it was intended to go or fell to the tiled floor instead. It didn't matter to him. The only thing that mattered was watching the swimmer.
The gentle breeze bounced his newly clipped curls into his eyes and he hastily pushed them back out of his way so that he could watch - unimpeded - as the body glistened through the water. Unable to stand it any longer, Philip leaned a hand onto the flaky wall, kicked his feet over it and then strode across the warm golden sand towards the surf. He didn't stop at the water's edge but continued into it until it passed the Ying-Yang tattoo on his right ankle, passed the rolled cuff of his cheesecloth pants, passed his knee and up to his thighs. The swimmer, unaware of anything else, powered his way through the sea towards him. Philip went in so deep that the water now saturated the tail of his open white shirt and lapped at his bare stomach. As the body swam past him Philip reached a hand down and stopped him by gripping him by the shoulder and tugging him out of the water.
Large droplets dripped from the cropped pale hair as the stranger struggled to gain his footing in the soft sand. His eyes squinted, a little from the sun, a little menacingly, as he stared at the man who'd intruded on his solitude.
"Who are you?" Philip asked him fervently.
The wet head tilted slightly. "Wouldn't that be *my* line?" The stranger inquired as his eyes slowly coasted down the entire length of Philip's body then at the black stubble that covered the handsome young face, then back up to meet the wide-eyed gaze. "You're the one that interrupted my swim." Again his head tilted slightly.
Philip's eyes dilated as he watched the gaze shift steadily down his body once more. He could tell, by the sound of the deepening breaths, that what the stranger was seeing was pleasing him immensely. He felt it too. A constriction in his chest clearly indicated his own desires for the swimmer of the sea.
A loud noise woke him from his dream. With a grunt Philip shifted before he was fully awake and then flinched, his hard-on aching from the move. The phone on the desk in the corner jangled loudly and Philip tried to press himself up in a semi-sitting position, but his fatigued body and sleepy befuddlement hindered his movements. The noise ceased.
As sleep eased off his body and his mind cleared he began to wonder, and worry, about the call. Movement again made a sharp pain twinge in his groin so he eased the trapped cock from the awkward position as he sat up on the edge of the sofa. For a moment he dropped his face into his hands while he yawned. Night had fallen outside and the house was dark, apart from the flickering light from the muted television over in the corner. A glance at the wristwatch on his right arm told him that it was now almost twenty six hours since Jack was due home. Twenty six hours! How could someone be 'lost' like that and there not be some kind of logical, if not sinister, explanation?
He never got a chance to wonder on that too long before the telephone jangled again. This time he was more clear-headed and he stood straight up only to discover that his deadened legs found movement difficult. Determinedly he step over the low coffee table and then made his way over to the phone on the desk. As his hand reached out it stopped ringing and he gave a frustrated growl but he soon heard the distant sound of the answering machine beside the bed - Jack's voice telling the caller that it was their dime so they should leave a message - and he rushed to retrieve the call. By the time the caller could leave their message Philip was poised over the phone in the bedroom, ready to snatch it up in case it *was* Graham or Jack.
The voice belonged to neither man. In fact, it was a woman's voice.
"Jack, this is Sara. I was just calling because.... Well, I'm not really sure why. I guess, maybe it's because it's almost Christmas again and <pause> and that makes me think of you more, I don't know why. Mike and I were just wondering if you'd like to come here for Christmas this year? I can't believe you would rather stay home, all alone, on such a special day. You did it last year and I refuse to let you do it again so this year Mike and I insist you come here and join us and <long pause> Well, you just think about that for a while and get back to me please? Honestly, Jack, I don't like the idea of you being alone at Christmas - do you remember how special it used to be when we were together...? Okay, I'm going now and, well, just call me. Okay? I miss you."
Philip stood over the phone as the caller disconnected. He stared down at the little flashing red light and his finger hovered over the 'erase message' button as he thought about Jack and this Sara. He knew, full well, that Jack wasn't alone last Christmas - they'd spent it together - but he'd obviously told her that he was. Philip wasn't sure how he felt about that yet and absently tapped the silver 'erase' button, but not hard enough to activate it. Abruptly he turned, never intending to remove the message, and went down the corridor to the kitchen.
Graham had called him from work at dinnertime to tell him that there had been no further news. Philip took some comfort in the fact that his brother didn't sound as worried over the phone as he had been earlier in the house. Perhaps things weren't grave anymore, perhaps Jack and company were just delayed and nothing worse than that was happening. Still, Phil thought as he rubbed the back of his stiff neck and walked towards the kitchen, why couldn't he just be told 'Jack is in Hawaii and won't be home for a few days'. Forcryingoutloud, how hard was that? The bubble of resentment that he'd felt earlier lodged itself in his chest once more, making it tight.
With another heavy sigh he yanked open the fridge door and leaned a hand over it while he peered inside. When Graham had called him earlier he was just starting to think about dinner but after the call he'd felt too frustrated and angry to eat. Now he could probably eat something light and regretted never learning how to make omelets from his brother. Instead of calling up the ingredients for omelets his mind wandered onto Tristan, and what an interesting and fortuitous meeting it had been in the gym earlier that day - perfect for helping keep his mind off his missing lover. Perhaps, he thought as he quickly consulted his watch, that it wouldn't be too late to grab dinner somewhere together. When he'd called earlier Tristan wasn't in the hotel, most likely out at the Mountain.
He moved over to the telephone on the wall and hit the redial button. The phone buzzed a few times then Tristan picked it up.
*
The sun had set on the alien world once more and the tiny cell was shrouded in darkness, no moonlight to ease the inky blackness. A sudden, loud clang of the lock sliding back woke the fatigued prisoners and set them all on their guard immediately. They all struggled to their feet amidst the commotion and huddled to the back of the cell; Jack standing in front of the rest of his team - his hand unconsciously, and protectively, on Daniel's arm to ensure the anthropologist was safely in behind him.
The heavy door opened then the large hairy creature from earlier entered the cell. He looked at each of them for a long while - his small red eyes bore through each person in turn as it studied them intently.
With a low grunt he stepped up to Teal'c - dwarfing even him - and that split the team in half; Teal'c and Sam on one side, Daniel and Jack on the other. He sniffed at Teal'c, then pulled back and stared right into his eyes, his putrid breath wafting across the stoic Jaffa's face. Turning slightly he then peered at Daniel. The young man lifted his chin in a slight show of defiance and he noted the way Jack bristled beside him.
"It's okay," he reassure the others in a soothing voice even though the creature was in close and sniffing at him intently. He suddenly saw the door was open. "Door's open, Jack."
"We're not leaving without you," Jack told him flatly.
Daniel swallowed as the coarse hair breezed across his cheek then throat as the creature sniffed him some more, in behind his ear this time. The blue eyes slotted towards the doorway. "Jack, get the team home!" He hissed through clenched teeth, subdued in order not to startle the creature with its nose tucked behind his ear.
"Negative." Jack refused him outright then jerked his head to Sam and then looked at Teal'c. "Go and get help. And be quick!"
"Sir!"
"Just do it, Carter. That's an order!"
Despite her protestations Sam followed the order and she and Teal'c slipped from the room unnoticed. Daniel clenched his eyes tightly as the creature licked up his stubble-covered neck.
"Hey!" Jack said to the wide expanse of hirsute back. "That neck's taken! You'll have to find someone else to lick!"
"Jack!" Daniel cautioned him as the creature twisted to face the noisemaker.
Jack stepped back into the wall as the beast lurched towards him. "For the record, mine's taken too!" He mumbled as the alien began to sniff at him instead. When he licked him, Jack turned his face away, grimaced then complained through gritted teeth, "Oh yeah, that feels good!"
"Hey!" Daniel called and got the beast's attention again. The small red eyes focused on him intently as Daniel pressed his face a little closer and said, "Look, if you're going to eat us.." He didn't get the rest of his sentence out before the beast gripped his chin and cheeks in one huge, furry paw and stared with wide eyes at him.
"Mind telling me where you were going with that sentence, Danny?" Jack asked when he sensed the creature was about to get a better, and more fatal, hold on his friend.
Daniel's words were muffled beyond comprehension as the mitt scrunched up his cheeks and mouth. Before either man could say anything else the creature pushed his finger into Daniel's mouth. The scientist gagged on the hairy digit as it brushed over his teeth. When it was pulled out of his mouth Daniel spluttered and spat out the taste it left behind. Again the creature gripped him, this time holding his face between both hands and using his thumb to part Daniel's lips.
"What the..?" Jack wondered out loud as he watched the alien's fascination with Daniel's mouth and teeth.
Again a leathery pad of the hairy finger rubbed at Daniel's teeth then, with quicksilver speed, the creature released Daniel and had snatched up Jack so fast that neither man was prepared for it. It held Jack slightly off the ground with its massive paw and used its finger to rub at the older man's teeth just like it had with Daniel. Through the highly distorted mouth Jack tried to say something but Daniel was unable to comprehend it. The creature tossed Jack down then stepped backwards glaring at each man before it turned on the spot and reached down for the head.
Thick congealed blood splattered to the floor of the cell, splashing up Daniel's leg. With a loud growl the alien held the head up, shaking it wildly, which caused blood to fling across the faces and walls in the room. Daniel flinched when a smear of red blurred his lens and he turned slightly to wipe his glasses clean. A sloppy, gut-wrenching thud accompanied the head hitting the hard floor then the creature turned and left the cell, slamming the door closed behind him. Daniel, still partly turned away from the door watched as Jack went over, slammed his fists against the rough surface then turn towards him. The two friends locked stares but neither said a word.
After a heartbeat Jack said, "Maybe Carter and Teal'c will get home."
Daniel, having removed his glasses altogether, stared back at him; his mouth agape and his expression stunned. "Maybe," he croaked quietly.
*
It was well after midnight as Graham sat at his desk in the Gate Control room, his eyes not taking in the flashing lights or the computer readouts before him. He wasn't even taking in the conversation between Harriman and Telorose, two other technicians who, like Graham, were working the night shift tonight.
"Hey, Simmons!" Harriman said with a nudge to his friend's arm. Slowly the dark eyes focused on the gray-haired man beside him. "Want a coffee? Telorose is getting them."
"Sure," the lieutenant's voice was rough from no use in a while. "White, two sugars." He blinked as he watched the pretty Lieutenant nod sharply, turn on her heels and leave the room briskly. He slowly shifted his gaze back towards the readouts before him but stopped part way around when he saw the look on his co-workers face.
Walter Harriman had that cocky, 'couldn't you just slap me' look on his face at the moment, complete with a shit-eating grin and a tongue caught between a set of off-white teeth. "So, hey?"
"Huh?"
A jerk of his head was meant to explain all, obviously, as he said nothing more but his grin grew wider.
"You have me at a disadvantage," Graham explained in a tired tone. "I haven't a clue what you're grinning about." He was busy with his work before him.
"Te-lo-rose... Don't tell me you haven't noticed her!"
"I ..guess.." He muttered with a shrug as he continued to work.
"You Guess!!!?" Harriman's voice squeaked. "She's like the most gorgeous woman in this whole shit-hole, that Major Carter not withstanding!"
"Sam?" Graham was so surprised to hear that that he stopped working and turned towards him.
"SAM?" Harriman drawled teasingly. "SAM?" He said again, more quickly and with a rumble of a laugh that distorted it slightly. "No wonder you haven't noticed Telorose, you've got the hots for.. Sam.." As he said the last word he wriggled his head slightly and tapped his fingers onto the keyboard, dismissing the screen before him and opening up the internal email to check for any messages. "Shit." He muttered when there wasn't any. He closed the window, reinstated the read-out screen and leaned an elbow onto the desk as he turned to face Graham pointedly. "So, tell me about you and SAM.." He smirked.
Graham rolled his eyes. He was too tired and too worried for this shit. On the other hand, he shouldn't offend his colleague or friend either. "I would, but I have to wait for you to get out of pre-school first, I think. It contains raunchy, adult stuff," he said, returning to his work as he continued to talk, "Like holding hands..."
"Knock it off Simmons," Harriman laughed good-naturedly now and nudged his friend with his elbow.
"Well, you started it with the schoolyard crap!" He relaxed on the aggression too.
"So what do you think? Think that they are gonners this time?"
"Who?" Graham frowned as he shifted his eyes from the screen to look at the prematurely gray-haired man beside him.
"SG-1. Thirty hours overdue. No search party can locate them. I'd say they've bitten it big time this time.."
Graham's mouth hung open for a moment or two. He didn't know what to say to answer that. He hoped it wasn't true, but Harriman only voiced what he'd been pushing down further and further from his thoughts. It didn't bode well. No sign of the team for so long usually meant big trouble.
He'd been on duty for almost six hours now and avoiding conversation, especially *this* conversation, with others was proving a very hard task. Passing Janet in the corridors was a chore in itself. Her eyes, bereft of emotion, showed just how worried she'd become too. He realized he had to answer Harriman somehow though.
"They've gotten out of worse situations." And it was true, they had. Only, not lately. "I've gotto pee.." Graham mumbled as he pushed his chair back and got to his feet.
Harriman gave him a smarmy smile. "Take your time. I could use being alone with Telorose for a while."
Graham didn't say a word to that - only nodded and left the control room.
It was when he was in the toilet that the klaxons rang loud through the otherwise silent base. He hastened his business then was rushing from the room when he heard a gut-churning call: "Medical Assistance to the Embarkation room. Stat."
He demanded his heavy legs to hurry him towards the control room more quickly but his knees just wanted to give out on him. He saw, up ahead, the medical team rushing down the corridor towards the gate room, gurneys at the ready.
With heart firmly in his throat Graham reached the control room and bounded up the stairs, two at a time. It was hard to see through the throng of Technicians who lined the window for a better look at who'd come through the gate, but suddenly he didn't need to push or shove to see - someone asked a question that sent a chill down his spine: "Where's Colonel O'Neill and Doctor Jackson?"
Graham stepped away from the wall of people and backed so far up he hit the computer on the back wall of the room.
"Not there~"
His eyes fluttered shut tightly.
"Shit, they don't look too good, do they? Even that alien, but Carter looks terrible."
"Whatever happened, it can't have been pretty!"
"Do you think the colonel and the doc are dead?
"Have to be, look at how shaken she is.."
"Not necessarily. They may have been separated."
"God, look at how white she is..."
The final gasp made the room fall silent and Graham, from the back, could tell that the embarkation room had been cleared of the two returning members. The technicians ambled back to their places, no one paying any mind to the pale man in the back of the room.
Graham - who had no 'reason' not to be back on duty - eased himself shakily into his chair. He stared hard at his screen, trying not to allow the swirling fear inside him show to the others who'd all returned to their work, albeit still discussing the terrible state Sam Carter was in. As he sat there, paused in a state of mental numbness Graham was vaguely aware that his fingers, poised over his keyboard, were trembling. He curled his hands into fists to hide that as he swallowed down the sickening feelings creeping up the back of his throat.
"Hey, you missed her," Walter said when he realized Graham was beside him again. "Man, she was as white as a ghost!"
"The.. others?" His voice sounded rough, he knew it, but thankfully Harriman didn't seem to notice.
"Just Teal'c. Don't know where the colonel or the doc are. I'd hate to say it but.."
"Then don't!" Graham snapped, trembling with rage as he tightened his fists once more, almost believing he was going to win the control over his terrible fear.
"What's up your ass?" Harriman groused as he tapped at his keyboard. Under his breath, but obviously designed to be heard by the Lieutenant, he grumbled, "Sheesh, I know you think she's hot and all.."
"Oh God!" Graham groaned in enragement as he pressed the heel of his hand into his eye. He just wished Harriman would shut up and disappear, leaving him to cope with this alone.
"What?!" Walter turned towards him now. The look on his face clearly told Graham he was not going to back down from this, anytime soon.
The wrought Lieutenant shook his head silently and tried to concentrate on his work but the other officer obviously wanted to discuss this further.
"Come on, Simmons. What's with you and the Major?"
"Nothing," Graham hissed through clenched teeth as he stared at his computer screen.
"Right! Sure! Nothing!"
"Just drop it!"
"I want to know why you've.."
Out of utter frustration Graham slammed his hands against the keyboard, making his computer squeal with a high-pitched buzz. Gnashing his teeth together he stood up abruptly, knocking back his chair so that it rolled away from him, then he faced Harriman.
The florid face of the usually shy, quiet Lieutenant startled the other officer and he scrambled backwards to his feet, also sending his chair flying across to the back wall. "Christ, what's wrong with..?" He stammered as he backed up.
"Just shut the hell up for once!" Graham hissed as he clenched his fists by his sides. "Will you?"
The gray-haired man's eyes darted around to the other surprised faces in the room. He almost stammered as he said, "Sure, whatever!"
"These are people with lives that you're discussing here, like they are nothing. They are our work colleagues and they have people out there.." He tossed his hand upwards towards the surface, "who care and love them. You're joking about the state the Major was in... where the hell is your compassion? You've worked with the Major for years. You've worked with the Colonel and Doctor Jackson and you make jokes about them being lost?" The last word hitched in Graham's throat.
"Geez, man, okay.." Another Lieutenant, Parkinson, stepped forward; putting his hand on Graham's elbow hesitantly for fear the dark-haired man might turn on him next. But Graham didn't. He seemed to buckle slightly at the light touch and he turned, looking like a startled hare in headlights. He shuddered then started to drop but Telorose moved more quickly, rolling a chair beneath him as he slumped. Parkinson guided him to the worn chair and Graham flopped forward, burying his face in his hands as he tried to quell the distress within him. Harriman looked at the other two and was about to make some flippant facial gesture when he saw the reprimand in their eyes.
With a roll of her eyes, clearly showing her disgust at Harriman, Telorose squatted before Graham and peered up at his covered face. "Are you all right, Lieutenant Simmons?"
He uncovered his face and met her concerned eyes. With a faint nod he indicated that he was fine then he looked up and saw the confusion in Walter's green eyes. Regret instantly flooded his face and he shook his head as he said, "I'm sorry, Walt. I'm just.." Lost for words he merely shook his head again.
Harriman nodded, nervously, then said, "All's forgiven." It was clear he'd made a mental note never to rile up Lieutenant Simmons again.
Graham, still looking bewildered and lost, quietly thanked the concerned colleagues in a low mumble as he turned towards his computer and went back to work. The others around him exchanged silent glances then they too returned to their duties.
*
Sam was shivering on the bed in the infirmary. Janet carefully wrapped her in another gray blanket while Hammond waited patiently for the Major to sort through her thoughts.
"We left them in the cell. The Colonel ordered us to go." She shivered then sniffed tearfully.
"It's okay Sam, just take your time," Janet told her gently as she rubbed her arm through the layers of blankets.
"We made it to the Stargate," Teal'c picked up the story for her, "But it was heavily guarded by creatures like the one we encountered in the cell. So we waited."
Hammond piped up with, "The first one? The one that was.."
"Beheaded before us, yes." Teal'c's calm words belied his true inner feelings of shock that he'd felt at that moment in the cell. Despite all his years as a First Prime he'd never encountered a creature being torn asunder before him like that. He'd killed many, and watched many die, but there had been something that even unsettled him about that incident.
Sam lifted teary eyes up to Janet and was hugged more tightly in return. "They should have been right behind us."
"Now that we know exactly where you were taken and held we can send in a rescue party. We had no idea you'd traveled so far from the Gate."
Sam looked at Teal'c then muttered, "We had no idea either. But as we tried to make our way back through that forest, it became very clear to me that we were totally lost. We could still be out there, fumbling in the dark if we hadn't accidentally stumbled on the Stargate."
Hammond shook his head. "One thing I don't understand? How did you signal us if they took your equipment?"
Sam reached into her pant pocket and pulled out the GDO. "I've started hiding one of these near the Stargate of every world we land on, just in case we are ever stripped of the device."
Hammond gave a faint smile at Carter's ingenuity. "Good work, Major." She acknowledged the compliment with a slight nod of her head then leaned more heavily into her lover's embrace. "I'm sending SG's 7 and 8 through to rescue them, Major. We'll bring them home."
Sam lifted her weary head. "Sir, I'm just concerned that what happened to that alien.."
Hammond nodded and held his hand up to her to silence her. "SG 7 and 8 will do their best to bring them home alive. You rest up," he said as he watched the nurse step in behind Sam with a needle in her hand. "And we'll let you know the minute we hear anything." On that he glanced at the Doctor and Sam felt Janet nod. He reached out, patted Sam then Teal'c on the arm before he left the room. Sam looked at Teal'c and he reached his hand out to rest on her shoulder. Janet gave the signal for the nurse to step up to Sam and give her the injection of tranquilizer.
*
Graham's head ached. He hated being in this position, physically and emotionally. Emotionally he had to pretend everything was all right when it damn well wasn't! Daniel was missing - yet again - and he had to play good soldier and go on as if nothing was the matter and that his world was not falling apart. Physically he was leaning against the console, his head supported by one hand pressed against his cheek and his eyes fighting sleep. He knew he couldn't fall asleep but suddenly he didn't seem able to stop himself. The heavy lids closed over, but he forced them open. They closed over again, but he forced them open. They closed once more....
Loud klaxons made him jump and he stared down at the gate room while others crowded around him to peer down at the incoming traveler. "SG-7's iris code, Sir," Harriman announced before he slid the gray shield open. Graham felt the bodies press against his shoulder and he wanted to tell them all to get the hell back away from him, but he couldn't. Sandwiched tightly he could do nothing but watch as the mercurial wall shimmered and SG-7, followed by Jack and Daniel, entered on the ramp. A triumphant cheer came up in the control room and Graham couldn't hide his whoop of happiness when he saw Daniel walk down the ramp, unharmed in any visual way. The two returning men stopped to talk to Hammond but Graham's heart skipped a beat as Daniel turned his face and looked up at him, giving him a shiny smile.
So elated was he about Daniel being back, and so desperate to hold him once more, Graham pushed back his chair, ran from the room and straight into the gate room before he gave thought to what he was about to do.
Hammond sensed the lieutenant behind him and was midway through talking with Daniel and Jack when the young man stepped onto the base of the ramp with them.
"Lieutenant?" Hammond asked, but Graham only had eyes for Daniel.
"Thank god you're back!" He said with a smile that would have powered the base if it could be harnessed. Daniel smiled in return and the two men embraced on the ramp, amidst confused expressions around them, the most confused being General Hammond's.
Graham pulled back and clapped Daniel's face between his hands as he laughed with relief and said, "You are so *not* going on another mission anytime soon!"
Before he could protest Daniel was pulled into a passionate kiss and his hands flailed around slightly before he stepped against his lover's body more closely and wrapped strong arms around him, totally giving into the very public display of their love.
Graham couldn't get over how good Daniel tasted, how soft his mouth felt against his own, how thorough his tongue was in its exploration of his mouth. He felt elated by the kiss, like he was lifted off the ground and held above it as their tongues dueled desperately and their arms held each other tightly. As they finally pulled back Graham nudged their noses together and whispered, "I love you..."
Jack leaned towards them and said, "You didn't need to whisper that.." His eyes indicated to the many faces watching them, transfixed in their attention.
Graham blushed as he turned back to Daniel and said, "I don't care.." He cupped the back of his lover's head once more and they pulled into another passionate kiss.
A sharp nudge to his arm shot Graham's elbow off the console before him and he opened his eyes and saw Harriman sitting beside him. "Don't fall asleep on me!"
Graham muttered something about falling asleep on him being the last thing he'd ever want to do and the other man laughed. "Good. Hate to be left to do all the work myself." He'd clearly missed the barb in Graham's words.
The lieutenant was disappointed that it had just been a dream. A hot sensation seeped down his spine as he thought about how a kiss like that would damage the both of them in real life, but he wasn't as upset about that as he was about the fact that Daniel still wasn't home.
<End of Part 108>
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