Title: Resident Feelings

Author: Kiva

Rating: R

Pairing: Jack/Daniel

Category: Missing scene

Status: Finished.

Season/Spoilers: Takes Meridian as canon, I'm afraid. If you don't like stories that suggest this episode happened, don't read this.

Synopsis: I can't...it might spoil it.

Notes: Erm...just something that occured to me while watching a certain ep one night...I threw it to the back of my mind ( what, you think I need MORE plot bunnies?) Recently, viewing the ep again stirred it up, so, when inspiration struck for an ending (at 2 am no less) I typed it up, and thought I'd show it off <G>

Lots of thanks go to Debi C for the Alpha, and CA, for not only Beta'ing it, but giving me the title, too - the reason for which will become apparent.

Now, I apologise for making people go in to this blind, but for the twist to work, you have to be *surprised.* So, hopefully that will happen >:)

Warnings: Lil' but of kissing and rubbing...if you're familiar with slash, you'll know what to expect <EG> Disclaimer; The characters of Stargate SG1 are not mine, nor do I lay any claims on them. This is for entertainment purposes only, and done in the hopes of shutting the damn plot bunnies up.

Walking through the front door of the large, airy house, Daniel paused. Then he shrugged, slipping the jacket he wore off his shoulders, and allowing it to fall down his arms. He threw it towards the nearest flat surface, not really caring where it landed.

Then closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath, he felt himself finally relax. He was home...at last.

"Hey," came a quiet voice from behind him, followed by a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders, the hands coming to rest on opposite shoulders. "How was your day?"

Daniel opened his mouth to respond, becoming distracted by the lips and teeth now kissing and nipping at his left earlobe. "Um...fine. How about you?"

Jack chuckled, letting go long enough to turn Daniel around until they were facing. "Same old same old," he replied. "Fighting the good fight...saving lives...rescuing Mrs. Johnson's cat from the tree it managed to get stuck up again. I tell you, the old biddy wouldn't leave me alone 'til I agreed."

A half-smile lifted the corner of Daniel's mouth. "Fighting the good fight and saving lives I can believe...Mrs. Johnson's cat? No, I think you did *that* 'cause you've got a soft spot for Herman."

Jack shrugged, tightening his arms about Daniel's waist. "Hey, I'm a dog person, remember? How is it my fault I seem to attract animals of all kinds...though, I suppose it helps that the furball has blue eyes."

Daniel smiled fully now. "Oh, it does, does it?"

"You betcha," Jack smirked. "See, that's what makes me wanna help it. And while we're on the subject...what the hell kind of name for a cat is *Herman,* anyway?"

"It was her husband's name, I think," Daniel answered, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember a vague memory about Jack's elderly neighbour.

"Whatever," Jack said, dismissing the conversation as no longer interesting. "It's late. You about ready for bed?"

Daniel wasn't tired, but he didn't really think that was what Jack was asking. So he nodded anyway, following the other man from the room.

"Hey, did I tell you about the new recruits we got the other week?" Jack continued as they walked, both of them trying to bring their bodies into as much contact as they could on the trip up the stairs. It was an old game, one they had played for some time now, as far back as when they had been clueless to the fact that it meant anything more than friendship, and it seemed to offer some sort of comfort now.

"Hmm?" Daniel asked, dragging his mind back from somewhere.

"I said, did I tell you about the new recruits we got?" Jack repeated, stepping onto the landing and stopping to look at Daniel carefully. "You okay?"

Daniel raised his eyebrows. "What? Oh yeah, fine. Just...a little tired, you know?"

It wasn't the truth, but Jack seemed to decide to leave it alone for now. For that, Daniel was grateful. He didn't think he'd be able to come up with an excuse that would satisfy Jack, as he doubted that the other man would simply accept 'I had a tough day at the 'office.''

"Sure," Jack agreed, his voice only a little curious.

But as a lazy, wicked smile quirked up Jack's mouth, it was as if Daniel could read his thoughts. He wouldn't call him on it for *now,* but he knew that the other man would be able to come up with a method of making Daniel talk -- after all, he always had before, for as long as they had been friends -- but judging by the heat he could see in Jack's eyes, this new method would most likely be very pleasurable, for both involved.

For some reason, Jack's generally playful attitude seemed to inspire Daniel then, a little bit of energy transferring from their proximity into him like a shot of adrenaline.

"What are you smirking about?" he asked, making sure the other man couldn't see his amused expression as he walked ahead of him into the bedroom.

"Nothing," Jack replied lightly. He tried his best 'innocent' look on Daniel - something he really had to practice, if the look of suspicion on Daniel's face was anything to go by - and headed into the bathroom, located just off his bedroom.

"So...what did you *really* get up to today?" Jack called, raising his voice to be heard from the bathroom.

Daniel sighed, sitting down on the bed. Apparently Jack wasn't ready to let it go fully. "Oh, you know, a little of this, a little of that. There was nothing really pressing for my attention, which was a welcome change, actually, so I caught up on some paperwork. Did a little bit of reading, too."

He heard Jack's bare feet slapping against the tiled floor of the bathroom as he finished his business, and looked up as his lover - he was *still* getting used to using that word in conjunction with the two of them - clicked off the bathroom light, re-entering the bedroom.

"Sounds *fascinating,*" Jack drawled, his tone suggesting that he thought it was anything *but*.

Daniel didn't answer, just settled for watching Jack come closer, then stop in front of him. "So," he finally murmured, looking up at him.

"So," Jack repeated, and Daniel felt a surge of warmth at the reminder of their little conversational 'ritual.'

"Time for bed?" Daniel said next.

Jack smiled, a simple curve of his lips that sent *actual* heat down Daniel's spine.

"I think you're a little overdressed," Jack whispered then, his smile getting wider.

Daniel made a show of looking down at himself, reacting at the clothes he wore with feigned surprise. "Well, would you look at that...."

Jack snorted softly, jumping onto the bed next to him. "Smart ass," he said fondly.

Daniel smirked now. "Thank you."

Jack let air escape from his closed teeth, creating a small hissing sound as he cuffed the back of Daniel's head playfully. "So...what are you going to do about it?"

Daniel raised an eyebrow, hearing the challenge in Jack's tone. "What are *you* going to do about it?" he responded.

Jack's own eyebrows raised, an added twinkle in his eyes. Without answering, he reached forward, removing Daniel's glasses and then putting his arms around him once more, drawing the other man towards him and fitting their lips together.

They started off slowly, their lips rubbing together, before they both tried to deepen the kiss at the same time, the pair of them pulling back with a small laugh as they clashed. The amusement faded and they tried once more, this time managing to do as they wanted.

They kissed for what felt like hours, in reality knowing that it couldn't have been more than a minute or two. When they needed air they separated.

"So...what are you going to do about it?" Daniel challenged again, breathing hard. He got his answer when Jack tumbled him down to the bed, his fingers reaching for the clothes that were suddenly in the way. Of course, it took twice as long as it should have to get him undressed, since Jack insisted on touching and tasting every part revealed on his way up Daniel's body, leaving Daniel writhing, his pleasure expressed in tiny little huffs of air, almost sighs, escaping of their own volition.

"God, Daniel...I love you," Jack whispered, laying one final kiss on Daniel's lips.

Daniel immediately stopped - stopped moving, stopped sighing...even stopped breathing.

"Daniel?"

Jack sounded worried, he realized. He forced his limbs to move, his lungs to bring in more air. Cupping Jack's whiskery cheek in his palm, he finally voiced the truth of what he'd felt for what seemed like forever. "I love you, too."

His voice was barely there, but it was enough for Jack to hear it, and the older man gave a satisfied smile. "Cool," he murmured, making Daniel laugh softly at the typical Jack-like response. The laugh turned into a slight gasp as Jack rocked against him, the material of the pants he wore rubbing against Daniel's skin, their groins contacting.

"Very cool," Daniel whispered back, unable to prevent himself from moving against Jack, making it the other man's turn to react.

Then the need in Jack's eyes intensified, and Daniel gave up wanting to think anymore.

*****

Laying there later, drowsing in Daniel's arms, Jack stirred suddenly. "Oh, hey...I forgot to ask you something."

Daniel shifted next to him, not letting go of his lover. "What's that?" he asked without opening his eyes.

"You remember 'T'? From the station? Well, he's been having a little trouble lately...I was wondering if you could have a talk with him and his family...you know, in your official capacity as a Resident Psychologist?"

Daniel's eyes shot open, his body tensing. Reality - as twisted as it was right now - intruded upon their moment, shattering his calm into a thousand pieces.

"Danny?" Jack was confused at his silence, he could hear it in his voice...but he couldn't bring himself to assure him.

"Daniel? I mean, I know we agreed not to bring work into the bed, but...he got hurt today, and I told his family that I knew a guy who might be able to help him talk a few things through. 'S how we met after all. Daniel?"

"Yeah," he finally managed, relieved when Jack seemed inclined to take his agreement at face value, accepting that he was okay.

"Great," Jack replied, settling back down onto Daniel's shoulder.

Daniel just squeezed his eyes shut again, his true purpose for being here, right now, remembered. He wasn't Dr. Daniel Jackson, psychologist on staff at the local hospital. He was Dr. Daniel Jackson, now ascended, here to help a very dear friend of his through what would be one hell of a trial.

All he'd really done so far was take a piece of the world that Teal'c's subconscious had created, expanding it, moulding it until it fit parameters that he could take advantage of...use as a distraction, until his friend needed him. Jack wasn't a fire chief, he wasn't a psychologist...Teal'c wasn't human, and none of them were really here.

He and Jack had never had a relationship...because Daniel had never confessed his feelings to his friend, never found out if he would have had a chance.

All he had now was a dream...a fantasy to take refuge in.

His arms tightened unconsciously. Well...it would simply have to do.

The End.