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Sorry about the rant. I just want to fade away from J/D just for a bit. It does not mean I won't write about them again. I have stuff, that I never put out yet. I just want to focus on new ideas. I'll just continue to read the J/D everyone else is writing... ;)
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Part Four Of : Who Needs Jack!
Synopsis: Daniel's hiding. Cameron's looking.
Notes; Nada. Un'Beta'd. This is one version of this chapter. I might change it. Depends on the feedback. Come on. If it Sux.. Let me know. I'm a big girl.. Remember Marshmallows are still in the bag. Fork and Matches all ready... If it's something that not right, feel free to inform me so I can fix it. If it's cause you don't like Daniel/OMC. Please skip this story.. Thank you.
Warnings: Sexual explicit lines. Language.
I pull my glasses from my face.
Rubbing at my eyes, I place them back on and glare at my watch.
Great. I finished my work for today, and now my stomach is growling.
I open a desk draw and look for a chocolate bar to parch my hunger.
Fuck! Ate my last one yesterday. Figures I'd forget to replenish.
Great. Just. Great.
Am I really THAT hungry? I ask myself.
My stomach answers back.
Do I really want to leave this office?
That is the question I must answer.
Look at me. I'm hiding out in my office.
I locked my freaking door!
Am I a coward of what!
Pfft. Ah yeah, I tell myself.
All this just to try to keep my distance from my team leader.. Cameron.
And that will work REAL well since I go on missions with him at least once a week.
Duh' Daniel.
He's tried on several occasions to talk to me. I just stumble a lie out of my mouth, and take off in the opposite direction.
Making excuses to why I can't speak to him at the moment.
That damn epiphany!
And the continual ones I've had in my shower.. In my bed since then.
Waking up with my hand down my pants, and a palm full of my essence. The dreams are so vivid. I don't know what to do. It took years.. YEARS... Before Jack and I got together. Even thought about sex. But, after knowing Cameron for what? A few months, I want him to pound me into next year. Make me beg for more. Fuck me so I am unable to sit for weeks.
I thank god I own my own home, because my apartment walls were very thin. I would hate to have to explain to the cops that my screams were just dreams. .
I'm very vocal.
I am a screamer. .
Jack always liked that about me.
Said I was very good with my mouth.
I smirk at that memory.
The first time I went down on him.. I.. ...
Suddenly a knock on my office door pulls me from his memories..
Damn it! I was enjoying them.. Maybe if I ignore them then they'd l go away.
More knocking... And a.. "I know your in there, Daniel. You might as well open up."
I locked that door for a reason. You would think that someone would get it. Huh!
I swear, if I didn't know for a fact that Jack was gone, you'd have to believe that was him pounding down my door.
Might as well get it before I owe the SGC new glass.
Rising from my chair, I walk over and unlock the door.
"Hi, Cameron." I say to him.
"What took you so long to answer the door, Daniel?" Cameron asks. Concern evident in his voice and on his face.
I fumble for a answer. For some reason the linguist is tongue tied.
Finally, after a few awkward moments, I find my voice.
"I have been head high in translations. Sorry about that."
The look of concern doesn't leave his eyes, but he does smile. He can see I'm not lying. There are folders piled up on my desk. He doesn't have to know that they are completed.
"Sorry about that, I just thought we could get together and work on a game plan. Since the Teal'c is away with... Bra.. Tech?"
I can't help but chuckle at the way he mispronounces the name. "Bra'Tac," I correct him.
He just laughs and pulls up the folder I never noticed in his hands out. He Lays in out on my already over cluttered desk.
"Okay, maybe this wasn't the greatest of ideas. I should have you come to my office so we can check this over."
"I shake my head, following his lead out of my office. Locking it behind.