"Hey, Daniel. This look straight to you?"

"No. What are you doing?"

"It's not straight? Damn, are you sure, my marble didn't roll off."

"Your marble?"

"Yea, I used a marble instead of a spirit level. I figured that as long as it didn't roll off it must be level. Are you sure it's crooked?"

"It looks crooked to me. Why didn't you use a spirit level?"

"I don't have one. I'm not really a DIY sort of guy."

"I noticed. Which brings me back to my original question, what are you doing?"

"I'm building new shelves."

"Oh. Why?"

"They're for you."

"For me?"

"Yeah, for you. A present."

"Shelves?"

"So you have somewhere to keep your books. You're spending more time here now, so I thought you might...um...you know..."

"Keep some of my stuff here?"

"Right. Keep some of your stuff here. So...shelves."

"Jack, that's so...sweet. Thank-you."

"Well, I want you to...um..."

"Feel at home?"

"Right. I want you to feel at home. Here, with me."

"Jack, you've gone all pink. that's so..."

"Daniel, if I hear the word sweet come out of your mouth just one more time, I'll be forced to shoot you."

"I wasn't going to say sweet..."

"Good."

"I was going to say romantic."

"I am not romantic. I have never been romantic."

"Whatever you say, Jack."

"I'm just being practical. Shelves are practical. I know you, you'd just go around leaving your stuff all over the floor for people to trip over. This is not romantic, it's practical."

"Of course it is, very practical. I absolutely agree. Wouldn't want to be tripping over my stuff all the time."

"Dammit, Daniel. IT IS NOT ROMANTIC!"

"Jack, I'm agreeing with you. See, this is me agreeing with you."

"Daniel, you never agree with me. Name one time you've agreed with me."

"I agree that we belong together."

"Crap. That's sneaky."

"Doesn't stop it from being true. Do you really think that I never agree with you?"

"Well, we do seem to be butting heads a lot lately. I could understand it before we...um...uh..."

"Made love."

"Right. Before that. Actually, I'm surprised we ever got anything done with all that...um..."

"U.s.t."

"What?"

"U.s.t."

"What the hell is that?"

"Unresolved sexual tension."

"For crying out loud, where do you come up with these things."

"Hey, I didn't invent the phrase."

"Whatever. Anyway, the point I was trying to make was...um...damn, I forgot the point."

"You were saying that with all that u.s.t. floating around you're surprised we ever got anything done."

"Oh, right. So, now that it is resolved, how come we still argue about practically everything?"

"I don't think we do, Jack, not really. We're bound to disagree about the missions to a certain extent because we so often see opposite sides to each situation. You see the military side and I see the cultural."

"You don't see that as a problem?"

"No, I don't. I couldn't do my job if you weren't so good at yours. You make me feel safe, Jack. No matter how bad things get, I always trust you to get us out of trouble, and you always do. I realize how stressful being responsible for all our lives must be, so I don't blame you for getting a little grouchy at times. Obviously, I wish you'd listen to me every now and then. After all, I get paid vast sums of money to be a consultant, so it would be nice to be consulted occasionally. Jack? You still with me? It's not like you to let me talk so long without interrupting."

"You've never said anything like that before. I'm not sure I always deserve your trust, Daniel. A lot of times it's been pure luck that got us out of trouble, the rest of the time it's you, Sam or Teal'c"

"The point is, we got out. SG-1 is a team, Jack. You're the leader, but you're not alone. It's not weakness to rely on other people...our differences only make us stronger. You taught me that."

"Glad I taught you something, grasshopper. And Daniel, I do listen to you, even if I don't always show it. I've always respected your intelligence, and I learnt...very quickly...to respect your courage and integrity. Now, about that relying on others..."

"Ye-es?"

"How about helping me with these shelves?"

"Oh, I've got a much better idea."

"Daniel! No, Daniel...stop."

"You don't really mean that."

"I do. I'm busy...ooh...stop that..."

"What, That?"

"Yes...that...ahh..."

"How about this? Is this okay?"

"Daniel! No...really...I have to..."

"You really want me to stop, Jack?"

"No...yes...no...dammit Daniel, stop distracting me...I really want to finish these...aah... shelves."

"Okay, if that's what you really want. Coffee?"

"What? What are you doing?"

"I'm letting you get on and not distracting you...that's what you wanted, right? I'd hate you to think I never do as I'm told."

"Now he picks to start following orders!"

"Shame you don't want to play, I was in the mood for some wild animal sex...but if you're not interested..."

"God, you can be so aggravating, Daniel. Now get you butt back over here, on the double."

"Yes, sir. Whatever you say Colonel."

***The End***