Chapter 69
Janet's POV
I sigh and roll over, trying to block out the sounds of their tickle fight from the tent across the other side of camp. I know it's their Honeymoon, but there are something's I don't want to hear.
I concentrate on the other noises in the camp. Teal'c and Ferretti discussing poker as they keep watch. Daniel snoring.
Half of me wants to go over and stop him, by the tried and true method of armpit tickling, and the other is reassured by the noise.
That sound means that all is right with the world. His breathing. Breathing equals alive and nearby.
Oh hell.
At least I don't have him stampeding through my mind at all hours of the day and night any more. I mean, occasionally was nice, but 24/7 of Daniel Jackson in my head was enough to drive anyone around the twist.
I owe you one Sam.