| Part 1 | Disclaimers | Warning: Graphic Sex
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Spoilers in this part: Divide and Conquer - S4
Jack O’Neill’s chocolate-colored eyes opened languidly, as the pounding in his ears grew louder and louder and the sweat pooled on his chest and taut stomach.
He was on his back, the bed squeaking quietly under him, while a golden-haired thigh brushed the side of his temple in regular sways. He could smell the scent of recent ejaculation from the man straddled over him on his hands and knees. He stared up at the body moving slowly above him; bare flesh, golden in the candlelight, smooth and so damn silky to touch.
It rocked slowly over him, face down and upside down so that the head of said body was able to be doing what it was – sucking on Jack’s cock so hard that he felt like it might rip from its base. Through lust-hazed eyes Jack saw the silvery scar on the smooth flesh - poised just above his face, beside the hipbone – and he remembered, all too vividly, the time when Daniel’s appendix burst whilst they were on a mission. It was life and death, and he thought, for many horror-filled moments, that he would finally lose Daniel, with no second chance.
Now he arched his throat and licked his tongue along the scar to taste the salty flesh. He felt the ripples build throughout him as he tenderly gnawed at the healed skin, thinking of Daniel, thinking of how much he loved Daniel, how much he desired and wanted Daniel - until he hit his orgasm.
“Oh GOD!” His body spasmed hard as he came into the eager mouth, his juices sucked from the depths of his body as if his cock was a straw. “Oh Christ.. Danny!” Jack hugged the thigh and kissed the warm flesh tenderly.
“Danny?”
The man kneeling over Jack’s sprawled body straightened up and looked down at him. Jack saw it wasn’t Daniel. The man’s name was Brad and they’d met in a bar a few hours ago.
“Sorry-” Jack growled as he rolled away from him and sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.
“That’s okay, Bud..” Brad said as he got off the other side of the bed, retrieved his boxer shorts off the floor and stepped into them. “We’ve all got our secrets,” he said, lifting his t-shirt from the end post of the bed to slip it on over his head.
Jack looked over his shoulder at the man pulling on jeans. “Thanks,” he said, hoarsely. He could taste the prophylactic that he’d used to cover ‘Brad’ as he swallowed down his guilt.
Brad ran a hand through his short, dark blond hair before he slipped on a set of glasses that were hanging by one arm off the lamp. Jack stared at him a moment - he did look like Daniel, even in this light.
Brad wet his lips, rubbed a hand over his chin then jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “I have to get going..”
Wordlessly, Jack nodded. Brad hesitated then he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and thumbed out a white business card. “If you’re ever in the mood again..” He held the card up between his two fingers then he saw the look on Jack’s face so shrugged, dropped the card onto the bedside table and said, “Look me up. Despite the name calling-” He pressed his wallet back into his pocket- “I had a ball.. well, two . actually.” He smiled but when Jack didn’t respond the smile faded quickly. “See ya,” he said as he turned and left the rumpled hotel room. Jack turned his back on the rest of the room, dropped his aching head into his hands and closed his eyes once more.
“So you see where this is going?” Daniel Jackson stood before the rest of SG-1 and General Hammond in the Briefing room at the SGC. He was using a long stick to point to some tiny, unreadable, undecipherable writing on a slide projected onto the screen, and all over his face. His eager blue eyes scouted the room for supporters. “This place is said to have mystical powers, to be over-lorded by a giant mystical being..” He was almost breathless with anticipation waiting for the others to get as excited by this discovery as he felt. He waited a while.
“And we need to go there, why?” Jack asked, barely hiding his disinterest as he screwed his face up, squinting at the man standing in the mottled light.
“Because … we have to know if it’s true.”
“We know large mystical beings are already true, Daniel. Your grandfather resides with them at the moment,” Sam Carter said. Daniel pointed and wagged a pen in her direction.
“Exactly! Maybe these are the same, or a similar race..”
“Which provides us with, what exactly?”
“With knowledge, Jack!” Daniel said, his tone growing sharper with disappointment as the colonel’s obvious disinterest. Snidely he added, “Granted it’s not something that makes a loud noise or can run a projectile through an enemy..”
“You seem to be making a loud noise about it,” the older man grumbled under his breath then he jerked his head up again and met Daniel’s glare. Despite the shadowing of the slide over Daniel’s face, Jack could see that the anthropologist was pissed off with him – again.
Daniel sighed, rolled his head back slightly and looked at the General instead, hoping his pitch was enough valid reason for allowing the mission to go ahead.
When Hammond didn’t give him an immediate reaction Daniel said, quickly, “I know it’s not a weapon. Of any kind.. but I thought SG-1 was about first contact as much as about finding ways to beat the Goa’ulds.”
Hammond’s eyes shifted towards the Major, who shrugged and suggested, “They might be a formidable ally, Sir.”
Hammond turned to look at Jack. “Colonel?”
“If Daniel wants to go and play with giant mystical beings..”
“Don’t do me any favors,” the younger man muttered bitterly as he swiped up the folder of research he’d gathered from MALP readings so far, tucked it under his arm then stormed from the room.
Jack arched his brow and looked at Hammond. “Did I miss hearing you say that this meeting was over?”
“You did not, Colonel. Please go and find Dr Jackson and inform him that I had not given him permission to leave yet.” Jack nodded and stood immediately, following in the wake of the pissed off anthropologist.
Hammond looked at Sam then Teal’c. “While we are alone, I wanted to ask the two of you a question, if I may?”
Sam turned her chair to look at Teal’c, shrugged and looked back at the General. “Sure, Sir,” she said, with a firm nod.
“What is going on between Dr Jackson and Colonel O’Neill?”
Jack found Daniel in his office. The scientist was slamming books and papers around, muttering under his breath as he did so. Jack entered the room cautiously, his fingertips trailing along the smooth surface of the counter in the center of the room as he moved around it to the tiny, cluttered desk in the corner.
“What?"Daniel snapped gruffly, not bothering to raise his head from his task.
“You left without permission.”
“So?”
“So?” Jack looked surprised. “So? So this is your job and you left without permission. You wanna come back and wait until we’re properly dismissed before storming off to sulk here in your damn lab?”
Cold, steel blue eyes bore through Jack. “I’m not sulking.”
“Yeah, right,” the older man scoffed dismissively. “Just come back and..”
“I’m not coming back.”
Jack’s face screwed up as he tilted his head and snarled slightly. “Pardon me?” When Daniel didn’t answer him he pointed to his ear and said, “That’s funny, Jackson. I could have sworn I heard you say….”
An exasperated sigh rocked the younger man as he slammed his hands onto his hips. “You heard me, Jack, and cut the bullshit.”
“Want to tell me what the hell is up with you?”
Daniel slammed the book in his hand closed and the thump it made echoed through the room. “If I go back will you leave me alone for the rest of the day?”
Jack shrugged. “Sure, why not.”
Without another word Daniel shouldered past the colonel and left the office, knowing that Jack would be in his wake soon enough.
Hammond settled in behind his large desk, clasped his hands together on the table and look at Daniel, who was sitting uncomfortably in the chair opposite him. “Doctor Jackson, do you mind telling me what the problem is?”
“Problem?”
Hammond gave a mirthless smile and bowed his head. “Son, I’m not blind and I’m not stupid.”
“I never thought you were either,” Daniel said quickly, in a soft voice. Hammond looked at him again, his eyes imploring him now. “But neither am I.” Daniel added, clenching his jaw as he awaited Hammond’s next words.
“I’m sorry?” The mirthless smile turned to a puzzled frown.
After he licked his lips nervously Daniel said, “You waited for Sam and Jack’s opinion on the mission.” He paused and held Hammond’s gaze. The General waited then gave a slight shrug. Daniel knew he wanted more information. “You don’t just take my word for it that it’s a viable mission, you ask Sam and Jack.. always.”
“SG-1 is a team, Doctor..”
“But if it’s about weapons, you never ask me if I think it’s worth going on. You accept Jack and Sam’s opinion, again, which is always yes. Where’s the team in that?”
The older man straightened up slightly and he fixed his intense gaze onto the out-spoken man. “You’re feeling like your input is undervalued?” Hammond asked. “Am I correct?”
Daniel nodded, partly relieved that Hammond didn’t blow up at him for his impertinence. “Exactly.”
“I see.”
“Today, when you checked with Jack, knowing like I did that he thought little of the whole thing judging by his rude snide comments throughout my presentation, it just..” Daniel shrugged.
“I see what you mean now, Doctor Jackson. For my part, I’m sorry. I consider you an extremely valuable member of the SG-1 team.”
Again Daniel nodded and shrugged at the same time.
“Which brings me around, somewhat awkwardly, to my next question. I’ve noticed for months now that you and Colonel O’Neill have been at..” His clasped hands parted slightly – “Odds, shall we say?”
Daniel shifted in the chair and gave a soft cough.
“Is this from the same thing?
Daniel shook his head now.
“Do you mind telling me what has happened?”
“I’m afraid I can’t..”
“Doctor Jackson, don’t think of me at this moment as the General, think of me as a friend. You can..”
“Honestly, I can’t.” Daniel repeated, this time as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his thighs and clasp his hands together. “I don’t know, myself.”
“Are you telling me the hostility is coming from the Colonel’s angle?”
“It’s not hostility..” Daniel muttered.
“What would you call it then?”
Daniel blinked and looked down at his hands but he said nothing. Hammond tilted his head, trying to look at the younger man’s face. “Doctor?”
As he rolled his head back, arching his throat, Daniel confessed, “It’s indifference. And it all started after the Thor incident… when the three of them were lost together for that week.”
Daniel tugged nervously at his tie. He hated wearing a suit but diplomatic negotiations required a diplomatic setting, and so he was forced to wear his suit. This Treaty between the Tok’Ra High Council and the President of the United States of America couldn’t be happening at a worse time, as far as he was concerned. How could he concentrate, or even care, what happened here when the fate of Sam and Jack hung in the balance since the discovery of an anomaly on their Za’tarc tests.
His mind wandered to Jack, was he still sitting in his cell? Still playing with that stupid yo-yo? As Major Paul Davis approached he allowed that thought to slip from his mind and he tugged on the front of his jacket and straightened himself up to greet his good acquaintance politely. .
Davis smiled in greeting to him. “Doctor Jackson.”
“Major Davis.” He nodded and attempted a smile, which stalled on his lips.
“Ready for the big event?” Paul seemed to relax and his person took on a friendlier manner once the formality was out of the way. He scanned the room for familiar faces, acknowledging a few with a small nod of his head and a mouthed ‘Hello’ from where he remained at Daniel’s side.
“Kinda distracted, actually-” Daniel muttered bitingly then shrugged as Paul’s green-eyed gaze fell onto him.
“Of course. Colonel O’Neill, Major Carter and the Za’Tarc machine. What’s the outcome?”
“Ah-” Daniel’s gaze flitted to the ceiling. “Jack’s about to under go a procedure that could kill him,” he said, trying to sound as calm as he could whilst he shrugged casually.
The Major’s face dropped as he saw the distress in the Doctor. Working with Daniel Jackson on recent encounters like the Foothold incident and then with the more recent metallic spider situation, which resulted in sitting beside the younger man as he angst over the decision to blow up his team leader, had brought a new level of respect between the two men.
“Daniel, I’m.. sorry,” he said in a low voice, knowing that any show of concern unsettled the Doctor.
Daniel pursed his lips together and rolled his eyes. “Meanwhile, I have to make nice with Per'sus and the President..” he muttered resentfully, comfortable in confiding such feelings to Davis, whom he considered a friend despite the fact they worked so far apart from each other.
Davis nodded glumly. “Well, for what it’s worth, I really am sorry. It’s renown how close SG-1 are. This has got to be a tough time.”
The steel-blue eyes flitted around the room, too restless to settle on any one thing. “Tough doesn’t even cover it.”
Davis didn’t get the opportunity to expand his thought before an Aide stepped up to him and whispered in his ear that the President was ready. Daniel overheard so moved into position, trying to drum Sam and Jack from his thoughts. .
Hammond entered the gate room and introduced the President of the United States to the awaiting Dignitaries and to Per’sus. As he was making the introductions Martouf stepped forward and he aimed, then fired, a Goa’uld weapon.
Bedlam erupted in the Gateroom as a shot was fired at Martouf, slowing him but not stopping his deadly pursuit of the President of the United States. Per’sus and the President ducked for cover as more military members step forward to riddle Martouf’s body with bullets. When it seemed that nothing would stop Martouf from killing Earth’s president Teal’c entered the room and fired a Zat gun at the Tok’Ra member. Martouf faltered but doggedly continued with his fatal assault.
Carter’s voice echoed around the chamber as she entered the Gateroom, zat gun poised on the advancing Tok’Ra. Martouf stumbled and fell to his knees, his face wracked with desperation as he peered up at Carter and pleaded, “Samantha.”
Sam saw, with horror, that he was about to blow himself up so she took careful aim, paused for less than a heartbeat then shot Martouf once more with the Zat gun, killing him instantly. Dazed Dignitaries and members of the Tok’Ra and of Earth got to their feet slowly as Sam Carter slumped to her knees, cradling Martouf’s head in her lap.
Daniel, with the assistance of Davis, climbed to his feet, as stunned as the rest of them by the actions that had just taken place.
“Sam?” He stepped over to his weeping friend and squatted beside her, his hand reassuringly on her back. He couldn’t think straight. If Sam was here, what did that mean in relation to the Za’tarc and if Martouf was the assassin, what were Sam and Jack’s purpose now?
Daniel stared down at Sam cradling Martouf. His stomach lurched but he held down the bile that rose to the back of his throat. Still in deep shock, he didn’t even notice it when Jack stepped over to the tearful Major and squatted before her.
“Carter..” Jack said, gently taking the lifeless body into his grasp, having to tug it from her iron fists.
“I .. I..” She looked up to meet his eyes and as she did, a tear dripped from the corner of her lashes.
“I know, Carter,” Jack said in a gentle voice, then he turned on the balls of his feet, looked over his shoulder and said, “Get medical in here, stat!”
Daniel’s mouth slammed shut and he raced from the room to find the phone in the control room. It didn’t occur to him that Medical would have been called instantly so he placed the call but even before he had hung up the phone the medical team were rushing into the Gate room.
Daniel moved to the window where he watched as Doctor Frasier and her team lifted the dead man onto the gurney and took him from the room. Jack reached his arm out and held Sam around the shoulders, holding her up as he walked the shocked and dazed woman to the infirmary.
End of part one
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