I don't own Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, or any other part Stargate SG-1. If I did there would a lot more naughty scenes with Daniel and Jack. drool

As always thanks to my wonderful and beautiful beta, Meeka.

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You know, I can't do anything right.

I should have been able to figure this out a lot earlier, but hey, I'm not the brightest crayon in the box. Everything that I've tried I've inevitably messed up without fail. In fact it might be the only thing I've always done without messing up; failing that is. Getting a good education; nope, screwed that up big time. Becoming an exemplary Air Force officer, nah that was a bit much to hope for. Finding a good woman to settle down with; okay half points on that one. Found her but couldn't keep her. Raising a son who would always be happy; no, and it remains the worst mistake of my life. End my miserable and failure life on a suicide mission; heh, no, but I still kicked Ra's goa'uld ass anyway. Keeping the mission details of Abydos a secret; well, not many can win against General Hammond, you know. But for crying out loud, I thought that this time that I found something that I couldn't possibly screw up.

Daniel.

The biggest geek to ever grace the planet with his constant prattling about this and that. Okay, I take that back. Robinson has to have been the biggest geek ever. All twitchy and stuttering nonsense for no other reason to hear his own raspy voice; what a useless dork. But Daniel's different; he's compassionate to everyone, he's smart, he's useful, he's gorgeous, he's understanding, he has beautiful eyes, he's dependable, he looks great naked, he has a talented mouth, his ass…

Okay, a little off topic there.

But ever since we first started to go beyond the basis of friendship, he has been the single most important part of my life. He understands my impulsive, and usually destructive, nature and does his best to deal with it. He tries not to get too insulted by sarcasm and even laughs at my jokes. He's patient with my restrictions with being in the military and doesn't give me too hard of a time with it. In fact, he does everything he can for me.

Sounds perfect, doesn't he? Well, he's mine so back off.

Oh, and he's a tease too. You wouldn't think it by looking at him, so shy and quiet. But that boy knows how to keep a man hard all through briefing without ever once tipping off everyone else. I don't know how they can miss it; I can't ever pay attention to anything but him. Heh, and everyone thinks I'm too dumb to understand what's going on. I'm not that bad, seriously. But that thing he does with his tongue and his pen! I ask you, who could possibly look away? My advice, get a linguist for a boyfriend; they know how to use their mouths in the best kind of way.

Great, he doesn't even need to be near me to get me all riled up. Too bad he's not speaking with me right now; I'd give him a piece of my mind.

So with a great guy like that, how could I possibly screw up everything so bad?

Hmmm… Teal'c says to start at the beginning and work your way up to where you are now. This is the kind of crap that makes me want to get him to stop watching Oprah, Dr. Phil, and Springer. Quite a daytime TV combo huh?

So Daniel at the beginning was Daniel. Other than the occasional glance at his butt and late night fantasy, he wasn't much more than my annoying right hand man who never listened to a word I said. For years he wasn't much more than that, but that all changed after a mishap on one of our missions.