A/N: Don't own it, make no money doing it. It's just for fun.
I am a sucker for punishment. There's no other explanation.
Here I am. I've got my dream job. I'm smart. I'm reasonably attractive.
And I'm in love with my damned commanding officer.
It'd probably be easier if I didn't know he felt the same way, but he does. The stupid Tok'Ra device proved that to us, even though I had pretty much guessed before, and now we're just trapped. We circle around each other carefully, terrified, never letting ourselves be alone together too long because we don't know what will happen if we are. So we are teammates, and friends, and sometimes when it can be done appropriately he hugs me and suddenly everything feels right. And it doesn't matter what might come, and it doesn't matter what people say. But then we have to let go, because friends don't hang on that long and then everything falls apart.
Because we're back to being "Carter" and "Sir", and that's safer.
Even when it breaks my heart.