Jack

Lunch. I must eat. I must leave this damn office. Food, level 22 here I come. Please make Carter, Sam… Major… oh, were was I? Ah yes, Carter. I hope she is there. And Daniel is not there.

I don't know why I'm so "non-Danny" right now. Oh I erase that, I do. It's this infection thingy. Makes me want to protect mine, of course Carter is not mine, nor does she need to be protected, especially from Daniel. What is he going to do? Translate her to death? I can give her protection, my strong background and the military.

Oh shit, the military… not going to help. Regulations… rules, it never helps when one is attracted to your second in command. They frown on that quite a bit. Hmm there are ways around that.

What is it with me? I go into a trance as soon as her name is mentioned. She was sitting in the corner, looking like she did not want to be disturbed at all. She had a look about her. And a scowl. Only Carter could make a scowl sexy.

Chicken. Again. Remind me why I have to eat?

Sam

He came, looked in my direction and then walked off. Good. Less interaction the better – and that goes for both him and Daniel.

Honestly, I miss not being able to see Daniel. He is the one I can count on to just listen, really listen, to what I am trying to sort out. I enjoy the fact he does not have to say a thing, just let me talk through the process on my own, giving me an encouraging word when I get stuck. And the hours we spend lounging on the couch just passing the time talking about the vastness of universe and how we were nothing compared to what we have seen.

I smile as I think about how Daniel makes me feel. Oh my I'm analyzing how I feel. Ok just going to roll with it.

Daniel always is there. Good thing too since I am usually roaming the halls at 2 or 3 in the morning, scaring the SF's who patrol. I usually catch him looking longingly at the coffee maker on level 24 and holding a few books hostage from the library. It's the moments I cherish that I wish it could be something more. I mean, look at the guy – he makes baggy pants, over sized shirts seem like they are great. Of course getting him to wear clothes that FIT is even greater – he needs not hide that body of his!

AHH – what am I thinking!

I think I need a Janet fix. A woman's perspective will be great.

Daniel

Just spotted Sam practically staggering into the infirmary. Oh God! What's wrong?

I have to hold myself back since I don't think running into the infirmary is what Sam needs right now.

I noticed that she was wearing her basics – not that she has much choice, dang military dictates how a beautiful woman should dress. I guess after being in the Air Force for so long, she is used to it.

I wonder how she would look in a regular dress, maybe something blue… kind of like that dress from Simarka – without the headdress, and dominating males. Maybe without the fillies too, Sam's not a frilly girl like that. I wonder if she ever was? Have to ask Jacob, but I have a sneaking suspicion she was a tomboy.

I go to the commisionary and grab a bit or to of chicken. I must ask the cooks to spice up the menu. Chicken surprise is getting a little old. Did not spot Jack, good, but did see Airman Davis Green. He informed me that Jack was there earlier, and so was Sam, but that they sat on opposite ends of the mess. Hmm score one for me? Maybe Jack is coming off the infection and waking up.

OH GOD! What does that mean for me then? Am I not infected? Are these feelings I have for Sam more then friendly, with an undertone of lust and want?

Am I destined to walk with Sam to the Mount of Fealty? Could it be true? Do I have to kill Jack in order to insure this? What is in this chicken to make me think such things?