So he was attracted to her, and what? He wasn't dead and he was definitely heterosexual therefore he reasoned it was logical that he would be attracted to a woman like Carter. She was beautiful, blue eyed and leggy blonde; she was also fun not to mention way smarter than most people.
What he needed to do was really get this under control before he embarrassed himself. He had to remember that she was his second and therefore unattainable. Neither of them could leave the job they were doing. It was their fight as SG1. It was more important to have her out there with him during the day rather than warming his bed at night.
And with that thought he willed his brain to stop with this line of thought and sleep. He'd been through the same arguments in his head God knows how many times and going over them once more wasn't gonna find him a solution.
Besides he had no idea how she felt. Sometimes he thought maybe there was something but he was also sure that Carter had more honor than to allow anything against the regulations to happen. And there he went again ahggggggg why for God sake could he not move away from this train of thought.
He was screaming into his sleeping bag when he heard someone open the tent flap and move in. It was Carter. Great. He was sure his face was giving away exactly what he'd been wrestling with for the past hour. Why was he doing this today, on a mission… Usually that was the one time when he was content with being just her commanding officer. Damn this planet, there was definitely something in the air.
He realized Carter had asked him a question. By the concerned look in her eyes it was probably a while ago. "I'm fine Carter" he improvised. She raised her eyebrows. Wrong answer. Well he didn't have any other answer for her. He quickly got out of the sleeping bag. One good thing about Carter coming in was that it meant it was time for his watch. Sleep wouldn't come anyway he was glad he had a reason to be awake. Maybe with the responsibility of keeping watch his brain would quit harassing him.