TITLE: In Too Deep
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
PAIRING: Jack/Sam UST, Jack/Kerry
TIMELINE: Threads
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show Stargate: SG-1 are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: come on, guys, review if you read. Should I even continue?
SUMMARY: When you're in too deep, you have to find a way out. But what if the other person wants to get out too, just from a different predicament? A rewrite of Threads.
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Daniel walked silently through the quiet house, hearing only the creaking of wood as it cooled off and the chirping of the crickets outside.
It wasn't his house, but he was no burglar.
In fact, the owner of the house was a close friend of his, the best one actually. They'd known each other for almost a decade by now, save a few times Daniel had been dead.
Like right now, actually.
That's why he wasn't a burglar. Hard to charge someone who's dead...
Normally this would've been creepy, sneaking around someone else's home at night, but the next few days would be hard and trying and he needed a reminder who would die if he just gave in.
He walked through the door, literally, without stopping.
He knew he wouldn't be interrupting Jack with anyone, the man'd been a completely asexual monk ever since he'd known him. The only time Daniel knew Jack had had sex after the two men had met had been when Jack had been drugged and date-raped by Kynthia. Who then gave him an STD, because of which Jack had aged rapidly into an old man and had almost died.
NOT the best way to break up a dry spell...
Stepping into the room he was stopped dead, okay deader, since he was already dead, by the most unexpected sight ever.
Jack was in bed, but he wasn't alone.
Fearful, Daniel squinted and was relieved it wasn't a blond head sharing Jack's pillow. He knew what having sex without permission of superiors would've done to Sam and Jack's careers, and Daniel had always been quite aware just how much her career meant to Sam, factually more than Jack; but he was just as much glad Jack hadn't lowered himself to the position of being "the other man". Jack deserved much better than being a second choice, fallback guy or even a rebound for Carter. Besides, having sex with the same woman who'd had sex with another man just an hour or a day before was just repulsive.
It was just totally wrong, not to mention distasteful and definitely not something any self-respecting and proud man, which Jack definitely was, would ever agree to.
Instead there was a red-haired head and the way these two were clinging to each other, they not only shared heat, but air too.
But that wasn't what had surprised and shocked Daniel the most.
The reason for his open-mouthed stupefaction was something else.
Not once in almost 9 years had Daniel seen it.
Not once since he'd known Jack had Daniel ever seen Jack happy or smiling.
And yet there it was, right there, right now.
The so obvious curve to Jack's lips as he held this woman Daniel didn't know so closely in his arms.
Not the grouchy line like when he made a sarcastic comment or the I-know-something-you-don't smile Jack, to Daniel's bewilderment, had so often.
No, this was a full-fledged, prime-category smile of happiness.
Shaking his head in disbelief at the woman who'd made Jack happy for the first time he'd known him Daniel thanked her silently for making his friend happy.
Feeling like a voyeur Daniel then turned into a glowbug and left the house.
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