Daniel pulled into Jack's driveway and parked, turning off his car and taking a moment to check that he hadn't left any of the notes he needed at the base. After checking that it was all there, he tucked his work back into his overnight bag and placed it on the back seat before climbing out. He made his way to the front door briskly and cleared his throat as he knocked.

"Hello" he called as he knocked and then glanced in through the glass upon not getting a reply "Jack, you better be home" he called as he tried the handle and found it open.

Frowning, he looked up and down the hall. He thought to try the obvious lounge room first. As he glanced in he saw the television stopped on the credits of something by Matt Groening and a small collection of empty beer bottles sitting on the coffee table.

A low grumble escaped his lips as he turned and moved towards the bedroom. Inside he found Jack sprawled out over his bed, belly up and a photo frame lying next to him. He recognized the picture as one of Jack and Sarah with Charlie before Charlie had died.

"Jack" Daniel spoke pushing his hands in his pockets as he stood in the doorway.

"Yes Daniel?" Jack asked with out moving. He looked as though he was recovering from being shot with a zat.

"What're you doing?" he asked crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame

"Lying down" Jack replied in a somber tone. Daniel let out an exaggerated groan as he pushed off the door frame and slowly walked into the room. As he reached the edge of the bed he looked over Jacks solemn features and picked up the photo frame.

"You feel like telling me what's wrong? Or are you just going to lay there?" he asked looking at the photo and trying not to just assume this was about Charlie. Jack turned his head and looked at Daniel very seriously.

"Carter hates me doesn't she?" he asked holding the look as Daniel frowned and dropped his head.

"Um she hasn't said anything to me, about you pulling your weapon I mean" he admitted "But she does seem a little on edge, and Janet says she has higher stress levels"

"Daniel" Jack groaned at the response

"What do you want me to tell you Jack? It's Sam! You should know better then anyone that she'll get over it. I mean Christ Jack, you waved a gun and now you're acting like we just lost the war to the Goa'uld!" Daniel snapped, he knew he was loosing his temper again but he was getting fed up with being left out of the loop. "Anyone would think someone had died the way everyone's acting"

"Everyone?" Jack asked sitting up and Daniel gave him a critical look

"Not everyone but at least you, Sam and Janet" he stated and Jack nodded as Daniel waited impatiently with his arms crossed. "Want to let me in?" Daniel demanded, throwing his arms to his side in frustration. Jack dropped his head sighing as he griped his hands together. He looked up at Daniel, seeing the picture in his hand and inhaled deeply.

"Sarah's dead" he admitted and Daniels features dropped, instantly regretting his previous statement.

"Oh…" was all he managed to say and Jack pulled a grave tight lipped smile

"My father-in… her father" he corrected himself "Called before we went on the mission, she ran a red light and was hit by a mini-van at an intersection." He explained "she was drunk"

"Jack I…" he started, moving towards Jack but Jack shrugged him off

"I'm alright Daniel" he told him as he stood up "It's not me I'm worried about"

Daniel frowned looking at him expectantly.

"Sam?" he asked and Jack nodded so that it was just barely noticeable as he stood up from the bed. "Does she know?" Daniel asked as Jack started walking out into the kitchen.

"Nope" Jack replied and Daniel's brow creased that little bit more

"Wait, you didn't shoot her right?" Daniel asked and Jack groaned "I know sorry, not appropriate"

"Want a beer?" Jack asked opening the fridge. Daniel stood in the entrance to the kitchen staring at Jack.

"Why are you worried about Sam?" Daniel demanded while Jack rolled his eyes.

"Am I not allowed to be worried about how my second in command is dealing with me pointing a gun in her face?" Jack criticized as he pulled out two bottles.

"Right" Daniel rolled his eyes obviously as Jack passed him a bottle "you know you could just apologize"

"I've tried, I don't think Carter's going to listen anytime soon" he explained and Daniel stared at him with his eyebrow raised.

"Jack" Daniel looked at him with an 'are you serious' look "you're her commanding officer" he told him, dragging out the title. Jack frowned at Daniel as he popped the beer top off.

"What am I supposed to do, threaten insubordination charges?"

Daniel at this point placed his unopened bottle down on the bench and crossed his arms towards Jack as Jack began gulping down the drink.

"This isn't about you pulling your weapon is it?" he asked, sounding as thought he had just had an epiphany.

"What?" Jack asked with an obvious look of confusion.

"It's not about Sarah either" Daniel added as he placed one hand down on the bench, leaning into Jack with a convicting stance.

"Daniel?" Jack asked warily as he placed his beer down.

"Sam's not tired is she?" Daniels eyes bore into Jacks as he studied him "or stressed"

"Daniel, Janet said…"

"Jack, what happened?" Daniel demanded stepping closer, he seemed enraged.

"I pulled my…" Jack started with the story again.

"The truth!" Daniel snapped cutting Jack off. Jack stepped back at the force of Daniels tone. He held a warning glance in what felt like a stand off between the two. "Sam was crying when she came back to the camp that night. She's the strongest woman I know and somehow you scared her enough for her to take your weapon from you and return in tears!"

"She's only human Daniel" Jack rebutted but Daniel didn't waver.

"Give me a break Jack! Sam's afraid now" Daniel told him "She was backing away from me today, and I'm willing to bet Janet knows because she was treating me like a convicted felon during the exam!" Daniel seemed to be ranting as he connected dots in his head. Jack was consciously searching out escape routes now. He couldn't tell Daniel, not in this state. The situation was getting out of hand.

"Daniel, calm down" Jack ordered as he moved back a fraction.

"Tell me what you did!" Daniel demanded stepping closer to him with a threatening stance.

Jack reacted like any military man would; he hit him.

One swift jab to the gut to take Daniel down and as Daniel collapsed to his knees from the pain and force, Jack gripped Daniel's arms behind his back and lifted him to his feet. Daniel groaned as Jack took him into the lounge room and sat him down on one of the large sofa chairs and then sat across the room.

"Sorry about that Daniel, but you were getting out of control" Jack offered as he leant back in his chair.

"You hit me!" Daniel whined as he started to regain composure

"You would've hit me" Jack countered and Daniel glared up at him

"I wouldn't" Daniel swore

"Would to"

"Jack" Daniel frowned and Jack sighed in response. The two of them sat in silence on opposite sides of the room, each thinking what to do. They were both out of control and they knew it.

"Are you ok?" Jack asked after a long pause. Daniel nodded looking up at him.

"I'll live" Daniel smiled while Jack looked down at his hands again, drawing out the silence. "I don't suppose you feel like telling me what happened?" Daniel tried with a smile pulled in place.

"Why are you being so insistent?" Jack turned it around and Daniel rolled his eyes.

"She's my friend Jack" Daniel told him honestly

"Why not ask her then?" Jack asked dropping his hands in his lap and leaning forward.

"I guess I'd figured I'd have better luck with you" he shrugged and Jack let out a laugh at that. "That and I got the feeling I made her uncomfortable"

Jack inhaled deeply "what about Doc?"

Daniel shook his head "I tried during the exam but that didn't end well"

"Yeah?" Jack asked curiously as Daniel bit his lip in hesitation.

"I think I over reacted" he admitted "She was on edge and I pushed her too far. I scared her, I think, and she told me to leave"

"Are you going to apologize?" Jack asked as he played with a tattered end on his chair.

"Are you?" Daniel looked up at him expectantly. Jack let out a labored breathe and then dropped his head in his hands.

"I don't know how" he admitted, his voice was hoarse under the stress his mind seemed to be battling with.

"How about sorry?" Daniel smiled and Jack laughed "Sorry Sam, I was out of line and I should never have waved my gun in your face" Daniel smiled knowing it wasn't the truth.

"Somehow I don't think that'll do it" Jack looked up making eye contact

"You know I might be able to help if you told me what…"

"Leave it Daniel" Jack warned "believe me, if I could have told you, I would have by now"

Daniel nodded and sat in contemplation for a while "When's the funeral?"

It took Jack a moment to register the conversation shift but he replied promptly

"Next Saturday"

"Are you going?"

"Yeah" Jack nodded as he stood up and moved towards the phone.

"Who are you calling?" Daniel asked standing up and idly following him. Jack just tapped his nose as he waited for someone to answer. The phone was answered quickly.

"Oh hi doc, whatcha up to?" he smiled as he leant against the bench "well that's a bore, when does your shift finish?" Daniel smiled shaking his head as he listened. "Oh cool, did you want to swing by after work?" Daniel frowned at him at this listening intently "Sure we'll make a thing of it, bring Carter" both of Daniels eyebrows spiked at that as he crossed his arms "Alright see you then doc"

"Uh…" Daniel stared at Jack as he hung up the phone.

"What? I'm resolving the issue" Jack shrugged "well yours anyway"