Here we go again! Bit of a longer chapter - I toyed with breaking it up but decided it needed to be all together. This chapter covers the same time period from the POV of different characters... hopefully it makes sense (let me know if it doesn't please!)

The dubcon/noncon I've been warning about for the last few chapters starts here! Please skip this & the next chapter if it's in any way going to be a trigger. Will summarise what you've missed at the beginning of chapter 8 :)

As usual, the characters & the Stargate aren't mine, I've just taken them out to play for a bit

Chapter 6

It was unanimously decided (by the males of the team at least) that Carter was to take the last watch. Her earlier experience had left her looking pale, drained & decidedly distracted. The Colonel knew he'd made the right choice when she didn't protest, just quietly nodded a good night and slipped into one of the tents.

Daniel anxiously watched her go, waiting until sound of a sleeping bag zip ceased before turning to the others. "Do you think she's ok?" he asked, his voice full of concern. O'Neill shrugged slightly, to be honest he wasn't sure either. Whatever was going on on this planet seemed to be hitting his major the hardest. He took a moment to survey Daniel's face too. Although the firelight danced across it, he was also paler than normal and deep worry lines were evident on his brow.

"Turn in," he instructed, "Teal'c will wake you in a few hours, you look like you could do with a rest." Daniel contemplated this for a minute, then looking resigned, stood & made his way to the empty tent on the other side of the fire.

"Night all," he called quietly as he crawled though the opening in the canvas.

O'Neill watched him go, then swung his attention to the last remaining member of the team. "I am concerned," came the deep rumbling voice of the Jaffa.

"Me too buddy, me too,"

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About an hour later, O'Neill shifted his position on his log. Weapon in hand, always on alert. Teal'c had turned in not long after Daniel, knowing he was to take the second shift, leaving the Colonel alone by the camp fire. As watches go, it had been incredibly dull, the occasional rustle of a small animal in the undergrowth but nothing more. No stars to study as the clouds still hung low in the valley & nothing other than the flames & his thoughts to distract himself.

It was times like these when he didn't like to be left alone with his thoughts. Times like these where he couldn't quite convince himself that he felt the same concern for his other team mates as he did for Carter. Times like these, alone in the dark, where her pained expression and hurt whimpers haunted him more than they probably should.

As if on cue, he heard a small sound from her tent; he strained to listen, knowing nightmares where often not far away for all of them. Even Teal'c had nights where he wandered the base rather than be alone with his dreams. A few seconds later he heard it again and relaxed when he realised it was just a sigh. Smiling slightly, he turned his attention back to the flames, watching the sparks rising and being carried on the slight breeze that had begun to blow.

All was quiet for a few minutes, then another sigh was followed by an appreciative 'mmm' that drifted out of the tent and caused O'Neill's eyebrows to rise. 'This watch just got a whole lot more interesting,' he thought to himself. He no longer had to strain to listen, the sound of Sam enjoying her dream easily reached his ears now, still quiet enough not to disturb their other teammates though. O'Neill sighed too, but for different reasons; he realised she'd become Sam in his mind again, not his subordinate, a Major or even Carter, just Sam. And the sounds that Sam was making were affecting him in very un-regulation ways. He felt himself stirring as his mind filled in the images to accompany the soundtrack. He tore his eyes away from the tent back to the dancing sparks and starting humming to himself, trying to block out the gentle gasps. Shame & guilt were sweeping his body but leaving arousal in their wake. 'Christ Carter, you'll killing me here!' he thought as a whimper reached him on the breeze. He felt like a dirty voyeur but couldn't help but imagine what he'd do to her to make those noises.

Around him the wind had picked up again, but not enough to concern the officer as yet. There was a rustle from the other tent now, and Jack could hear Daniel mumbling restlessly as he shifted in his sleeping bag. There was something about this planet that was affecting at least two of his team, and as soon as they'd worked out how to get them safely off this rock, they'd be out of there. 'And straight into a cold shower,' Jack thought as another soft murmur reached him, 'a damn cold shower'.

As the whimpering became more insistent, so too did the rustling from the other tent. Jack, caught in the agony of wanting to hear Sam come undone whilst simultaneously despising himself for the same thoughts, was startled as Daniel's head poked out from under the tent flap. He looked flushed and unsettled, as though he'd woken suddenly from a bad dream. Jack loudly cleared his throat, hoping to cover the sounds from Sam's sleeping bag. Having one member of the team listening in was bad enough but at least it was him, not someone Sam thought of as a brother. His worry was unfounded as she temporarily quietened and Daniel made the universal signal for heading to the little boys' bush. Jack nodded his understanding and the archaeologist made his way through the undergrowth and out of sight. Knowing Daniel wouldn't go far and would soon return, Jack turned his attention back to Sam's tent. It wasn't long before he heard her again but this time he caught his breath and felt the bottom drop out of his world. She didn't? Did she? She gasped again, and he knew he hadn't misheard the first time, "Daniel! Oh Daniel!"

'They hadn't…? They couldn't have…? Could they?' his brain demanded to know. 'How could they? His best friend and his... and his what? His second in command? His subordinate? His intended?' He laughed wryly to himself, what claim did he have to her really? He should just be glad that she'd found someone to dream like that about. Someone who he knew cared deeply for her. Maybe it had been in front of his face for years and he'd not noticed. He thought their closeness was like a sibling relationship, but listening now, it was obviously not.

He knew deep down it wasn't justified but a sense of betrayal overwhelmed him in an instant. He had to get out of there, he couldn't sit there any longer, listening to her dreaming like that about Daniel. He pulled himself to his feet, 'time for a patrol of the perimeter,' he suddenly decided. Checking his weapon, he glanced around the clearing, sweeping for issues, before making his way off into the undergrowth. The clouds were now slowly drifting across the sky, and O'Neill scowled at the full moon now illuminating the area; he had welcomed the dark, it had matched his mood.

Just as he passed amongst the treeline and out of ear shot, another faint pained cry drifted from the tent, "No! Please no... Stop!" but it was lost on the breeze.

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Sam sat, staring at the flames dancing in front of her. The guys were talking in low voices but she couldn't quite bring herself to pay attention. There was something about this planet that she felt deeply disturbing. Nothing had felt right since that scan this morning, she felt violated in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. Giving a brief shudder, she decided she'd better snap out of it & rejoin the conversation, only to look up and see 3 concerned faces peering at her, clearly expecting a reply. "Um..." she said weakly, making it painfully obvious she hadn't been listening.

"You've got last watch," repeated O'Neill firmly, "why don't you get some rest?" She starred blankly for a second, taking in his words, the thought of rest finally filtering though and she nodded, rose from her log perch and made her way to the tent.

Sam felt drained in a way she'd never felt before, it wasn't just physical, it felt like she'd been involved in an emotional and psychological battle for hours and she didn't understand any of it. Taking off her boots and crawling into her sleeping bag fully clothed, she decided things would be different in the morning. Daniel's words of concern drifted to her and she wondered the same too, 'was she ok?'

It was sometime later that she felt movement beside her, she stiffened as she felt a warm body slide its arm over her protectively. 'Don't worry, it's only me!' came a soft whisper in her ear, and she relaxed as she recognised Daniel's familiar voice. He spooned in behind her and pulled her close, it felt as natural as breathing. Sam let out a contented sigh as his warm breath tickled the back of her neck, and his lips gently grazed her skin. 'This is right,' she thought, 'just me and Daniel as it was always supposed to be''. A tiny voice in the back of her mind screamed for her attention, but she ignored it, safe in the knowledge that she was were she belonged in Daniel's arms.

Gradually, his lips became less hesitant and he kissed down the side of her neck, making shivers run down her spine and a gentle moan escaped her. The sleeping bag seemed to melt away so there was nothing between them, no barrier in their way. Had she been more aware, Sam would have questioned this, but she was lost in the sensations Daniel was creating in her as he rolled her onto her back and moved his lips to her collarbone. She whimpered slightly as she felt his hands ghosting down her arms, over her rib cage, her hips, her naked thighs. It felt like he knew exactly where to touch her to provoke the maximum response with the minimum effort, 'and why wouldn't he?' she thought, 'we were meant to be'. His touches grew more instant, and he kissed his way up her throat to her lips. Daniel kissed her deeply and she retuned it with equal fervour, their tongues tangling and gliding over each other in each measure. She sighed as he eventually pulled away from her, suddenly conscious of his weight on top of her as he'd shifted position during their heated kiss. She opened her eyes and gazed over his shoulder at the clouds above them, soon closing them again as his lips on her neck made her arched up against him.

That voice of reason was back, shouting about sleeping bags, tents and uniforms that seemed suddenly conspicuous in their absence, but she pushed it away again. Daniel was supporting himself on one elbow, kissing slowly down her collarbone, whilst the other gently cupped and massaged her left breast, Sam could barely think straight as it was. She inhaled sharply as he squeezed her nipple, already hard in the cool night air as the breeze played around their bodies. His mouth reached her other nipple and he expertly toyed with both, alternating between mouth and fingers, gentle and rough, teasing, tweaking, sucking, driving Sam to the brink. Her breath came in gasps and she found herself desperate for more. She wanted everything he had to give her.

She reached round behind him and pulled him even closer, feeling his hardness pressed up against her. So close and yet so far away from where she wanted it to be. He pressed back against her and she felt the rough stone behind her, rubbing harshly against her skin, but she didn't care. At some point the world had tilted, she was no longer lying under Daniel, she was upright, her bare feet on sharp, stoney ground, but she didn't care.

Then she heard it. The low sound of someone nearby clearing their throat. A noise she instantly recognised. And suddenly she found she did care. She cared a lot. Far more than she should have. The Colonel's face flashed before her eyes and she instantly froze, unintentionally holding her breath. Several moments passed. Suddenly, she was aware of her surroundings, her nakedness and who was trapping her up against the rock. "Daniel!" she exclaimed. "Daniel, no Daniel!" but he didn't stop.

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Daniel watched her over the fire. Sam was sat directly opposite him and was clearly in her own little world. Something about this planet was off, he'd not felt quite right since that scan earlier and he knew she felt the same. "Can we send her bed?" he asked in a low voice, "I'll take her watch." He knew she often preferred first watch to having to wake later.

O'Neill slowly shook his head, "Nah, I'll take first watch tonight Danny-boy, think you've had enough excitement today. Teal'c, you ok to go second?" The big Jaffa nodded is agreement. "Makes you third Daniel, ok?"

The archaeologist gave a small smile, happy that Sam would get the longest stretch of uninterrupted sleep, "Sure."

"Hey, Sam!" he called; she shuffled slightly on her log. "Saaaam," he tried in a sing-song voice, "you can go to bed!" She finally focussed on him, and looked around at the three of them a little sheepishly.

"Um...?!"

"You've got last watch," repeated O'Neill firmly, "why don't you get some rest?" She starred blankly for a second, taking in his words, and after a moment, she nodded, rose from her log perch and made her way to the tent.

"Turn in," the colonel instructed to him too, "Teal'c will wake you in a few hours, you look like you could do with a rest." Daniel contemplated this for a minute, then feeling resigned, stood & made his way to the empty tent on the other side of the fire.

"Night all," he called quietly as he crawled though the opening in the canvas, and as he shook off his boots and climbed into his sleeping bag, he heard Teal'c's deep rumbling voice, "I am concerned."

"Me too buddy, me too," came the reply. Daniel's last waking thoughts as he quickly drifted off were 'Me three'.

It was a little while later when he felt the presence of a warm body beside him, and he breathed in the unique scent of Sam, he'd recognise it anywhere. Smiling to himself, he shuffled closer to wrap is arm around her,

'Don't worry, it's only me!' he whispered softly in her ear, as he felt her tense underneath him. She instantly relaxed and he spooned in behind her, pulling her close, it felt as natural as breathing.

His lips gently grazed the skin on the back of her neck and her contented sigh went immediately to his crotch. 'This is right,' he thought, 'just me and Sam as it was always supposed to be... right?' A tiny voice in the back of his mind screamed for his attention, but he ignored it, telling himself that Sam was were she belonged, in his arms.

As it was, just lying next to her was becoming too hard to do; breathing in her scent, feeling her chest rise & fall under his arm, he wanted more. He kissed down the side of her neck, revelling in the softness of her skin. A gentle moan escaped her. The sleeping bag seemed to melt away so there was nothing between them, nothing to stop their bodies touching. Had he been more aware, Daniel would have paused for more than a second, but he was soon lost in his desire and the feel of her skin under his lips. He couldn't get enough of her & wanted to caress every part of her body. His hands stroked & touched every part he could reach and he felt fulfilled, this was exactly what he was meant to be doing at this exact moment. They were meant to be together, he was sure. His touches grew more instant, and he kissed his way up her throat to her lips. Daniel's excitement grew at the prospect of kissing her perfect mouth and he was overwhelmed as he deepened the contact and Sam returned it in equal measure.

He didn't know how long passed but suddenly kissing wasn't enough, he needed still more. He needed everything from her. He repositioned himself on top of her, enjoying the sensation of her body pressed beneath his. He heard her sigh mix with the breeze around them and he paused; a voice in his head was shouting about sleeping bags, tents and uniforms that were no longer there. But the thought of parting from Sam's body made him wince though, and he continued his ministrations, moving first his hands then his mouth to her breasts, marvelling in their firmness. But something wasn't right though, he was upright and was beginning to wonder how he'd got here.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Sam naked before him, skin creamy white, basking in the moonlight. Momentarily in awe of her body, he suddenly remembered himself, this was Sam he was touching and groping. Sam! The woman who was like a sister to him... He stumbled back a few steps, disoriented. How had they got there? They were on top of a hill, Sam leaning back against a tall, standing stone. He dragged his eyes away from her flawless skin, and he saw carving and lettering all over the rough surface. Puzzled, he tried to decipher it, but the more he peered, the less in focus it became. He shook his head, trying to see but darkness crowded in from the edge of his vision until all was black.

He sat up panting loudly.

'What the hell...?' he thought to himself as he glanced at the drab canvas around him, Teal'c sitting quietly in the corner, apparently undisturbed by Daniel's sudden awakening. His heart raced in his chest as he recalled the dream; Sam cuddled next to him, opening her mouth to him, his hands all over her, wanting more, her nakedness. He groaned quietly to himself, 'where had that come from? How would he face her in the morning after a dream like that?' He'd never thought of her like that before- he knew she was beautiful, knew how seemingly every other male in the universe looked at her, but he'd be so in love with his wife when he met Sam, she'd easily slid into the friend zone and had stayed there ever since.

He needed some air. Crawling towards the tent flap, he pulled on his boots and emerged into the firelight. Jack was staring at him across the clearing, an odd look upon his face and Daniel briefly wondered if he'd been talking in his sleep. Mortified at the thought, he barely acknowledged Jack despite him loudly clearing his throat at him; Daniel indicated he needed the bathroom and practically fled into the bushes, his face burning with arousal and shame.

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Teal'c opened his eyes. He had been distantly aware of his teammates movements whilst he had been resting, but DanielJackson needing to relieve himself and O'Neill periodically patrolling the area were to be expected, so he had returned to his meditation. He became aware now though of a change in the atmosphere around the camp, and not just the increase in the wind.

His tent-mate had not yet returned, and although he wasn't sure of the interval that had passed, Teal'c was sure it was considerably longer than the time needed to visit the bathroom. He peered out of the tent and was surprised to see no sign of O'Neill by the dying flames of their fire. His attention was immediately drawn to the other tent as concern for his teammates rose. At that moment, the wind abated for a second & Teal'c heard a pained sob coming from inside. He raced across the clearing, & flung open the canvas. Samantha Carter was lying in a tight ball, clutching at her head, her face a mask of agony, her sobs gave way to screams as he neared. "O'Neill! DanielJackson!" he shouted against the wind, hoping that one or both would appear as whatever was happening on this planet, it was not something he wished to deal with alone….

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Been away from this for a while, hope its ok & the bouncing around POV wasn't too hard to follow! Any comments/feedback appreciated! x