Jack O'Neill laid in his sleeping bag, on the hard ground of some far away planet, wrestling with his mind. He was hoping that he'd win the match and sufficiently subdue his thoughts and thus finally get to sleep. So far he was having no luck…
So he was attracted to her, and what? He wasn't dead and he was definitely heterosexual therefore his mind reasoned it was logical that he would be attracted to a woman like Carter. She was a beautiful, blue eyed and leggy blonde; she was also fun not to mention way smarter than most people.
What he needed to do was really get this under control before he embarrassed himself. He had to remember that she was his second and therefore unattainable. Unattainable, that's it; he just needed to get that through his thick head! UNATTAINABLE!
He turned on to his back looking up at the tent canvas, simultaneously his mind moved on to the next train of thought.
Neither of them could leave the job they were doing. It was their fight as SG1 and it was more important to have her out there with him during the day rather than warming his bed at night.
And with that thought and a thump of his head against the hard ground beneath him he willed his brain to stop with this line of thinking and just sleep! He'd already been through the same arguments in his head, God knows how many times and going over them once more wasn't gonna find him a solution, for cryin' out load!
Besides he had no idea how she felt. Sometimes he thought maybe there was something there but he was also sure that Carter had more honor than to allow anything against the regulations to happen…
And there he went again …ahggggggg why for God sake could he not move away from this vicious cycle of thoughts?!
He was screaming into his sleeping bag when he heard someone open the tent flap and move in. It was Carter. Great! He was sure his face was giving away exactly what he'd been wrestling with for the past hour. Then again she was probably too busy trying to work out if her C.O. had finally lost it! Yeh…maybe that was it he'd finally lost it, gone nuts, insane, one fry short of a happy meal etc .etc.
Turning on to his back again he sighed. Nope the tent canvas had not changed. Why was he doing this today of all days? While they were on a mission, granted it was a boring mission with nothing but the local flies to cause any trouble. But usually being on a mission was the one time when he was content with being just her commanding officer. Damn this planet, there was definitely something in the air.
Having finally rationalized his behavior and certain he was under the influence and therefore not at fault, his mind decided to process the present. That's when he realized that Carter had asked him a question. By the concerned look in her eyes it was probably a while ago.
"I'm fine Carter," he improvised.
She raised her eyebrows.
Wrong answer. Well he didn't have any other answer for her. He quickly got out of the sleeping bag, scrambling out of the tent before Carter really started to question his behavior.
One good thing about Carter coming in though was that it meant it was time for his watch. Sleep wouldn't come anyway so he was glad he had a reason to be awake. Maybe with the responsibility of keeping watch his brain would quit harassing him!
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