C&C, C&C, please write C&C for me.

    Daniel Jackson. The name has more meaning to me now than ever. Daniel, the center of my world and being. Hell. did you even think Jack O'neill would be waxing poetic? 'I' never thought I'd fall for the archeologist. A 'male' Archeologist. A male archeologist who can't shut up, smiles at strangers, usually ends up targeted by said strangers, would spend his life happily digging in the dirt, can't hold his beer to save his life and gets the cutest scrunched up look when the fizz tickles his nose, and his eyes light up so they practically glow when he's telling you about one dead thing or another and his voice so soft when he's shy and that look of total devotion and concentration when we. . . , ok you get the idea.

    It took one look to tell Dannyboy was a fox and that first mission through the 'Gate to know that he was caring and brave, selfless and sweet. After that it wasn't a huge jump to wanting and from there it was only a matter of time.

    Believe it or not, it was me who said it first. Sure I never realised what those three words would bring to me, but I've never, 'ever' regretted it. Not once. So when the General Suggested we all should keep a journal after the latest 'Dan'astrophy' (Yes I have a special name for Danny's frequent disasters), I decided to write about the beginning, (and probably the end) of my existance. My lover, God I love that word, my Dannyboy first. Yes, MY Daniel. And this latest mission too, just because during this latest mission, Me and Daniel became. . . well, let me start from the beginning. It'll read smoother that way.
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    Daniel Jackson stumbled into the briefing room once again, glasses falling off of his nose and charts and whatnot piled up to his ears. The other members of SG1 were very used to it by now and all rose to help him before. . . CRASH!!!. . . too late. He stood sheepishly among the clutter he'd made and smiled, "Um. . . Hi."

    "Goodmorning Doctor Jackson." General Hammond smiled and gestured to the coffee mug at his usual seat.

    "Oh, thanks!" He began picking everything up, "I. . . ah. . . I have all of the data for the . . . ah. . ."

    "PX198-765?" Carter offered.

    "Yeah." Daniel nodded. "The markings on the wall here in the MALP picture. . ." He spread out some of the rolls of paper and pointed to what he was talking about, "They're a welcome sign."

    "You think DanielJackson," Teal'c observed, "That the people of this planet welcome people from the StarGate."

    "Yes. I think we really should check this place out, I mean if they welcome people from the gate then they must know how to keep the Goul'd contained. There's no mention or any Gods in any of the pictures just. . ."

    Jack sat back with his usual nonchalance and shrugged, "Just what?"

    "There's a lot of mention of Mothers and life."

   "Great, jus what I need, A planet full of Mothers."

    "Jack, mother could mean anything. It could be their God."

    "Even better."

    "Colonal O'Neill."

    "So are we gonna 'Gate or what?"

    Hammond nodded, "Daniel has a point. Any planet that doesn't fear the gate must have some information we can use against the Goul'd you'll leave in two days. 0900 hours. Dismissed."

    Jack caught Daniel before he could return to his rocks and grinned, "Great job Danny, we'll be on Earth for the Hockey play offs!"

    "Jack. . ."

    "Come on Space Monkey, it's a tradition. Best friends watch the playoffs together."

    Daniel gave Jack a trapped glance but finally nodded, "Alright. I'll be there."

    "I'll get the beer, you bring the corn nuts." Jack's grin couldn't have gotten any wider.

    "Regular, Ranch, or BarBQ?"

    "BarBQ! Gotta have BarBQ with hockey!"

    "I don't watch Hockey."

    Jack had been waiting to use this line on Daniel since he first found out about his total lack of interest in sports while Danny was shacking up with him those first months. "Think of this as a study of American Pop culture in action."

    "You've been sitting on that one a while haven't you."

    //Damn! Dannyboy knows me too well!// "Well Space Monkey?"

    "Alright."

    "Really? Just like that?!"

    "You owe me Jack."

    "Sure Sure, I'll save your life next time you're in trouble." He quickly left but not before Daniel huffed, "You'd do that anyway!" Oh yeah. Beer, Cornnuts, Hockey, and A doctor with a really cute butt. Life was good. Course if Danny caught him staring at said cute butt he'd probably die of shock but come on! Jack was military but he wasn't dead!
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    One thing about Daniel you can always count on is his being on time for anything that 'doesn't' have to do with work. He was at my house at exactly five minuets to game. We went through our gamely ritual of arguing over the remote and pouring all the cornnuts onto the coffee table, (For easy access) and Daniel struggling with his beer cap until finally handing it to me. I never say a word, just open it and hand it back. Amazing with all those PHDs and he can't open a bottle of brew, but it's just one more quirk to love about him. Ok getting off subject again.

    Anyway, game was boring. The final game of the year has no right being 'that' dull. No sudden death, no huge fight, no eath shaking close scores. My team was in the lead by ten points at the end of the first half. So as is my habit, I switched to Daniel watching. He looked like he was actually enjoying it! So happens he was watching the audience reactions, not the game. That's Danny for ya.

So anyway, I watched him watch the crowd and got that same achy, empty feeling that I always get when I watch him for a while. Like a piece of me is gone unless I'm with him. You know what I mean? Course you don't, your a journal. It feels like I have this overwhelming need to hold him. I be complete through him. I dreamed of doing just that. Well not 'just' that, but you know what I mean.
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    Jack stretched and yawned, laying lengthwise on the couch until his arms were over Daniel's lap and his head rested on his thigh. This was as close as he'd ever dared to get.

    "Jack?" Daniel looked concerned, "Are you tired? You really should be sleeping! You haven't been gettign enough rest."

    "Yes mom."

    "I'm serious Jack. That could slow your reaction time and get you killed."

    "I've been living like this for decades."

    "My point exactly."

    Jack rolled his eyes and got comfy. Next thing he knew, he felt himself being lifted like a baby in familiar arms and lay there with his eyes closed while Daniel struggled up the steps trying not to wake him and to keep his weight up at the same time. He must have dozed off. The colonal should have told Danny he was awake and sparred him the trouble, but he couldn't bring himself to leave that embrace. He grossly abused Daniel's kindness as a way to snuggle closer. He couldn't be held accountable for what he did in his sleep. Right?

    For a few brief moments he felt like all was right with the world. Then he was dropped into his bed. Daniel had tripped over the carpet. Jack had to smile. That was the Space Monkey alright. He currled up onto his side and relaxed, hoping Danny wouldn't see the grin.

    The Archeologist slipped the sheet and comforter over Jack's shoulders and tucked him in warmly. The soldier found himself waiting for a goodnight kiss. Still it shocked the Hell out of him when warm lips touched his forhead. Danny smiled, Jack could feel the lips turn up against his skin. Then the civilian shocked him again! He whispered, "Always wanted to do that."

    Jack was out of his mind. That had to be it! What else would explain? Hm? Nothing! Daniel could 'not' want him! He was close to ten years older than the other man! He was rude and impatient and dumb as dirt compared to Daniel and. . . and being kissed goodnight by the man of his dreams. He tilted his head to press more against those soft lips before they pulled away and smiled softly. "Danny."

    The gasp broke his fantasy. Dream Daniels didn't gasp in shock. In bliss maybe but not in shock. Shit. Not a dream then. Not a hallucination. He'd been kissed by Daniel and he wanted to feel it again. When he opened his eyes though, Danny was gone.
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    So mission time comes around and I think 'great, perfect chance to see if Danny could like me like that. I mean, big planet, old ruins, plenty of places to snag some alone time right? Heh, wrong. O'Neill luck strikes again. The planet is not only inhabited but it's inhabited by thousands of beautiful women and men. There goes my chance.

    So I resigned myself to watching Daniel get fawned over. On every inhabited planet, Daniel gets groped, or kissed, or fucked or married. Daniel is just the ideal guy to these girls. Calm but playful, curious and considerate, interested and interesting, and no one could ignore that body, hair, legs, those eyes. . . shit. I was nothing compared to what he could have. What he deserved.

    He's looking at me now. From across the conference table where he's writing his own journal entry. After this first one we can write them at home but General Hammond wants to make sure we write them so he's pushing the start. No good pushing Danie; though, no need either. He writes a journal every night. Another wonderful quirk I've been noticing since we got together. Once I teased him about writing after we'd made love. I asked if he was writing down dirty little fantasies. He gave me that scholar/lover look and smiled, 'nothing we do is dirty Jack.' God he makes me into a puddle of sap with lines like that. Anyway, the next day I found a very creative little story taped to the fridge. Daniels description of sex with me. Damn! Linguists sure know how to write to make you hot! Didn't even give him time to take off his coat before I jumped him. . . anyway.
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    Jack looked around the planet with a superior, horny, and fake smile. Sam was already taking mineral samples. Teal'c was scaning the group and gate for weaponry or other technology. Daniel was. . . shit! "Daniel!"

    He looked up at Jack and smiled a huge grin, "They speak a dialect of Arabian. This culture is amazing Jack!"

    "Sure, amazing, whatever, What is the guy doing feeling you up?!"

    Daniel blushed, "I think he's sizing up the competition." At Jack's dark look he continued, "Not that I'm competition or anything."

    "Looked like he was doing a little more than that."

    The blush darkened and Daniel turned as the natives addressed him again. One woman smiled and handed him a chubby baby boy. The architect cuddled the child and spoke softly to it as he touched each little finger. "Jack! Isn't he beautiful?"

    Jack closed his eyes at the awed sound. //Great, Daniel wants kids. There goes my last chance. But hey, he'd be a great father. His kids'll be bright and curious and cute as he is.//

    "Jack?"

    "What?"

    "They said they have three guest rooms that we can use. I guess they want Teal'c in one, Carter in one, and you and me in the last."

    "Why that arrangment?"

    "Well Carter obviously needs a private place and Teal'c amazes them, so they wanted to see how he acts alone as well as with us."

    "They're studying us?"

    "Yes, That's why I said ths culture is amazing! They learn from the stargate. Gather information from travelers through it and then use the knowledge to learn more."

    "Buncha brainiacs huh? Guess they love you."

    "Actually, they seem to think I should have children." Daniel blushed, "They say I have a lot of good attributes for a child to gain."

    Jack felt ill. Teal'c came to his rescue.

    "It is true, DanielJackson. You are a  unique man who would be a very satisfactory father."

    Carter nodded, "Yeah, you love kids."

    "Let's go settle in." Jack ordered, saving Daniel from answering that comment. "Looks like we'll be here a while."

    Daniel smiled and moved to pick up his pack but three men all gathered around it and fought for the right to carry it. Jack almost cursed at the look of wonder on the civilian's face. Hadn't anyone told him how wonderful he was?

    Their room was almost completely dominated by the huge bed. No other furniture was present except for the sink, shower, and latrine in the corner. The latrine was curtained off, the shower wasn't. //Good thing Carter got her own room.// He thoughtdistracyedly while he tried to ignore the fact that Daniel would be using that shower, in 'their' room, in plain sight. . . //I'm not going to survive this mission. Daniel's gonna kill me.//

    "Jack? You ok?"

    "Oh, yeah, great. I feel like a bug under a microscope here but yeah, I'm fine."

    Daniel smiled at his distraction tactics, not that they ever worked on the archeologist, but he had to make the effort. "You have your 'Daniel's gonna kill me' look on your face."

    //Shit! He knows the look!// "I have a 'Daniel's gonna kill me' look?"

    "You use it all the time. What did you do? Forget to request my sample case for this mission? Give me the wrong bag? Break something? Annoy someone?"

    Jack tried to look offended but it was really hard with Daniel grinning like that. "Nope. Haven't cause the apocoplypse yet."

    Daniel replied off handedly and walked toward the shower section, "Don't worry, the night is young."

    Jack's mouth opened and shut and opened again before any sound came out, "Did you just dis me?"

    "You don't know?"

    Daniel's grin was growing. Oh yeah. Jack'd been dissed. "You did! I'm so proud of you!" Jack pulled Daniel into a playful hug and tickled his sides.

    "Ah! Jack! No!!! I'm too. . . ahahaha. . . I'm too ticklish. . . hehehe. Stop that!"

    Jack noticed two things at the same time. One, Daniel was wriggling dangerously close to his raising cock and two, he was stripped down to his boxers since he'd been getting ready to shower. Jack froze, not knowing what to do. He wanted to keep holdinng Danny, knew he should let go, and knew if he did let go he'd need a reason. "I'm going to unpack, take a shower, you're so dusty you're gonna make me snease."

    "I've got medications for that."

    "Smart ass."

    "Thank you."

    Jack gave up. One thing about arguing with a linguist, you can't win. He moved to open the packs and hide his hard on. When the water started he despiritly fought not to look. When Daniel moaned in contentment he lost the fight. Looking over the side of the bed from his place on the floor, Jack felt his whole body jump at the site of a wet and naked Daniel jackson running soapy hands over his body.

    "Daniel." Jack whispered and undid his fly, slipping his hand down to stroke himself. He had to get rid of that ragging hard on before Danny put his glasses back on or he'd be busted and he'd lose Danny for good. He kept his eyes glued to Daniel while he washed and the colonal stroked himself harder.

    "Jack? Are you still in here?" Daniel asked.

    Jack couldn't answer, he was too hot. Strung too tight. Daniel would hear his need.

    When he didn't answer, Daniel must have decided he'd left because he took his own cock into his palm. Jack noticed how hard it was and his breath caught. God Danny was beautiful! He gasped silently as he came and cleaned up quietly while Daniel brought himself off with a hoarse cry. The name caught in his throat but it sounded a lot like 'Jack'.
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    I was so hopeful. I've never wished for anything more than for Danny to have meant me. I pretended to come back inside and Daniel had this full body blush going when he noticed the seman was still on the shower wall. I didn't say anything. I was still in hopeful shock. It's an interesting state. Really is. Anyway before either of us could say anything someone knocked and told us dinner was almost done. I took a quick wash and we both left the room. I didn't have any idea what was in store for me. Neither did Danny. But I can tell you one thing, neither of us have any regrets except that we didn't confess sooner.

~tbc~