A/N: I want to thank ya all for the reviews. Also, for putting up with an totally obvious Un'beta'd story. This might leave ya with a couple of questions.

This is a mature story. Sexually contact between two men are in this part. Read with that warning:

Disclaimer: No harm meant agains the writers. producers. actors of Stargate SG1. I'm just borrowing Cameron and Daniel for a while, and you can do what ever with Jack, Sam, and Teal'c. I just want to read about hot guys goin' at it. Can ya really blame me!

Enough said.

Chapter 8: Title...Finally, the good stuff...

Series: Who needs Jack.

"Sorry," I said with a sad smile. "I didn't mean to throw this all on you. I really did want to have a nice dinner... a little music.. a little wine.. then... " I stopped himself. I had just told Cameron the whole sorry mess.

Mine and Jack's relationship.

Jack dumping me for Sam.

And Sam back and seemingly very bitter.

Rising up from the safety of my cozy couch, I walked over toward the kitchen table to grab himself his glass of wine. My nerves were shot. Total fear shook my body at the thought that Cameron would walk right out the door and never look back. A shot at what could be a happy ending, sadly disappearing before it could even begin.

Looking deeply into the red liquid in my glass, I stood there lost in the the movement of the liquid as it sloshed from side to side. Breaking free of the moment, I lifted the glass to my lips and swallowed the cool liquid down my burning throat.

On the couch Cameron watched at as the warmth of Daniel's body disappeared. He had to sit and think this over a little. He did not want to over react. His feelings for Daniel have grown serious over the last few months they have worked together. And, he was heartbroken at learning what someone he admired had done to this kind man's heart.

Nothing was Daniel's fault. Nothing.

But, he was friends with Sam. They went to basic training together. They have known one another for quite a while. They always flirted, but it was never anything sexual. She knew he was gay, and she was fine with it. Cameron's mind was set: He had to find a way to fix this. Sam and Daniel were a family. SG1 worked so well because of that fact.. There was no way that the General's stupidity should ruin such a great relationship. He would find a way to get them together, and talking. Ending everything once and for all.

If General O'Neill screwed up his relationship with Sam, that's his problem. It has nothing to do with Daniel. Cameron would be the one to inform her just that!

A few moments more of silence then Cameron rose from the coach. I guess he saw my sad eyes glance his way. Pulling the empty glass from my grip, Cameron left it on the table and pulled me back to the couch.

"Sit!" Cameron ordered. Smiling as I did as directed.

A soft palm to the cheek, and Daniel's lips meeting and melting a kiss on it.

"Daniel, look at me."

I lifted his head and met with Cameron's baby blues.

"Answer me honestly this one question. That's all I ask of you."

"Yes," I said. I had to know.

He took a deep breathe.

"Do you love, Jack O'Neill?"

What? I thought. 'Do I love Jack!' Well, of course I do. I always will. But we will never be. Ever. That delusional fantasy disappeared once Cameron walked into my life. I had to tell him the truth. I couldn't lie to him.

"Ah..." I said with difficulty. I don't want to word this wrong.

Looking him straight in the face I told him. "Yes. Yes I love, Jack." Once that was out of my mouth I could see the hurt in his eyes. I had to fix this, and fast.

Standing up, I pulled him to stand in front of me.

"I will always love him. But, I'm not longer IN love with him. I think my heart has found another."

For a moment he stood there looking a bit complex. Then a sudden smile adorned his face.

He pulled me into a hug and then our lips met.

Mouths opened, and tongues dance. Shirts were lost on the way to the bedroom as he threw me on to my bed.

I begged, pleaded, god I'd sell my soul to the highest bidder just to have him keep doing what he was doing to my body.

Ever nip. Ever Tongue lick.

I didn't even realize that my pants were off until he deep throated me.

"Oh, God. Oh God. " Those were the only coherent words to come from my mouth. His mouth is magical.

His tongue is magnificent. The way he lips up the sides and plays with my slit.

Then as I feel the urge to let loose, he pulls away.

Smiling so as he meets with my mouth.

I help pull him from the remains of his clothes as we slide against one another. Heated and full organs ready to let go.

"Damn, Daniel.. So good.." He pants as he pushes forward. His hand grabbing us together. Then I let out. Losing all control. He soon follows.

He kisses me, then lays his head on my bicep.

"I know we should clean up, but I really don't want to move."

I know how he feels. I don't want to get up either. I want to bask in the afterglow of our first joining.
I love this.. And I think I love him.

In the words of One Jack O'Neill:

Today was a good day.

This will be continued. But Part one of Who Needs Jack is officially over. Thanks for the Reviews. And hope you enjoyed.