Chapter 13 by Abbot
Daniel's POV
Goddammit, Jack. You're being an idiot.
Luckily, he's got friends like us, I remind
myself as
I pull Janet close. Cassie, the faithful friend to
Sam
that she is, is heading towards him. She's trying to
pull
Jack to his feet, but he's smashed. Not only
smashed, he's sulking
and stubborn. Cassie isn't going
to get him moving if he doesn't
want to, and he
CLEARLY doesn't want to. He has his tenth or
eleventh
beer of the night in hand, sucking away at it like
it'll
make the hurt go away.
Judging by the expression on his face, it's not.
I can tell that that he really wants to be there
with
her, and I can tell by the way he keeps watching me
and
Janet he's green with envy. Hell, I don't know if
it'll be safe to
sleep tonight. I mean, look at us. My
Janet's head is against my
chest. No one cares that
we're so close it's almost pornographic.
Our relationship is everything he wants with Sam.
I think tonight I'm going to hang close to Teal'c.