The next morning Jack called Carter and told her what happened. She promptly invited herself over to his house, so they could have lunch and talk some more.
Jack was sitting on the couch looking at the blank TV screen, drinking a beer, when Sam knocked on his door, "It's open!"
The major came inside, glancing around at the mess that had been left from the night before, "Sir?"
"I screwed up. I told you I was no good at this."
Carter walked over so she was in front of him and took the beer out of his hand and set it on the coffee table, "Beg your pardon Sir but you look like crap."
"Carter! I don't care, and stop with the 'Sir'. We're off base."
"Habit, S-…Jack."
The silver haired man covered his face with his hands, "He was going to kill me last night Carter."
"You can call me Sam, Jack. We're off base, and I know. You told me that a number of times when you called. You never really did tell me what happened though."
Jack sighed and told her every last thing that happened, even his thoughts at the time. When he was finished Samantha could think of nothing that would help, "You did screw up. What were you thinking? You had two weeks to get him to tell you what was wrong."
"When he got over here I just…It was like we were picking up from where we left off. I just thought…being here would make him think that too and he would tell me everything. Then we could have gone some where he wanted to go and had a bunch of fun."
"Jack…Why did you start ignoring Daniel? A few months ago, you were always with him, even on missions and then it just all stopped."
"I…don't want to talk about it," he mumbled ducking his head down.
"Sir?" Sam said, forgetting to call him Jack, "I think it would help. What happened?"
"I…had a dream about him…and me…" he grumbled blushing a deep shade of red.
Samantha frowned, "That's why you started ignoring him?"
"We were having sex Carter!"
"I'd guessed as much, but that's no reason to start ignoring someone you've been friends with for years. Sometimes when you have sex with someone in a dream, it doesn't mean you have secret feelings for them."
Jack buried his head in his hands again, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "I started thinking about how good he looked in his blue BDUs, because they matched his eyes. Then started I asking him out to dinner at fancy places, without even realizing it. I was getting pissed at other people because they were making fun of him when he wearing his bandana… thing on missions. When Major Davis comes to the SGC, he starts talking to Daniel and before I know it I'm givin' him the evil eye and trying to keep him and Daniel out of the same room and those are only the things that I'm going to tell you about! There are hundreds more!"
Sam blinked a few times before shaking her head, "Do you think you started to feel this way because you haven't been in a steady relationship for a long time?"
"No! It's just that…I'm suppose to think of…"
"Women like that?"
Jack nodded, reaching over and grabbing his beer again. He took a big drink before setting it back down, "I thought if I avoided him…that everything would go back to normal."
"And it didn't," Sam summarized.
"No, it didn't. If anything it got worse because I saw that I was hurting his feelings, by declining his invitations and keeping away from him at all costs."
Sam smiled softly, "You still like him then?"
"Of course!" Jack half yelled, "I was going to tell him too, but he left before I could. I wanted to go after him, but…"
"You'd already hurt his feelings and he'd already hurt yours enough for one night, am I right?"
He nodded and then gave a weak laugh, "I can't believe I'm telling you this!"
"Would you like me to go over and talk to him?"
"Not if you're going to mention anything I just told you. I'm going to tell him and not anyone else," Jack said sternly. "You can go over and take him out or something. Tell him that you called me and found out we'd had a fight. Be on his side and tell him I'm a jerk. You know like girls always tell their friends."
Samantha smiled, "If you say so Sir-I mean Jack."
Jack was sitting on the couch looking at the blank TV screen, drinking a beer, when Sam knocked on his door, "It's open!"
The major came inside, glancing around at the mess that had been left from the night before, "Sir?"
"I screwed up. I told you I was no good at this."
Carter walked over so she was in front of him and took the beer out of his hand and set it on the coffee table, "Beg your pardon Sir but you look like crap."
"Carter! I don't care, and stop with the 'Sir'. We're off base."
"Habit, S-…Jack."
The silver haired man covered his face with his hands, "He was going to kill me last night Carter."
"You can call me Sam, Jack. We're off base, and I know. You told me that a number of times when you called. You never really did tell me what happened though."
Jack sighed and told her every last thing that happened, even his thoughts at the time. When he was finished Samantha could think of nothing that would help, "You did screw up. What were you thinking? You had two weeks to get him to tell you what was wrong."
"When he got over here I just…It was like we were picking up from where we left off. I just thought…being here would make him think that too and he would tell me everything. Then we could have gone some where he wanted to go and had a bunch of fun."
"Jack…Why did you start ignoring Daniel? A few months ago, you were always with him, even on missions and then it just all stopped."
"I…don't want to talk about it," he mumbled ducking his head down.
"Sir?" Sam said, forgetting to call him Jack, "I think it would help. What happened?"
"I…had a dream about him…and me…" he grumbled blushing a deep shade of red.
Samantha frowned, "That's why you started ignoring him?"
"We were having sex Carter!"
"I'd guessed as much, but that's no reason to start ignoring someone you've been friends with for years. Sometimes when you have sex with someone in a dream, it doesn't mean you have secret feelings for them."
Jack buried his head in his hands again, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "I started thinking about how good he looked in his blue BDUs, because they matched his eyes. Then started I asking him out to dinner at fancy places, without even realizing it. I was getting pissed at other people because they were making fun of him when he wearing his bandana… thing on missions. When Major Davis comes to the SGC, he starts talking to Daniel and before I know it I'm givin' him the evil eye and trying to keep him and Daniel out of the same room and those are only the things that I'm going to tell you about! There are hundreds more!"
Sam blinked a few times before shaking her head, "Do you think you started to feel this way because you haven't been in a steady relationship for a long time?"
"No! It's just that…I'm suppose to think of…"
"Women like that?"
Jack nodded, reaching over and grabbing his beer again. He took a big drink before setting it back down, "I thought if I avoided him…that everything would go back to normal."
"And it didn't," Sam summarized.
"No, it didn't. If anything it got worse because I saw that I was hurting his feelings, by declining his invitations and keeping away from him at all costs."
Sam smiled softly, "You still like him then?"
"Of course!" Jack half yelled, "I was going to tell him too, but he left before I could. I wanted to go after him, but…"
"You'd already hurt his feelings and he'd already hurt yours enough for one night, am I right?"
He nodded and then gave a weak laugh, "I can't believe I'm telling you this!"
"Would you like me to go over and talk to him?"
"Not if you're going to mention anything I just told you. I'm going to tell him and not anyone else," Jack said sternly. "You can go over and take him out or something. Tell him that you called me and found out we'd had a fight. Be on his side and tell him I'm a jerk. You know like girls always tell their friends."
Samantha smiled, "If you say so Sir-I mean Jack."