NOTE:  Please be aware that this story is INCOMPLETE and will remain so for some time...

Jack studied the candle intently, seemingly mesmerized by the gentle flickering light, and lost in the way the flame danced over the molten wax. His food was forgotten; fork poised with a mouthful of delicious chicken on the barely touched mound on his plate. His eyes narrowed as if he was trying to see into the very heart of the luminous glow.

Daniel watched him closely, aware that Jack hadn't blinked in some time and his own eyes were beginning to water in compensation. He lowered his fork to the plate and wiped the blue linen napkin across his lips before reaching forward for his wine. Taking a long slow sip he realized he was blinking rapidly as he stared at the motionless man. He peeled his glasses from his face, placing them by his dinner as he rubbed the side of his index finger against his eyelid, wiping a small drop of moisture from its corner in the process. Despite the details Jack had disclosed while he prepared the meal, Daniel knew that this mission was like no other for his friend and wondered if he wasn't reliving some of the horror now. Quietly he clasped his hands together in front of him and rested his chin on his extended thumbs. He sat, quietly observing Jack.

.o0o.

General George Hammond had come to regard the entire team of SG-1 as some sort of surrogate family since his own now lived in other corners of the world. Captain Samantha Carter impressed the older officer with her delicate balance of intelligence, wisdom and compassion. She was not affectionate with him at all and in that way she really reminded him of his own daughter, Carla, so much. Teal'c - well there wasn't really a family member Teal'c reminded him of, but he was sure glad the Jaffa was on their side! Without doubt Jack was the curmudgeonly uncle of the group but it was with Daniel that he seemed to have his greatest affinity.

The young archaeologist and he had an unspoken understanding existing between them that grew from quite a hostile start really. However, over the years he had come to realize that Daniel was an intelligent man of honor, of integrity and someone who spoke, and followed, his heart. So refreshing in a world where that sort of trait was driven down in lieu of compliance and obedience like it was in the military. He admired and respected the scientist for his passion in the same way he admired and respected Colonel O'Neill's military adept. He quietly enjoyed watching the clumsy archaeologist grow and bloom into a confident yet compassionate fighter and team member under the skillful tuition of the older colonel. In return, he watched as Daniel's empathy and diplomatic approach seemed to be having some affect on the crusty colonel as well. They were good together. Hell, who was he kidding, they were great together! The whole team was learning and growing - together - and Hammond was never more proud of a team under his command in his life.

So it was of little surprise to him that Daniel came to see him once Jack had left the base that afternoon. He was expecting any one or another of the team to approach him about the colonel's sudden disappearance and when Daniel appeared at his door, he took him to be the spokesperson for the entire team. Quietly he'd listened as the scientist asked coolly why Jack had been sent away and inquired as to when he was due back. Realizing that Colonel O'Neill was not one for explanations at the best of times, Hammond knew that SG-1 would have been given even less information about this exercise than he'd given the colonel, and left to wonder, and ponder, it alone in the colonel's wake.

The general had laid his clasped hands onto the desk in front of him and shook his head, telling Daniel that he had no way of knowing when, or .o0o. if .o0o., the colonel was coming home again. He was sorry, and Daniel could see the sincerity in the sharp blue eyes, but that didn't stop him from rolling his eyes as he shook his head, mumbling something barely audible, as he looked everywhere but at the General. Words like 'not fair', 'decent good-bye', and 'he might die' come from the small sad mouth before Daniel reigned in his emotions and clamped his lips shut tightly, forcing dimples to pop onto the surface of his smooth cheeks.

Hammond sat up straighter as he saw something in Daniel's posture, and in his eyes, that tweaked his interest and reminded him of his own son, Jerry. He recalled a conversation with him, how the young man had confessed to him, the long-term career officer, that he was giving up the military life and settling down. Hammond had shrugged and asked why he couldn't stay on despite starting a family, citing several names as examples of family men in the service of their country. Jerry had shook his head and told his father that he was not starting a family, but leaving the military - to live with his male lover. The news hit the general hard. He denied it, refused to believe it and blatantly recoiled as his son tried to introduce his partner, Simon, to him. Even now, after years had passed, he could still see the look of devastation in his beloved boy's blue eyes as he backed away and left him standing in the middle of his small rented apartment, totally abandoned.

It was over a year before he saw his son again. They met over a hospital bed where Jerry's partner was slowly dying. All of Hammond's anger, the betrayal he felt and the hostilities he'd simmered by throwing himself more and more deeply into his career almost cost him dearly. It cost him a precious year of his son's life and it almost cost him his son altogether - Jerry also died later that year. In the months to follow Simon's death, Hammond stayed close to his son and came to realize that nothing mattered but the pursuit of happiness. He was pleased he managed to tell Jerry that before he died and in his personal show of understanding and contrition, he had the two men buried in the same plot, so that they could live eternity with each other.

With that in his heart, and knowing what little he .o0o.unofficially .o0o. knew about O'Neill's history, he wondered if something other than friendship was between these men. He was instantly reminded of the uncharacteristic show of affection from the colonel towards the scientist when they saved earth from Apophis. He recalled the hug, and the intimate face holding that O'Neill greeted the returned man with. Thinking nothing of it, Hammond had rejoiced with the rest of the team as they celebrated the defeat of the Goa'uld and the resurrection of Dr Jackson. He also recalled how he walked along the corridor on his way home that evening while the two men walked ahead of him, Jack's arm casually thrown across Daniel's shoulders as they headed out of the base together. Strange. It never gave him cause to wonder back then because everyone was pretty elated that afternoon.

Yet now, now he wondered. There seemed no mistake in his mind, as Daniel's hand scrubbed down his face as he considered the notion that he may never see Jack again, that the younger man was on the verge of quietly breaking down. Knowing that this mission may go to hell and that the colonel may well die out there was obviously playing on the scientist's mind and making him face some realities. The distressed blue eyes seemed to beseech him for some more positive information but Hammond had none to give. He did get up, put his arm across the back of Daniel's shoulders as he told the younger man that he would, unofficially, keep him appraised of any updates he received. Daniel had mumbled such a soft 'thank you' that the older man squeezed the thick shoulder tightly, suggesting he take the rest of the day off. Daniel had nodded then gone to the door. It was here he swung around and stared, wide eyed, at the knowing General. With a kindly smile, Hammond told him to go home. Daniel blinked; still not sure he fully understood his own thoughts and feelings on all this. Hammond had shooed him away with a flick of his hand, then returned to the other side of his desk, a small part of him wondering if Daniel wasn't aware of his attraction to Jack until right at that point of time. If that was truly the case, the young man had a lot to think about in O'Neill's absence.

Walking back to his office Daniel was left to ponder on the General's strange reaction. Why did he seem to know, and accept, this even before Daniel could get his head around it? Try as he might, he couldn't work through the thoughts muddling his mind. Day and night, and night and day, for the entire time Jack was gone it was the ever-present thought in his mind. It got to be that on waking he wondered what Jack was doing and silently praying that he wasn't harmed in the night, and each night he thanked his god that there was no news of Jack being hurt that day.

He still carried on with missions and was there to support Sam whenever she needed it, but everything felt strange to him, especially Sam running the show, and he started to long for Jack's return. And long he did. Right up until that afternoon when Hammond called him to tell him that Jack was on his way home. Daniel had left immediately and stopped by the house to gauge what food they might need. All Hammond told him was that the drive home was going to be very long and that he would get in very late. Daniel decided that a late supper was in order, considering the 8 hour drive back into town from where ever it was they were.

He made himself a cup of coffee and sat in the living room, compiling a shopping list for the dinner. He realized his head felt light and his heart was rapid even as he wrote, but he didn't care. He was excited by the prospect of Jack's return, and allowed himself to miss his friend. He stoked a fire so that the house would be warm when he returned from the store and he drained the last of his drink before heading out. And it was on his return that he found his friend, in the dark house, wondering who had been 'sleeping in his chair'.

.o0o.

"Jack," Daniel called in a soft voice filled with quiet concern. The dark orbs finally blinked slowly a few times, misting up as the lids slid over the dried surface. They moved to focus onto Daniel's face.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," Jack said in a husky whisper, sounding more than a little distracted.

"That's because I haven't said anything," Daniel told him.

"Ah." The older man nodded slightly, his finger absently flicking through the flame, the other hand still clutching the forgotten fork. Daniel swiped the napkin over his lips again then placed it onto the table, his hand on top of it.

"You're tired. I'll go so you can get some.."

The sudden movement of Jack's hand to cover the one on the blue cloth startled Daniel a little. He looked into the sad eyes.

"I'm sorry," Jack said with a thick voice. "Stay and finish your dinner.."

"Only if you'll actually start yours!"

The tired face creased with a wisp of a smile, his lower cheek dimpled slightly as he looked down at the meal in front of him. He put a fork full of the tepid dinner in his mouth. The taste exploded on his tongue, and he smiled, more fully this time as he pointed to the plate with his fork.

"This is.." He swallowed then smiled at his dinner companion, "this is great! Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"Oh, out of one of your cook books!" Daniel shrugged nonchalantly then grinned shyly as he looked at Jack. The colonel tilted his face as his own smile broadened.

"Yeah?" Jack looked in the direction of the kitchen then back to Daniel. "I have cook books?" His words burst through a soft chuckle as his lower cheek dimpled more.

Daniel arched his brow slightly. "Who knew!"

Jack tapped his fingers to his chest then shrugged. "I didn't!"

Daniel laughed, ducking his head as he gathered more food onto his fork. Jack watched him; his every move was being logged for future recalling but he didn't know why. Why was it on the mission he could close his eyes and only truly recall Daniel's face clearly? With Sam he wasn't sure if her eyes were blue or green, with Teal'c, well he couldn't recall much more than large lips, and a gold tattoo. At least he knew his eyes were brown. Or were they black? He was an alien -after all- perhaps they 'were' black. All he did know for sure was, as he looked up to meet Daniel's eyes once more, was that the space monkey had blue eyes.

Blue like crystal clear water. Bluer than the sky on a cloudless day.

He became acutely aware that his breathing had deepened.

//Don't do this, O'Neill,// he warned himself.

Daniel lowered his fork to his food once more. Fidgeting uncomfortably, he swiped the napkin over his lips again, then toyed with the knife and fork on his plate before looking up. "Jack, this was unfair. You're clearly tired. I'll go and let you sleep." He pushed himself up, gathering his glasses in the process, and the only thing Jack was intensely aware of was the way the forearms rippled with movement. He tore his eyes upwards, to meet the bespectacled gaze of the man now standing before him.

"Daniel," he said in a low growl but the scientist was across to the front door before he knew it, already shrugging on his coat before Jack could untangle his legs from under the table.

With the door knob in his fist, Daniel shot a quick look over his shoulder and said, "Welcome home, Jack."

The colonel half hopped, half skipped over to the door and placed his hand on it, shutting it again and preventing Daniel's escape.

"I'm too wound up to sleep, Daniel. You may as well stay," he said flatly.

The younger man stared into the red tinged eyes, saw a sadness there that wasn't there four weeks ago. He nibbled his lips together then asked, "If I stay, will you talk about it?"

With that simple question Jack sighed heavily, releasing tension from muscles he didn't even know he had. A slight nod was all he could manage and Daniel saw how weary he was. Guiding Jack, he led him to the warm living room, placing him on his favorite spot on the sofa as he backed himself up into the nearby single chair.

"It was a bloodbath," Jack said on a quiet whisper. Daniel's eyes closed quickly then he pursed his lips before looking across the dim room to his friend. Jack had stopped talking, instead he was pressing the heel of his hand against his eye, driving it hard against the orb, trying to drill out the pain behind there.

"At least you survived," Daniel said softly. Jack's hand movement ceased and he pulled it way slowly. The mere look in his eyes told Daniel that 'that' was not the point, but the scientist didn't care. It 'was' the point to him.

"Try telling that to the families of the men that didn't.."

Daniel's eyes flicked around the room, he didn't care about the nameless, faceless others. He knew he should, and maybe he used to, but he'd hardened and now his only concern was his team and most importantly - Jack. If he was brutally honest with himself, he had always been a little selfish. Making the rest of the team change their initial plans in order to go after Apophis on the Nox world so that he might find Sha're. He'd softened the offer to Jack, of course, with the notion that they might find Skaara, but he was head strong enough to know he wanted things done 'his' way on that mission. The same with the Goa'uld larvae on Chulak. Sam told him they'd be no better than the Goa'uld if he were to kill the defenseless creatures - but he didn't care. They had taken from him, and from his friend, and they were going to continue to take and destroy. The line had to be drawn. 'He' had to draw it. And he did - in his own small way. While he knew he should be more compassionate about a lot more issues, he was realistic enough to only really care about a few things in life. Jack was one of them. Probably the most important of them now. He shifted uneasily in his chair and heard the heavy sigh from Jack across the room.

"I'm sorry, Danny.."

"Maybe that was the wrong thing to say," he said, lowering his face to stare at his hands in his lap.

"It was probably the only thing you could say," Jack said, glad to see the face lift up to look at him once more. Rubbing his hand against the back of his neck, he squeezed the tight muscles hard.

"I'll work on my compassion," Daniel murmured as he watched Jack's eyes squeeze shut tightly.

"Your compassion's fine, Daniel," Jack said, then opened his eyes to look at him. "So's your loyalty."

The brow on the younger man loosened slightly. "Have you got a headache?"

With a loud grunt, Jack nodded and massaged his throbbing neck again. He gave a slight smile as he hinted, "I could always use one of those famous Dr. Daniel Jackson Massages."

Daniel rolled his eyes as he pressed himself up from his chair. "Sam should never have said anything!" He muttered, making his way over to the sofa Jack was sitting on.

"What? And deny us all the best masseuse on base?" The older man teased, shifting to allow Daniel to sit behind him.

"Maybe I should start charging a fee then," Daniel said, laying his warm hands on the back of Jack's neck.

The tense man gave a soft sigh as the warm skin touched his own. He was aware of the soft tingle that flittered under the touch whenever and wherever Daniel stroked his skin. He felt the tug of the strong hands, kneading and squeezing the aching muscles, knotted so tightly that they felt like stone.

Daniel's hands shifted to cup Jack's neck, his thumbs used to press the flesh, to dig through to the rock hard knots there beneath the surface.

"Jesus Jack! You're so tight!" Daniel said as he probed and stroked, squeezed and softened the muscles beneath his hands.

Jack's head lowered forward further as he allowed the expert room to work. He was so tuned into the skin pressing his that he could recognize the feel of the tacky palm as it lifted off his neck, then he welcomed the warmth as it laid back onto the skin. Sam's appraisal of Daniel's massages was no exaggeration. Jack felt like putty in these more than expert hands. He even found himself moaning softly as Daniel worked on him, making him pliable in more ways than one.

Jack couldn't remember the last time he had a massage. A non- sexual one at least. It had to have been years and he forgot how great they could make you feel. His body shimmered with a sort of gentle quickening as Daniel's hands glided over his skin, moving down to get between Jack's shirt and his shoulders, working and kneading until the muscle loosened. He felt the thumbs trace the edge of his muscles, then the fingertips rained over the skin lightly, sending a shiver down Jack's spine. Daniel gripped the shoulders as he peered around to see the other man's face.

"You okay?" He asked, having felt the shudder.

Almost breathless, Jack nodded and slowly opened his eyes. "Just peachy."

"Ah," Daniel said as he returned to his actions. He continued to work on his friend until his hands had started to ache, the pads at the base of his thumbs burning from repetition. With a light pat he indicated that the massage was now over. Jack reluctantly straightened up, unaware he'd even leaned towards the touch until it was no longer there, supporting and holding him upright. He tugged the front of his top back down into place, having been shifted by Daniel for better access.

"Did that help?" Daniel asked. Jack turned to look at him, seeing the way the blue eyes crinkled with his smile.

"Yeah," was all he could think of to say, taken so intensely by the look on the younger man's face. His attention was drawn to Daniel's lap, where he was massaging the palm of one hand with the other. "What happened?"

Daniel shrugged and tossed his hands apart. "It's nothing. Just a little muscle burn," he confessed. Jack picked up one hand and laid it in his palm, using the knuckle of his bent middle finger to gently press into it. Daniel sighed softly. It felt nice and seemed to hit the perfect trigger point.

Jack moved his hand so that his thumbs could now administer the attention. He rubbed them over the callused palm as he concentrated on providing relief to his friend. Daniel allowed his eyes to close as he enjoyed the pampering.

"I know something that will make you feel really good," Jack said, forcing the blue eyes to open quickly. With a smile he announced, "coffee!"

Daniel was well aware his cheeks were burning for it was as if Jack had read his mind. Daniel was just beginning to wonder what magic those hands and that grip might do to other aching muscles in his body when Jack muttered that innocent line.

"Thanks. I'd love one," Daniel managed to say quietly. The colonel patted his thigh as he stood up. Shrugging his shoulders, then rolling them slightly he said, "You really have talented hands Daniel," before heading out of the room.

Rolling his eyes slightly Daniel retorted, in his own head, "sure, let me show you just how talented!" as he sat back against the sofa and laid his head on the soft cushion.

.o0o.

"Danny." The soft whisper filtered through the hazy mind. Daniel was aware of softness, in both the voice and against his face. And warmth. Engulfing, protective warmth. He felt like he was floating on a cloud.

"Dan-ny.. Oh, Dan-ny Boy.." Jack called to him again in a low voice, a smile evident in the tone. Eventually the eyelids flickered open and the blue eyes finally came into focus.

"Good morning," Jack laughed lightly. Daniel blinked, squeezing his eyes shut tightly then opened them again, straining to make them come into focus. The room was bright and Jack was wet. Showered perhaps? His hair stuck to his forehead. With a smile on his lips, his head tilted to match Daniel's eye line.

With a deep growl, the sleepy man pushed himself up into a sitting position, then blinked some more, unable to believe that it was morning now. He looked at his friend. He could see that Jack still looked tired. His eyes looked red and sleep depraved.

"Jack, I'm sorry.." he moaned sincerely. "The last thing I remember.." He watched as Jack gave a laconic shrug then reached behind himself to produce a cup of coffee. ".. was you going to get me a coffee.." The scientist sat all the way up, dropping his feet to the floor as he took the hot cup from Jack. "Thanks."

Jack slid off the coffee table and sat beside his friend once more, groaning as if the movement was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do.

"I came back and you were fast asleep, sitting propped up against the back of the sofa. I laid you down, grabbed a quilt and left you to it."

Daniel turned his concerned gaze onto Jack. "How did you sleep?" He already knew that answer.

"Badly," Jack confessed candidly, rubbing his hand over his stubbled chin.

Daniel nodded. "So I see."

Jack frowned. "Yeah? I thought the shower might have helped," he said, sounding disappointed.

"Well if it did, you must have really looked like shit, Jack."

The colonel took a long hard look at Daniel. "You know, that's one of the things I like about you so much. Your tact."

Daniel laughed and put his cup down. "I'm rather proud of it myself," he quipped, grinning at his now laughing friend. Whether the light had changed in the room or the smile and laughter was doing Jack some good, but he really did look better than a moment ago.

"Well, it's good to hear you laugh again, Jack."

Quickly, as if the horrors of the past month suddenly came flooding bad to haunt him, Jack's face changed. It grew gray, and the eyes darkened. He arched his brow then shrugged as he clasped his hands into his lap.

"There hasn't been a lot to laugh about for the past month."

Shaking his head, Daniel sighed sadly and said, "God, it must have been awful!"

Jack rubbed his hand over his face then looked at his compassionate friend. "It was. In everything you and I have been through, everything we've seen, nothing compares to this, Danny..." His voice hissed with sad regret.

Daniel felt the fear rising within him. Even with all the sleepless nights he'd had, fearing for Jack's safety in some dark hole in the world, dreaming and imagining the worst terrors he could, he never came close to the reality of it, if what he was sensing from his friend now was any indication. They looked at each other for a long time, then, without thinking, Daniel covered Jack's hand with one of his own and said honestly, "I'm so glad you're home.."

Jack's other hand came over the top of Daniel's, clutching it tightly, almost fearing to let go. They remained locked in an intense stare, Daniel wishing he could say or do something to alleviate the pain in Jack's eyes - Jack almost too scared to let go of the warmth of the hand in his own, for fear he'd be yanked back to the cold trench once more. It was almost like the comfort and warmth he'd felt the past twelve hours was just another of his fantasies of being at home when where he really was was up to his ass in cold, merciless mud. His grip tightened on Daniel's hand and the younger man looked down, seeing the tension in the hand. He slipped his other hand over Jack's.

"It's alright," he promised him softly, "It's alright!" His thumb brushed over the back of Jack's hand. The colonel looked down at the simple caress.

"Is it?" He questioned in disbelief then he shivered suddenly.

Daniel touched his hand to Jack's clammy cheek.

"Jesus, Jack!" He pressed his palm against the older man's forehead. "You're sick! Why the hell didn't you say something?"

Jack shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, peering out from under the hand still pressed to his head. "Don't fret!"

Daniel moved his hand to cup Jack's cheek and he watched as the other man slowly closed his eyes and nudged against the warm palm. "Don't fret? Look at you! You're sick and you haven't slept. Come on!" He got to his feet and put his arm around Jack as he led him to the bedroom.

"You're going to get some sleep if I have to stay there and see to it myself!"

Jack allowed Daniel to dominate him because he liked the idea of Daniel staying to watch him sleep.

Daniel had decided that he didn't like the color of Jack, so he called a neighbor, asking them to feed his fish for him, before settling himself in for the rest of the day. Sitting curled up on the sofa; he had the television on while he read a book on astrology that he'd discovered on Jack's burgeoning bookshelf. He was sipping a coffee when he heard the sound of a raised voice. Getting up quickly, he put the book and cup down, and went along to the bedroom. Jack was there, thrashing about on top of the bed, the quilt long gone down the side of the bed. The young scientist frowned as he went around the bed; his socked feet making dull thumping sounds on Jack's highly polished wooden floor. He reached down, gathered up the quilt and was about to toss it over Jack when the restless man went quiet again.

Face down on his stomach, his hands lost beneath the pillows above him, Jack seemed to be again in a deep sleep. Daniel folded the quilt into his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand sweeping across the sleeping man's forehead. It was cold and damp and Daniel rubbed his fingers together absently as he tried to think about the best thing to do. Now that Jack was peaceful again, he didn't see the point in waking him for some kind of medicine. He decided that Jack just needed sleep. Getting up again, he flicked the quilt out and allowed it to waft down onto the sleeping man. With a small smile to himself, over how cute Jack looked all tucked in bed like that, he quietly shut the door as he left the room before starting down the hall.

He went and cleaned the dishes from the dinner the night before and he was wiping them up when he heard a very distressed call from Jack. Putting the dish down quickly, Daniel headed to the room as fast as he could. Jack was half in, half out of the bed; his arm supporting his weight or else he'd have fallen face down out of the bed onto the hard floor.

"Jack?"

"I'm caught!" Jack hissed, thrashing his feet to try to unravel the quilt tightly trapped around his ankles. Daniel raced across to help him, and then he carefully eased Jack up right, helping him stand. Jack made a sudden movement and Daniel, thinking he was about to fall, gripped him tighter. Unfortunately, what Jack needed to do was go to the bathroom - quickly. Instead he was caught by the good intentions of his friend and promptly threw up all over the front of Daniel.

"Jesus Jack!" Daniel looked down at the mess of his top and pants then up at the contrite man.

"Oh, Danny.." Jack said as he shook his head in apology. Daniel pulled back from him; the smell of bile on Jack's breath was unbearable. He released his friend and watched, dumbfoundedly, as Jack stumbled to the bathroom. He looked back down at his shirt, stuck against his skin by the contents of Jack's stomach. Thankfully, he thought to himself, Jack had only had coffee all morning!

When the ill man returned to the room he glimpsed over at Daniel before falling face down onto the bed once more. Daniel frowned. Jack had caught some of the splash as well and should really change his clothing, but all Daniel could do was move to his side to check he was still okay. One watery brown eye looked up at him, then down to where the sodden shirt stuck to Daniel.

The anthropologist followed his gaze, carefully pinching a dry speck of top between his thumb and finger and easing the wet shirt from his skin.

"Sorry, Danny-" Jack mumbled against his own biceps muscle, his arm tucked under his face.

"It's-" Daniel shrugged then looked at Jack. "It's okay." He knew Jack felt bad enough without making an issue of this. All he had to do was wash his top and shower himself and things would be fine again. No point making Jack feel worse than he already did. "Help yourself to a clean shirt-" Jack mumbled weakly.

Daniel squatted beside the bed then stood quickly again when the warm top pressed against his skin again. It really was an uncomfortable feeling! Raising his hands over his head he dropped them down his back and carefully gathered up the back of his top with his fingers until he felt the hemline. Cautiously he eased the shirt up over the back of his head, so that the front remained away from his face, then he dropped the top to the floor.

"Oh.. god-" Jack moaned as he closed his eyes. Daniel squatted again and touched his hand to the back of Jack's head.

"You okay?" He asked in concern. The dark eye opened again, then moved down to Daniel's bare chest. Daniel followed his gaze once more then reached down for the discarded top and wiped his chest dry with the clean back of the top. He dropped it once more and looked at Jack. The dark eye closed slowly.

"Look, don't worry about this," Daniel said gently, his hand caressing Jack's head lightly.

Things were silent for a few moments while Jack laid there, the image of a bare chested Daniel caressing his head filled his mind. This could not be happening. He opened his eyes again and saw the small smile on his friend's face.

"You're still here.." //You're no apparition.//

"Yes, of course!" //Where else would I be if you need me?//

"I feel.... strange.." Jack admitted, but was admitting to more than just the state of his head and stomach. He was admitting to the state of his heart and groin, which was surprisingly rigid considering his weakened state. He looked at Daniel again, and again he saw the concerned smile - just for him.

"I'm going to call Janet," Daniel told him. "I want her to look at you."

Jack untucked the hand from under his head and reached for Daniel's wrist, preventing the younger man from putting in the call.

"I just.. I need to sleep," Jack said softly. Daniel moved to kneel on the floor and brought his other hand up to touch Jack's cheek. The colonel's eye closed slowly at the touch.

"Then sleep," Daniel said in a soft whisper. "I'll be here if you need me."

"You won't go home?" Jack made it sound more of a surprised question than the plea it really was.

"No, I'll stay a little while. You sleep," Daniel said, smiling gently at him and shifting his fingers to force Jack's eyes shut. The colonel tingled at the intimate touch but his eyes remained closed and before long, he was fast asleep again.

After staying too long and watching Jack sleep Daniel shook himself into action. He reached down and picked up the soiled top then he slowly rose to his feet again. He went over and pulled the drapes closed, dulling the light in the room slightly. Then he went back over to the bed. Jack's hands were fisted with tight clutches of bedding and Daniel tilted his head to see Jack's face clearly. The lips were a little blue and the face ghostly white. Daniel nibbled his bottom lip as he sunk onto the side of the bed and considered what his next move should be. The sleeping man woke with a soft, raspy moan.

"Danny..?"

"I'm here, Jack." He touched his hand to his friend's shoulder, knowing he was out of view to him. There was a soft response but Daniel didn't catch it. He soon heard the soft, rhythmic sounds of Jack's breathing as he fell back to sleep. Getting up he pulled some sweat pants and a sweatshirt from Jack's drawers and tossed them onto the end of the bed, before heading into the shower.

.o0o.

As he headed out of the room he saw Jack pressed up against the doorframe of the bedroom door, seeming to grip it for dear life. He looked very pale and his lips were even bluer. Daniel hurried over to him.

"Jack! You shouldn't be out of bed!" He said, throwing his arms around his wheezing friend's waist. One of Jack's arms went across his shoulders, his fingers digging into Daniel's naked flesh cruelly.

"I feel.. Danny.. I .. feel.." Jack collapsed, his body falling like a dead weight to the hard wooden floor. As he fell he crashed against Daniel, almost knocking him over as he scraped down his body to the floor. The towel came loose and dropped to the floor but all Daniel was concerned about was ensuring Jack didn't hit the ground too hard. So he followed him down in some attempt of softening the blow. They lay tangled together on the polished wood, arms and legs entangled, Jack's chest wedged between Daniel's damp thighs.

Daniel had no time, or need, for modesty. Jack was out cold, his breathing erratic. The naked man tried to ease his trapped leg from beneath Jack. The weight of the larger man was pressing down onto Daniel's leg and the fact that his skin was still tacky from the warm shower, made it hard to slip his leg from under Jack's chest easily. Carefully he pushed Jack off, rolling him down his leg and turning the colonel onto his stomach. He was now free and pleased that Jack was in a better position should he vomit again. Before he had a chance to stand up the telephone by Jack's bed rang. Daniel scurried to his feet, stepping over the unconscious man and reaching down to retrieve the towel from the floor. He was securing it around his waist as he reached the phone.

"Hello?"

::Doctor Jackson? Is that you?::

Daniel recognized the voice immediately. It was Dr Warner of the SGC.

"Yes."

::Is Colonel O'Neill there?::

"He is but he's not well. Your timing's impeccable! I was about to call Janet," he told him.

::No need, Doctor, we know that Colonel O'Neill's not well and Dr Fraiser's on her way over at the moment.::

Unconsciously, Daniel looked around the room for hidden cameras.

"Uh? How?"

::Several members of the Black Ops team Colonel O'Neill recently served on have been admitted to the RAAF base Hospital. We believe that there was some kind of chemical substance sprayed over them as they were leaving the area. It has just taken a while to affect them.::

They were discussing Chemical Warfare here! Daniel looked over at his friend crumpled on the floor. "What?! What the hell is it?"

::It's a substance that weakens the enemy until he becomes unconscious. We don't think it's going to kill them..::

Daniel's eyes shut at the clinical way Dr Warner was discussing Jack's fate. Then a thought crossed his mind.

"Am I in danger?"

::No, you're completely safe from what we've been able to ascertain. Unless directly sprayed onto you, the only way you can get it is to come in contact with Colonel O'Neill's blood or other body fluids..::

Daniel sighed loudly, clearly relieved. "Good. Well he hasn't bled on me."

Suddenly he heard a rattling at the front door then it opened as the diminutive doctor came bursting through. "Janet's here!" Daniel told him.

::Good. I'll leave her to it then.::

Daniel hurried to the hall in time to see Janet, her face in a worried frown, heading down the hall towards him quickly. She faltered slightly then looked up at Daniel.

"I've two other Medical Officers on my tail. I'd dress if I were you!"

That was all she said before heading into the bedroom. Daniel looked down at the towel around his waist and didn't have time to protest before he heard scuffling of feet on the front porch. He ducked into the nearest room - Jack's spare room - just in time to hear the other officers call out for the Doctor.

"I'm in here, gentlemen!" Janet called from the next room and Daniel saw the shadows pass by under the door.

Biting his bottom lip he looked around the spare room. This was the room he'd stayed in on the night he came back from Abydos. If he recalled correctly, Jack kept some things for Goodwill in the cupboard by the window. He went over to it and was relieved to see that Jack, despite his good intentions, was always too busy to make that trip to the local Goodwill bin and dispose of the box. He dropped it onto the bed then rifled through its contents. He pulled a pair of faded denim jeans from the box, holding it up and checking it in the light. There were the usual fading at the knees and butt, but Daniel had to frown at the fading on the groin. He wasn't even going to allow himself to wonder why Jack's jeans were faded across there, except to imagine being the thing he was rubbing up against as he eased his long legs into the cool denim. Carefully he pulled them up over his groin, leaving them undone as he reached in for a t-shirt. He lifted out an old hockey top and eased it over his head. Cupping the front of the faded black top in his hand, Daniel slipped it inside the front of the jeans and covered his groin with the long top, tucking it under his soft sac to keep it in place - thereby creating a protective barrier between him and the zipper. He zipped up the jeans and tuned to leave the room, stopping to roll the pants at the ankles then he padded out in his bare feet to Jack's bedroom.

Janet flicked her eyes up at him as he came into the room. Daniel was gnawing at his bottom lip as he rounded the bed to stand by her side and she noted that he hadn't taken his eyes off the man asleep in the center of the bed.

"Where's his top?" Daniel asked, seeing Jack's naked chest under the sheet tucked under his arms.

"He vomited as we picked him up," one of the male medical officers said as he tucked the sheet under the mattress on the other side of the bed.

"Oh? Again? That's what happened to me," he said as he tugged at the front of the old top he was wearing. Janet looked at the top, realizing she recognized it then she looked up at Daniel, seeing the way he was still staring at Jack.

"He's going to be okay," She told him as she readied a syringe full of clear liquid.

Daniel was distracted when the other Medical officer entered the room with a mop and bucket and began cleaning the floor. As he was turning back towards her, and Jack, Daniel asked, "what's wrong with him, Janet?"

She sighed as she looked down at the peaceful man in the bed. "Damn chemical warfare!"

Daniel looked at her and saw how worried she'd been for her friend. He touched his hand to her shoulder and she looked up at him, her dark brown eyes twinkled as she smiled. "He's going to be fine now though." She returned her attention to the syringe in her hand.

"What's that for?" Daniel asked before looking back at Jack.

As quick as lightening Janet had swabbed his arm then jabbed the needle into his muscle before Daniel could react.

"You!" She smiled as he turned to face her, his mouth opened slightly.

"Ow!" He protested now that the stinging liquid entered his body.

"Sorry Doc, but I know how you are about needles!" She smiled as she extracted the needle then rubbed his arm with another swab. He lifted his other hand to cover the injection site.

With an unimpressed scowl he looked at her. "Yeah, thanks!"

She shrugged. "It's precautionary."

Daniel rubbed his arm as he stepped up to the side of the bed. "How did you find out he was sick?"

Janet stood next to him and looked up at the worried anthropologist. "Pilson, one of the men Jack served with, was admitted to the RAAF hospital about ten hours ago. Then one by one, they all started to get sick and ..drop.."

Daniel turned to her quickly. "Drop? As in..?"

"No, we don't believe this will kill any of them. Pilson's in a very bad way, but he'll survive. It's designed to cripple the battalion I think, not kill them."

Daniel sucked in a long, slow breath, his chest expanding under his folded arms.

"Jack's one of the last to succumb. It got the weaker ones first, but him," she gave her sleeping friend a warm smile, "he's a tough cookie. Aren't you Colonel!" She reached down and touched the backs of her curled fingers to Jack's forehead. Looking over her shoulder she smiled up at Daniel. "Thankfully."

The young man nodded silently then moved his eyes to Jack once more.

"Why don't you and I go and have a coffee and leave my men to keep an eye on him" she said, seeing the concern in Daniel's eyes. Wordlessly he nodded and allowed her to lead him from the room.

.o0o.

Janet placed the hot drink in front of Daniel and smiled as she watched him check his injection site again.

"You'll survive!" She teased him. Daniel looked at her then nodded, before picking up the cup.

"Listen," he started, faltering to choose his words wisely, "I know that you.. well.. you 'know' about me.."

She tried to give him a look implying she had no idea what he was on about but he saw through it and scowled at her for even attempting it. There had been far too many intimate body checks by her on him for her to even pretend that she hadn't noticed certain things. She lowered her face and nodded slightly. Daniel laid one hand, palm down, onto the tabletop.

"Jack and I are just friends."

Her large brown eyes looked up at him. "I never implied otherwise, Doctor Jackson."

His eyes narrowed then he wet his lips quickly. Recalling the words Dr Warner had said to him, he pointed to the injection site as he told her, "we did not, or have we ever, exchanged body fluids.."

Her mouth opened with her next inhale of air and she nodded, suddenly understanding.

"Daniel," she gave him a gentle smile and laid her hand over the one on the table. "He vomited on you. I had to give one to Mike and John as well. He vomited on them also."

"Oh!" He said, taken back a little. Lowering his face, he felt the sting of a blush reach his cheeks. In that one sentence he'd given himself away to her. She'd have to know he was entertaining thoughts of the Colonel now. After a long silence he looked up and saw clearly in her eyes that she did know - now.

"Well, this makes it a little awkward then," he confessed, bringing his cup to his lips and taking in a large mouthful of the hot liquid.

She smiled as she shook her head. Quickly checking they weren't overheard she said, "Jack's a wonderful man. You wouldn't be the first person on base to have 'feelings' for him," she told him honestly. He blinked then sighed before lowering his eyes again.

"But I'm probably the last one with any chance with him," he mumbled, all too aware of the others in the house. Janet looked at her sad friend then rubbed her fingers on the back of his hand. She could offer no words of consolidation, for she had none.

"Well, anyway," Daniel sighed as he put his cup back onto the table then extracted his hand from under hers before dropping it into his lap. "I just didn't want you getting the wrong impression about us, that's all."

"Sure, Daniel. Well as his friend, are you going to be able to stay and keep an eye on him? He needs to be watched for the next 24 hours. Or do I have to haul him all the way over to the hospital?" She knew he'd agree to stay, especially given the alternative of sending Jack to hospital.

Daniel looked around, surprised. "That's it? No more tests? You know for certain he's going to be alright now?"

She gave a shrug. "That's it. We've had time to run a few tests, considering the others fell first, so I can say confidently that he's going to be fine. We caught it in time. He will need to test his urine for the next two days though." She saw the look on Daniel's face, so added, "but I'm sure he'll be well enough to do that himself. Mike's checking it now, but by the time it's due again, Jack should be awake."

Daniel pursed his lips then nodded. "Good."

"Doctor!" They heard John call from the bedroom. Both hurried up to Jack's bedroom.

"He's waking up," John said, nodding towards Jack as Janet approached him down the hall. They both went to the side of the bed where the small Doctor sat beside the lying man. Daniel stepped over to the window, brushing the drapes aside and looking out into the neighbors front yard.

Janet smiled as Jack's eyes blinked open. "Hello," she said quietly. "It's good to see you Colonel."

"Janet?" He frowned.

"You know, there are easier ways of getting me to make a house call," she said, brushing the backs of her fingers over his cheek again.

"What happened?" He asked, realizing he was still in his room at home. He looked at her again. She tilted her face as she smiled down at him.

"Without knowing it your team was sprayed with some kind of chemical that made you all violently ill. They're still running a few tests, but it looks like it's designed to cripple the enemy, not kill them."

"Cripple?"

"Not that way, Jack," she moved her hand to cover his on his chest. He nodded then flinched as his brain hurt to move.

"How did you find out?" He asked in a weak voice.

"Pilson lapsed into a coma last night. He's in the Hospital at the moment."

"Others?"

"Kondroy, Neelson, Hannersmith and Klirt all became violently ill last night. First symptom is extreme fatigue.."

"Got that," Jack muttered as he flinched again. She smiled and patted his hand lightly.

"Yeah, well. Considering the nature of your mission, extreme fatigue was just accepted as a given at the medical you got before coming home."

Jack tried to struggle into a sitting position but she laid her hand on his bare chest and held him down.

"You have a choice, Jack," she said, a smile tugging at her lips as she told him, "You can either go to the hospital for 24 hours or-" She stopped when she heard his loud growl of disapproval. With a nod, because she expected that reaction, she then added, "or Dr. Jackson will stay and keep an eye on you."

"Daniel? He's still here?" His eyes moved to try to find his friend in the room.

The younger man stepped up to the side of Jack's bed, his face tilted down to look at him, a gentle smile on his lips. "Hey, Jack."

The tired brown eyes looked over the clothes Daniel was wearing. "Nice threads."

Daniel laughed and crossed his arms over his chest as he brought his thumb up to scratch at his bottom lip.

As Janet watched the interaction a part of her wished the gentle anthropologist did have a chance with Jack - he cared so much for him! Catching Jack's attention again with a pat on his hand she continued, "Okay, Colonel. Time to get you showered!"

"Showered?" Jack tore his eyes from Daniel to look at her. "Why?" He looked worried as the two male medical officers started to peel the bedding off of him. "Err?"

Janet stood and laughed quietly. "To put it mildly, Jack, you stink."

"What?" He asked, before John knelt onto the bed and eased the colonel off carefully.

"Janet?" Jack protested but the two medical officers whisked him off to the bathroom before he could protest more. Janet turned back to Daniel and saw the concern in his blue eyes.

"Come on," she nodded towards the door again, before heading back to the kitchen again.

.o0o.

They were enjoying a new hot cup of coffee when she took the chance and looked over at Daniel, who was clearly distracted.

"Are you sure there's nothing more between you two?" She asked tactfully, clearly seeing something between them in the bedroom.

He lowered his cup as he stared blankly at her. "No."

"No, you're not sure.. or no there's-"

"No! There isn't!" He said, most definitely. She rolled her eyes. She was 'sure' she saw something between them in that interaction by the bed. Wanting to ague that fact, she kept her thoughts to herself as she rifled through the biscuit tin for another chocolate biscuit.

"I guess it would have been the best kept secret on base, if you were.." She said, biting down on the biscuit as she held his gaze.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. He pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. He was the one who should have been apologizing, not her.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm just.." He faltered as she looked up at him. Blinking quickly he gave a shy shrug. "It's 'not' going to happen and it's frustrating the hell out of me.." he admitted candidly as he curled his hand into a fist. She stared at him a long moment, tangibly feeling his desperation. She gripped his fist in her hands, making him look up at her.

"Daniel-" she started to say but his eyes drifted off her face and over her shoulders.

"Jack," he said quickly, yanking his hand from her touch. She swiveled around to see him come into view down the hallway. The colonel, freshly scrubbed, moved weakly but under his own steam as he crossed the dining room to sit beside Janet.

"How are you feeling, Colonel?" she asked, observing the way he settled himself into the chair like a man of ninety might.

"Like I just had my dignity washed down the drain," he said wearily, dropping his face to rest his hand against his cheek.

"They're trained nurses Jack. What do they care?" Daniel said, a smile evident in his voice. Jack lifted his bleary red eyes up to him.

"I'm not used to having two burly men shower with me, that's all!"

Daniel nodded and looked down at his hands toying with each other on the table before him. Jack turned to Janet slowly and groaned, "Why couldn't you have brought two good-looking nurses?"

Out of the corner of her eye Janet noted the way Daniel reacted to that comment. He sighed and lifted his cup to his mouth while looking away. She shook her head at Jack. "Colonel, don't be crass!"

Mike appeared in the hallway behind her as John headed out of the house. "We're all done, Doctor."

"Oh," she said, quickly getting up again. Daniel rose to his feet and went around to her side of the table.

"Are you on duty this afternoon?"

"I just wondered if you'd like to come and have lunch with us?" Then he dipped his face as he whispered in her ear, "I could use the help."

She looked past him to where Jack sat, head resting against the palm of one hand as he watched them. She looked up into the concerned blue eyes.

"I'll stop off on my way home, how's that?"

"Oh? You're 'asking' me?" He commented dryly. Daniel sighed as he shoved his hands into his back pockets while Janet just gave the crusty man a smile.

Waving his hand in the air by his face, Jack grumbled, "whatever!"

Daniel looked at his friend with deep concern. "Are you still tired, Jack?"

The older man nodded. "Yeah."

Jack looked around at her. "What about Pilson?"

Janet shrugged and put her hands into the pockets on her coat. "I can't really tell you anything at the moment."

"Ah," Jack nodded, then went back to playing with some spilt grains of sugar on the table. Daniel looked at Janet and blinked quickly. She gave him an understanding nod as she patted his arm.

"I'll be back in about an hour," she promised him.

Jack heard the sound of the door closing behind him then the soft rustle of thighs brushing together as Daniel came back to the table. Slowly he eased himself into the chair opposite Jack, and the colonel watched as the faded groin, nicely pouched, disappeared under the table edge.

"I see you found my goodwill box," Jack mumbled, his cheek still pressed against the palm of his hand.

"Yeah." Daniel nodded then straightened his legs out under the dining table carefully. "Thankfully, or we might have had a bit of explaining to do.."

Jack frowned. "Why?"

Daniel scratched his thumbnail over his top lip then tilted his face as he looked at Jack. "I was only in a towel when Janet arrived."

Jack thought a moment then asked, "So?"

Wetting his lips, Daniel frowned slightly. "And the medical officers might have wondered.. why. I was in a towel in your place..?"

The colonel's face grew even blanker. Finally he shrugged slightly as he mumbled, "I still don't follow you."

Either he was being obtuse or Jack really didn't see how Daniel being in a towel, in a house that was not his home, might look to others. Perhaps, Daniel thought, that was because the notion of homosexuality was so far from Jack's mind that it didn't even occur to him that others might think about it.

Lifting his cup to his lips, Daniel muttered, "let's just forget it, okay?"

Daniel stared at him a long time while he thought to himself. Of course Jack didn't worry about it. It was just something Daniel had always had to be careful of in his lifetime. The little secret that he had to make sure wasn't 'noticed' by others, for fear of being beaten to a pulp should the wrong people discover it. Discovering his attraction to Sha're surprised him almost as much as it surprised everyone else - up until that point he was strictly into men. Yet he didn't even notice how deep his feelings ran for Jack, not until that day in Hammond's office. By then it was too late. Once he'd opened that floodgate, there was no stemming the tide. It just swelled and swelled.. leading him to the present.

Daniel lowered the mug then looked at his tired friend. "You worried about the others?"

"Actually, no," Jack said, lifting his head to look Daniel square on. "I was wondering if you were alright."

"Me? I'm fine," Daniel said.

"I vomit on you, and now you're giving up your weekend to baby sit me."

Daniel shook his head as he gave a light laugh. "Firstly, yes, you did vomit on me, but-" He suddenly looked up when he remembered something, then wagged his finger at Jack before getting up and heading back towards the bathroom. Jack moved his head only slightly to follow him until he'd moved out of view down the hallway. Soon it became clear to the colonel what he was doing as he heard the sound of his washing machine start up. Daniel reappeared in the dining room and stood next to Jack as he reached across the table for his mug. Jack couldn't help but look over the rounded rump beside him. He caught his breath as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

"Jack?"

He opened them again to look directly into bright blue orbs. "Are you feeling alright?" Daniel touched his hand to the slightly flushed cheek. Jack gave a soft moan as he rubbed against his palm.

"No, I'm feeling.. light headed!"

Daniel moved to lean back against the table edge, turning away to put the cup down on his other side. Jack's eyes fell to the gathering of the jeans at Daniel's groin. The bulge, slight as it was in that position, caught his eye. As Daniel turned back around Jack lifted his eyes from the groin.

"Shall I take you to bed?" Daniel asked, his eyes owlish behind the round lenses.

//Oh God!// "Yes." //Please!!!//

Daniel cupped his hand around Jack's arm and eased him out of the chair. Lying Jack's arm across his shoulder, he put one arm around his waist and assisted him to the bedroom. Just as they made it into Jack's bedroom the older man stopped.

"What?" Daniel asked.

Jack frowned, like he was trying to drag up an old memory. "Why do I keep recalling us doing this, but you're naked?"

Daniel's eyes grew wide momentarily. "Well I wasn't naked, but we did do this earlier. I was wearing a towel. You'd gotten out of bed and I came to help you back in."

Jack raised a brow. "Towel?"

Daniel smiled shyly. "I'd had a shower after you vomited on me."

"Ah!" Jack nodded.

"And you called out so I came to check on you, tried to get you back into bed."

"Tried? What happened?" Jack asked.

"You collapsed. You don't remember any of this?"

The older man shook his head.

"Us falling to the floor?"

Jack looked down at his waist then back at him. "That would have been awkward - with you in just a towel."

"Well, it.. it fell off." Daniel shrugged. Jack frowned then unconsciously tightened his grip across Daniel's shoulders.

"Oh? Sorry."

Daniel shrugged. "You were out cold. There was no time to worry. I was more concerned with getting you off me - you were such a dead weight."

"I fell 'on' you?"

Daniel noted the way Jack's eyes dilated and his breathing grew softer. If his instinct served him right, Jack was displaying small signs of being interested in him.

The colonel's voice was low as he asked, "I fell 'on' you, while you were.. towel-less?" //And I didn't try to hump you stupid??//

Daniel took a moment to answer. The lack of any abhorrence in Jack's voice at that idea had him feeling hot prickles rise up his back and through his hair.

"Yeah," he said softly, then saw Jack's eyes soften even more. "Actually, you were kind of between my.. thighs.." he said, testing the waters. He felt the way Jack's hand tightened on his shoulder and watched as his eyes grew wide.

"Thighs?"

Daniel nodded, not breaking the stare between them to even blink.

Jack's eyes narrowed as he said, "I'm sorry.." But he didn't 'sound' sorry at all. Infact, Daniel wondered if Jack even realized he'd tugged him a little closer, their sides now pressed together firmly.

"I wouldn't worry Jack," he said, realizing his hand had been caressing Jack's stomach for a while unnoticed by either man.

"Why? You make it a habit to have men between your thighs?" Jack knew he was pushing it, he just needed to find out and this was one way of doing it..

"Not a habit.. No." Daniel said, the meaning clear, even for Jack. Shifting his footing, the colonel now faced his friend straight on. With his arm still across Daniel's shoulders, he was effectively hugging him now. Daniel's hands still remained on Jack's hip and the other was pressed against his stomach.

"Daniel, I.." Jack was silenced when Daniel placed his hand over his mouth. He dipped his eyes to look at his hand then looked back up into the cimmerian orbs. While staring at his hand he slowly slipped it around to cup Jack's cheek, allowing his thumb to brush his thin bottom lip softly. Jack shivered and Daniel shifted his hand further to pinch his chin lightly. Wordlessly they stared into each other's eyes while Daniel lightly caressed under Jack's chin with his fingers. Using his thumb to part the lips, Daniel flicked a quick look at the mouth and saw Jack's tongue lying restlessly on the tips of his bottom teeth. He stared back into the dark eyes then swept his thumb over the lips before closing his mouth over Jack's lips slowly.

To Be Continued...But I really don't know when.... sorry!!!

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