Stargate SG-1 - Last Mission

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As a huge fan of Stargate SG-1 with an even bigger crush on several of its characters, I have often fantasized about their more personal relationships outside Stargate Command. This story began as a simple fantasy, but as it developed, it became much, much more, evolving into a story spanning several chapters.

Being acquainted with the TV programme and its characters will undoubtedly increase your enjoyment of the story, but I have tried to fill in as many pieces as I could for those who have not had the opportunity to see the show before.

I would especially like to thank the creators and writers of Stargate SG-1 for their wonderful story lines (some of which I have borrowed) and their delightful characters. One suggestion, though - next time, come up with a language that doesn't rely so heavily on apostrophes!

I will be posting a new chapter every few days or so in a new thread and linking the chapters together so you can more easily read the story in order without having to search for each chapter.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1
DISCOVERY​

Deep beneath Cheyenne Mountain, Major Samantha Carter walked briskly through the dreary halls of Stargate Command on her way to Dr. Daniel Jackson's office, her footsteps echoing dully off the drab, metal walls. Dressed in military green, she was a bouncy, energetic young woman whose intelligence and knowledge of science were unquestionable. Blonde-haired and with a pixie face, Sam didn't waste time or money on beautifying make-up or professionally-coiffed hair. Instead, hers was a natural beauty which few people failed to notice.

Sam, along with the rest of the SG-1 team, was on the second day of a 5-day stand-down and she was using the time to catch up on a few long-neglected projects. Colonel Jack O'Neill was, of course, at his cabin, no doubt sitting at the end of his dock with a bottle of beer in one hand and a fishing pole in the other, trying to catch non-existent fish in the pond near the cabin. The Jaffa shol'va, Teal'c, was visiting his good friend and mentor, Bra'tac, on his home world of Chulak. Daniel was waiting patiently in his office for the results of the tests Sam had done on the ancient tablet she now carried along with her notes beneath her left arm. She had promised him she would have the results that morning. She was keeping her promise.

Sam still could not believe that Daniel was actually back. She had cried for days when Daniel had died over a year earlier. She could not think of that day without her emotions broiling inside of her. She preferred to think of the day that they had rediscovered an un-Ascended and amnesiac Daniel living a simple, nomadic life on a forgotten planet. Daniel didn't remember them, of course, but they had convinced him to return to Earth and to become the valued team member of SG-1 he had once been.

She couldn't believe how much Daniel had changed. When she had first met Daniel on Abydos several years earlier, he reminded her of a little boy trying to play with a dozen different toys at the same time. Awkward and gangly, anxious and excitable, with long, brown hair and plastic-framed glasses, Daniel was the quintessential ‘geek'. His knowledge of ancient history and mythology amazed her. It was, in fact, Daniel who had first come to the conclusion that the stargate, found in a dig at Giza, was actually an alien transportation device which allowed interplanetary travel and that aliens had been visiting Earth for thousands of years posing as Gods. His theory did not go over well in the archaeological field and he had suffered greatly for it. She felt sorry for him. Now that his theory had been proven correct, no-one could ever know about it. When she saw him again on Vis Uban, she was astounded at the change. With shorter hair and no glasses, Daniel had lost his little boy, nerdy quality. He was now a strong, healthy, handsome young man. His blue eyes still held secrets that he preferred to keep to himself, but his hair was much darker now, adding to his new masculinity. She liked the change.

Following his untimely death and Ascension, Daniel had been replaced by Jonas Quinn, a friend they had met on the planet Langara. Jonas had fallen out of favour with his home continent of Kelowna after Daniel had died saving it during a failed Naquadria test. Daniel had received fatal doses of radiation in the rescue. In order to keep the tests secret from other warring nations on the planet, the Kelowna High Council had branded Jonas a traitor. He had escaped to Earth where he quickly found his place amongst the Earthlings, bringing with him a smuggled supply of Naquadria. As a potential source of vast energy, both Jonas and the mineral were eagerly welcomed.

Jonas, too, had a boyish quality about him. A compact mesomorph, Jonas' blond hair had originally been cut short but combed naturally. During his time on Earth, he enjoyed the short, spikey-haired look that Earth's mousse allowed, giving his face a more mature quality. Blessed with deep dimples on his cheeks and sapphire eyes, the boyish quality returned every time Jonas smiled. He was easy to get to know and even easier to become friends with. A voracious reader with a photographic memory and a keen interest in history, Jonas quickly filled Daniel's empty shoes as a member of SG-1.

Following Daniel's rediscovery, Jonas had accompanied Daniel on his first mission after ‘coming home'. It had involved a little subterfuge aboard Goa'uld System Lord Anubis' mothership, and they had barely escaped with their lives. The mission had, eventually, been successful, but nothing had gone as planned. They barely managed to escape from the mothership, ending up on Kelowna where Jonas had returned a long-overdue favour and saved his friend's life by jumping in front of Daniel as he was about to be shot by a Jaffa staff blast, taking the shot himself. Later, Jonas had returned to Kelowna, now a hero to his people. Daniel's memory gradually returned. Samantha Carter couldn't have been more pleased to have Daniel home and a member of SG-1 again.

She arrived at Daniel's office, hand ready to knock and announce her arrival, when she saw that Daniel was not at his desk. "Probably getting another coffee," she thought to herself. Daniel had been a little ‘out of sorts' lately, undoubtedly due to his efforts to regain lost segments of a life he was trying desperately to remember. She wasn't overly concerned. She knew it would take time. She was about to leave when an unusual sound came from inside the room. Concerned, she stepped inside and glanced to her left.

"Oh, my," she said aloud. Standing before her, out of sight of the door, were Daniel Jackson and Jonas Quinn, locked in a very close embrace and engaged in a deep and extremely passionate kiss. Each had their right arms wrapped around the neck of the other. Jonas' left hand held Daniel's right butt cheek firmly in its grasp while Daniel's left hand was firmly planted over the mound of flesh tenting the front of Jonas' pants, his hips pressing urgently into Jonas' left hip.

On hearing her voice, both men looked in her direction, surprised and startled. They quickly disentangled themselves, Jonas dropping his hands to cover the distended material at his crotch.

Carter turned away, about to leave, when Daniel called to her, "Sam! Wait!"

"Sorry, Daniel. Jonas," she mumbled. "I'm really sorry. I'll . . . um . . . I'll put these on your desk." Sam turned toward the desk and set the tablet and notes onto it. "I'm sorry," she repeated.

As she did so, Jonas said urgently, "Sam, it's not what you think!"

Still looking at the desk, she responded angrily, "No, Jonas! I'm pretty sure it's what I think it was!" She could not look at them. She turned toward the door, anxious to leave..

"Sam, please," said Daniel, much urgently. "We need your help!"

Samantha turned to face them, anger and embarrassment showing clearly in her face. They had moved to stand directly in front of her."If you don't know what to do now, Daniel, I'm afraid I can't help you! You'll just have to figure that out for yourselves!"

"Listen to me, Sam," Daniel pleaded. "We don't understand why this is happening to us. We think Anubis might have done something to us when we were aboard his ship."

"Oh, come on, Daniel," Sam said accusingly. "Surely you don't expect me to believe that Anubis had anything to do with what I just saw you doing! You could have come up with a better story than that!"

She clenched her jaws, her eyes burning. She had never felt so betrayed in her life.

"Sam," Jonas said quietly, "have we ever lied to you?"

Sam thought for a moment. It was true. They had never lied to her. The anger slowly drained from her face and she relented. "No."

"We need your help, Sam," Daniel continued. "We're feeling urges we've never felt before. Compulsions. Desires. We don't know what's happening or why. Will you help us figure this out?"

"Please?" added Jonas.

Carter averted her gaze to the floor beside her. "I'm feeling very uncomfortable with this, guys."

Daniel warmly put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Sam."

She looked into Daniel's bright, blue eyes and was drawn into them. She searched them for a long time. At first, she saw fear, but it wasn't the look of fear at being discovered by her in a compromising position. It was much deeper than that. She saw the confusion, the concern, the battle going on within his mind.

She looked at Jonas and saw the same thing. Perhaps she had been mistaken. It was definitely a very passionate kiss she had witnessed, but doubt rose in her mind that their feelings were truly their own. They were frightened. Perhaps Anubis had done some mental manipulation on both of them. He had been, after all, an Ascended Being once. Daniel had told them so while he, himself, was Ascended. Anubis would certainly have the knowledge and wherewithal to carry out such a plan. Why, she could not fathom, but the possibility was there, and both Daniel and Jonas deserved the benefit of her doubt.

She turned her attention back to Daniel, who removed his hand from her shoulder. "Okay," she said. "I'll try to help. So, let me get this straight. You're saying that something like this happened on Anubis' ship?"

"Yes," the boys answered in unison.

"And I'm guessing that neither of you have done anything like this before." She said it as a statement rather than a question.

"Never," said Daniel.

"But the compulsion is there, Sam," Jonas explained. "That's why I'm here. I couldn't deal with it on Kelowna. I had to come back to be with Daniel. I had to find out what's going on with me. I was more than surprised to find out that Daniel was going through the same thing, that he has the same feelings about me as I have for him."

Sam thought for a moment, then asked, "You don't think these feelings are real, do you?"

"We don't know," Daniel said calmly. "They feel real enough that they could be. But I didn't even feel the need to be with Sha're as strongly as I feel the need to be with Jonas. We just can't explain it."

Sam looked at Daniel in a new light. Daniel was a very private person. A loner of sorts. He never discussed his private life with anyone. But he was also the most honest person she knew. He overflowed with integrity. Both he and Jonas were brilliant. They should easily have been able to rationalize this behaviour. And they had. Anubis was a possible answer. After all, there had been many missions in the past in which some method or other had been used to force a member of the team to fall head-over-heals in love with someone. They felt that this might be another one of those times. That was good enough for her.

"I'm going to need Janet in on this as well," she said finally.

Daniel heaved a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank you! We were going to ask for her help as well."

"And General Hammond," Sam added.

Jonas' voice filled with concern as he asked, "Do we really need to involve him?"

"If Anubis is playing with your minds somehow, he must be involved."

"She's right, Jonas. We can't keep him out of this one." Jonas nodded.

"Okay, then," said Sam. "Can I use your phone?"

"Of course."

Carter picked up the receiver and punched a few buttons on the dial. A moment later, she said, "Hi, Janet. It's me, Sam. Listen, I'm here with Daniel and Jonas. . . . Yeah, he arrived this morning. Something's come up. They think Anubis might have done something to them." She paused, listening. "No, I don't know any details. I wanted to wait until we could all talk together. And we need to get General Hammond in on this as well. . . . I have no idea. . . . Yes, when they were on the mothership. . . . Okay, I'll wait here. I'm in Daniel's office." She hung up the phone and turned to her friends. "She's going to talk to General Hammond and call me back here."

"Good," Daniel said. Then, after a moment or two, he added, "Do you think we're nuts, Sam?"

"Well," Carter said, thinking back to the time she and Colonel O'Neill were stranded in Antarctica with little hope of rescue, the feelings she had shared with Jack, "you thought you were going to die. You said so in your report. Weird things happen when people think they are going to die. Trust me, I know."

"But we didn't die," Jonas said. "And we're not dying now. So why do I still have all these urges?"

"And me, too," Daniel reminded him. "Sam, it feels like we're losing control of ourselves. We need to know what's going on."

"Okay, we'll figure it out," Carter said reassuringly. "Look, I'm sorry I over-reacted."

"Believe me," said Daniel sincerely, "we're as shocked by it as you were." He smiled at her, then leaned forward to kiss her cheek. "Thank you, Sam."

"What could happen to Daniel?" Jonas asked, concerned.

"You mean concerning his job here?" Jonas nodded. "You're both civilians. I don't think they could use it to fire him, especially if Anubis is controlling your minds. General Hammond will be able to tell you."

Daniel asked quietly, "And if the feelings are real?"

"I don't know, Daniel," she said. "I really don't know."

The phone interrupted them. Samantha answered it. "Major Carter. . . . Hi, Janet. . . . Okay. We'll meet you there." She replaced the receiver. "General Hammond is waiting for us in the briefing room. Janet will meet us there."

Daniel sucked in a deep breath. "Okay, then." Looking at Jonas, he asked, "Are you ready to do this?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Gesturing gallantly toward the door, Daniel said to Sam, "After you."

To Be Continued​

 

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Chapter 2
BACKGROUND​

General Hammond sat in his usual chair at the head of the large briefing table, the stargate visible through the large windows behind him. Major Carter and Dr. Fraiser sat to his left; Daniel and Jonas to his right. He began. "Dr. Fraiser has informed me that there may be some concern about some mental influences on both of you by Anubis?"

"Yes, Sir," said Daniel. "Since our mission aboard Anubis' mothership, both Jonas and I have felt some. . . ‘urges'. . . that we don't understand. We think Anubis might have something to do with it."

"Urges?" Hammond asked.

"Yes, Sir," Jonas explained. "Since I returned to Kelowna, I've had this desire - this. . . ‘need' - to be with Daniel. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't concentrate on anything. That's why I came back to Earth this morning. I needed to know what's going on. I needed to see Daniel again."

"I've had the same thoughts about Jonas, Sir," Daniel added.

"Do you mean just to be with each other or. . . ?"

"We mean ‘or', Sir."

General Hammond looked from Daniel to Jonas and back again. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"Excuse me, General," Sam interrupted. "According to both Daniel and Jonas, they have never experienced these feelings for other men until they went aboard Anubis' mothership. Since then, the compulsions have been overwhelming them. That's why they're concerned that Anubis may be influencing them somehow."

Hammond turned to face the two young men. "Isn't it possible that these feelings for each other are real and you've simply been repressing them?"

"They feel very real, General," Daniel explained. "But they happened so suddenly, and they were so overpowering."

Jonas added, "And they still are. We didn't even know the other was having them until just a few minutes ago when I went to see Daniel."

Hammond nodded his understanding. "If Anubis had a part in all this," he said, "it raises a big question: Why?"

"I don't know, Sir," Carter said. "Perhaps he sensed them aboard his ship and wanted to ruin their plans to shut down his weapon."

"But we succeeded," Jonas reminded them. "If he wanted to make sure we couldn't destroy his superweapon, he could have just killed us."

"The Tok'ra isotope shielded us from the ship's sensors," said Daniel, " but maybe not from Anubis' mind. He could have been aware of us from the moment we boarded his ship but couldn't find us because of the isotope."

"He would have had the ship searched if he felt threatened," Carter said. "You said the incident didn't happen until after Jonas escaped from his cell."

"Perhaps," suggested Dr. Fraiser, "he wasn't aware of them until it was too late. As far as he knew, his ship was virtually impenetrable. He was much too busy looking for the Lost City to be wasting his time searching for someone who couldn't have been on his ship in the first place."

"That sounds reasonable, Doctor," said Hammond. Then, to Jonas, he asked, "When exactly did the urges begin, Mr. Quinn?"

"Soon after I escaped from the prison cell, Sir."

"Then we're still stuck with the question of why Anubis would plant the suggestions afterward."

The room fell silent as everyone tried to think of the answer.

"SG-1."

Everyone turned to Daniel, who had been sitting quietly, staring at the wood grains in the tabletop.

"Please explain, Dr. Jackson," the General encouraged.

Daniel sat up in his chair, grasping his hands together in front of him. "Think about it," he continued. "Before I Ascended, SG-1 kicked some serious Goa'uld butt. We weren't a threat to Anubis, though. He's half-Ascended. What could we do to him? When Jonas took my place, SG-1 kicked more Goa'uld butt, but we still weren't a threat to Anubis. And, suddenly, there I was again, and there were 5 of us. In a single mission, we had managed to trick him into our plan and lure him into our trap, nearly had him eliminated by Lord Yu, and disabled his new superweapon. We were suddenly a very real threat to his plans to dominate the Goa'uld System Lords."

Daniel paused a moment, allowing the others to absorb his theory. "Okay," he continued, "so he had to find a way to split us up. . . to make us less of a threat to him. He had to find a way to drive a wedge between us. What better way than to have SG-1 fighting amongst ourselves?"

"But he couldn't have been certain of the team's reactions to something like this," Dr. Fraiser said. "Or your own, for that matter. And he couldn't even have been certain of your survival."

"We did survive, though," said Jonas. "Maybe that was part of his plan. Maybe he allowed us to escape in order to start the dissent between us."

"Okay," Janet accepted statement. "So, how would homosexuality drive a wedge between SG-1?"

Daniel responded. "He knows Teal'c, and he knows how regimented and rule-bound the Jaffa are. Surely, Teal'c would object to something as taboo as homosexuality. And if anyone else on the team objected, it would definitely create hard feelings within the team. It would probably tear the team apart eventually."

General Hammond, lips pressed tightly together, contemplated the idea. He nodded slightly to himself and said, "Agreed." Then, "Jonas? Dr. Jackson? Are you sure you've never felt these urges before? Nothing like this has every happened to either of you before?"

"Very sure, Sir," said Daniel. "And I'm sorry that we. . . I mean. . . Jonas and I. . . that we. . . um. . ."

"I think what Daniel is trying to say, Sir," Jonas added, "is that we lied on our mission reports."

General Hammond stared menacingly into Jonas' eyes. "Yes?"

"Well," Jonas amended, "we didn't so much ‘lie' as we left some things out."

"Perhaps now is the time to put them back in, Mr. Quinn."

"Yes, Sir," said Jonas. Between himself and Daniel, they filled in the missing pieces.

 

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Chapter 3
MISSING PIECES - Part 1​

(With additions provided by mission reports and from notes taken by Dr. McKenzie.)

Anubis was a threat, not only to Earth, but to the entire galaxy. Unlike Daniel Jackson, who retained no memory of his Ascension except a better understanding of the Ancient language, Anubis held the knowledge of the Ancients within his mind. He had used that knowledge to create a superweapon - one which could destroy entire fleets of ships and, indeed, entire worlds. The destruction of Abydos was definitive proof of that. It was clear that Anubis was well on his way to domination on a galactic scale.

He had to be stopped.

The first glimmer of hope came from Dr. Daniel Jackson, who had recently been found alive and well on what SG-1 had thought to be ‘The Lost City of the Ancients'. After being expelled from the Race of Ascended Beings for his intentional attempts to battle Anubis, Daniel appeared in human form with no memory of life before his Ascension. Taken in by a kindly tribe of nomads, Daniel had lived with them for several months before being discovered by friends he could not remember. Convinced of his identity and his unique ability and knowledge to help fight evil as part of SG-1, Daniel had agreed to return with them to Earth. His memories slowly began to return.

After examining the tablets found on Abydos, the tablets he had warned Jonas Quinn to guard with his life just minutes before the destruction of Abydos, Daniel noticed that Jonas, who had used Daniel's own notes, had mistranslated the word ‘locun'. It did not mean ‘of the lost' as originally thought. Instead, it meant ‘to make lost'. In other words, the Lost City was not actually lost. It had been hidden away by the Ancients. The City of the Lost still existed, but not where they were looking for it on Vis Uban. If a way could be found to trick Anubis into traveling to Vis Uban as they had done, they might have a chance of destroying his superweapon and eliminating him entirely.

A plan was quickly put together. Using a fake tablet which would be planted by the Tok'ra and ‘discovered' by Anubis, he would be lured to the same planet upon which Daniel had been found, thinking, as they had, that it was ‘The Lost City of the Ancients'. Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill, flying an F-302, would use a very short and very precise burst of hyperspeed to pass through the shields surrounding Anubis' mothership. Once inside, they would destroy the cooling shaft which would cause the superweapon's crystal core to overheat and be destroyed as soon as the weapon began to power up. Dr. Jackson and Jonas Quinn would smuggle themselves aboard the mothership with the aid of a Tok'ra isotope injected into their blood which would hide them from the ship's sensors. Using their knowledge of the Ancient language, which Anubis used in order to protect his computer systems, Daniel and Jonas would locate the necessary ventilation shaft, relay the coordinates to Carter and O'Neill, and escape. Teal'c would arrive with Lord Yu's fleet, which would then give Anubis cause to power up his superweapon. Carter and O'Neill would destroy the ventilation shaft, making the superweapon useless, and Lord Yu would easily eliminate a defenseless Anubis.

According to plan, a Command Centre had been set up on Vis Uban. Daniel and Jonas, disguised as Jaffa, used the transport rings to board Anubis' ship. They cautiously made their way to a computer terminal while Carter and O'Neill, awaiting the arrival of Lord Yu's fleet and the location of the ventilation shaft, were forced to engage a number of gliders. Unfortunately, Lord Yu did not arrive as planned. Suffering from lapses in memory and senility, Lord Yu decided at the last moment to take the Jaffa, Teal'c, into custody and to divert his fleet across the galaxy, where he believed Anubis was really situated.

Fortunately for SG-1, Anubis discovered the presence of General Hammond and the Command Centre set up on the planet below and targeted the stargate. The ‘Lost City' would become lost forever. As he began the power-up of his superweapon, Carter and O'Neill burst through the shields and destroyed the cooling shaft. Anubis had no choice but to power-down his superweapon before it exploded.

Meanwhile, the two infiltrators, Daniel and Jonas, were discovered aboard the ship and were forced to run for their lives. In a desperate attempt to save his friend, Jonas forced Daniel to hide in the ship's ventilation shafts before he, himself, was captured and taken before Anubis.

Anubis implanted a spiked golf-ball-sized mind probe into Jonas' brain and discovered the existence of Naquadria, a fuel much more powerful than Naquada, on Jonas' home of Kelowna. With this new discovery, Anubis would have all the power he needed, despite the fact that it was extremely unstable. A way would be found to stabilize it. He set course for Kelowna.

Jonas survived the mind probe - a procedure which would have destroyed the brains of ordinary humans. His unique genetic structure, possibly bolstered by the recent genetic experiments done on him by the Goa'uld Nirrti, allowed Jonas to escape death. Imprisoned in a holding cell protected by a force shield, Jonas could only bide his time and hope that Daniel, too, was still alive.

Daniel, having made his way to a computer console, discovered that Jonas was still alive and being held prisoner. He cautiously made his way to the holding cell but could not shut off the force field protecting the doorway. As he and Jonas were discussing their options, an explosion shook the ship and the force field became unstable, but did not disappear. Jonas could think of no other option than to try to jump through the shield during one of its disruptions.

Jonas managed to escape the cell through the shield, but his timing had not been as exact as it could have been and he received quite a severe jolt to his body. Knowing that Jaffa would soon be arriving to check on their prisoner, Daniel quickly grabbed Jonas and, supporting him, made his way to the ventilation shaft.

Leading the way, Daniel crawled through the shaft in the direction he hoped would lead them to the rings. Jonas followed closely behind. Intent on his efforts to find a way to freedom, Daniel did not notice that Jonas had stopped following him until he heard a hollow thud and a desperate whisper, "Daniel!" He turned his head. Jonas lay face down in the cramped ventilation shaft. He quickly crawled back to Jonas, reaching him in seconds.

He placed his hand on Jonas' back and called softly to him. "Jonas! Jonas, can you hear me?" He rolled Jonas onto his back and, kneeling beside him, cradled the young man in his lap. Jonas was unconscious. He gently slapped Jonas' cheek while whispering his name over and over.

Jonas eventually opened his eyes. Looking up into the face of his friend, he said loudly, "Daniel!" Daniel quickly placed his hand over Jonas' mouth and shushed him.

"Easy there, Champ," he said quietly, moving his hand to stroke Jonas' hair in an attempt to calm and reassure him. "We're not out of this yet." Looking both ways along the shaft, Daniel turned his attention to his injured friend again. "Are you okay?"

"It hurts. I can't stop shaking. My whole body feels like one giant toothache. If I ever get the urge to jump through a shield like that again, shoot me."

"I can do that," said Daniel with a reassuring smile. "We'll rest here for awhile. Can you sit up?"

"I think so," said Jonas. Daniel helped him into a seating position. Unfolding his legs from beneath him and leaning against the wall of the shaft, Daniel pulled Jonas toward him and wrapped his arms tightly around him, comforting him.

Both sat in silence for several minutes. Slowly, Jonas' body stopped twitching and he relaxed in Daniel's embrace. "We're not going to get out of this one, are we?" His voice was full of worry.

"Sure we will," Daniel said emphatically. "We've been in worse situations than this before."

"No, we haven't," Jonas replied. "The last situation we were in together, you died. Remember?"

"I'm beginning to," said Daniel, hugging his friend even closer. "We'll get out of here. I promise."

After another pause, Jonas said, "You should have escaped when you had the chance."

"And leave you behind?" Daniel assured him. "Not an option."

After a long pause, Jonas said in a quiet whisper, "I'm glad you didn't."

Jonas sat up. Daniel released him. Turning his body to face his friend, Jonas stared deeply into Daniel's warm, blue eyes. Suddenly, he leaned forward. Their lips met. They kissed.

When they separated, Daniel asked, "Why did you do that?"

Jonas shrugged. "I just wanted to. . . I needed to show you how grateful I am for what you did for me. . . and for what you're doing for me now. Are you angry?"

"No, I'm not angry at all," Daniel replied. "In fact. . ."

Daniel reached out, wrapping his arms around Jonas once more and pulling him forward. He pressed his lips firmly against Jonas' lips. The kiss was long and deep and very passionate. Jonas' arms soon wrapped themselves around Daniel, pulling their chests together, and the kiss continued with even more passion and urgency.

With both mouths and both tongues working furiously against each other, Jonas coaxed Daniel onto his back. Lying halfway on Daniel's body, Jonas pulled his right arm loose and planted his hand firmly on Daniel's left breast, the nipple captured between his index and middle fingers. He could feel Daniel's heart pounding beneath the thin material of his T-shirt. Jonas' leg slid easily over Daniel's legs, his thigh nudging the base of Daniel's crotch which was now quickly expanding with excitement.

The kiss continued. Jonas moved his hand smoothly down Daniel's body, across the heaving chest and stomach, until it came to rest over the zipper of his pants. He grasped the solid flesh beneath the material, his own hardness pressing against Daniel's hip. Moments later, his fingers found the zipper tab and pulled downward. The fingers slipped easily inside, grasping the throbbing penis through the thin material of Daniel's underwear. Daniel made no move to stop him.

Moments later, however, reality caught up with Daniel. He placed his hand against Jonas' shoulder and pushed him away. "Jonas!" he whispered urgently. "Stop!" Jonas pulled away and saw the panic in Daniel's face. "We have to stop!"

Jonas remembered the danger they were in and noticed where his hand was for the first time. He quickly removed it from the opening in Daniel's pants and carefully pulled up the zipper. Daniel asked, his brow wrinkled in confusion, "What in hell just happened?"

Jonas looked into Daniel's eyes. "I don't know," he replied, "but I couldn't stop myself."

"Neither could I," Daniel admitted, "but this is neither the time nor the place for this to be happening." They sat up again, Jonas moving to sit against the other wall, facing Daniel, his chest still heaving in excitement.

"I've never done anything like that before," Jonas said. "Have you?"

"No."

"These past few hours have been pretty intense for both of us," Jonas suggested. "I think we just needed to let off a little steam."

"Maybe," said Daniel. "Let's just forget about it for now and get the hell out of here. We'll talk about it when we get back home."

Jonas nodded.

"Are you ready?"

"Sure. Let's go."

In a desperate rush for survival, Daniel and Jonas made it to the ring room. Not knowing where they would end up, they engaged the rings and appeared in a warehouse on Kelowna. Surrounding them were Major Carter, Teal'c, and a number of Jaffa from Anubis' ship. Daniel and Jonas immediately opened fire with their zat guns, easily dispatching the surprised Jaffa.

The two new arrivals soon learned from Carter that she had found an information crystal which may contain details on early Naquadria experiments by the original Goa'uld who was studying the mineral. They returned to the Kelownan bunker where Commander Hale demanded the crystal. As Carter handed it to him, Anubis' chief lieutenant, Her'ak, and his entourage of Jaffa, appeared from behind him. Hale explained that Anubis had promised to leave Kelowna alone in exchange for the crystal. He handed the crystal to Her'ak who, in turn, immediately killed him.

At that moment, Ba'al's fleet, summoned by Teal'c, arrived, quickly surrounding Anubis' mothership and destroying it. Some of the blasts hit the city, and Colonel O'Neill realized that Ba'al had, indeed, arrived and immediately challenged the Jaffa in a shooting match. Her'ak, attempting to escape through the stargate, was tripped by Carter, who also managed to retrieve the crystal.

Meanwhile, Daniel Jackson was about to be shot with a staff weapon blast when Jonas suddenly pushed Daniel out of harm's way, taking the shot himself. Payment in return, he thought, for the sacrifice Daniel had once made for him.

Safely back on Earth, with more memories returning every minute, Daniel went to visit Jonas in the Infirmary the moment Dr. Fraiser gave him permission to do so. "Can I see him alone?" he asked Janet.

"Sure," she replied with a smile. "Take your time." Janet left Daniel and Jonas alone in the room, closing the door behind her.

Daniel pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, smiling as he looked at his friend. The head of the bed was raised and Jonas was sitting up. Daniel calmly reached out and took Jonas' free hand in his own. Jonas' other arm was bandaged and immobilized in a sling. Daniel squeezed the hand gently.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like crap," Jonas replied. "Dr. Fraiser is keeping me pretty doped up."


"She's the best there is."

"I know." Jonas paused, his face full of concern and embarrassment. "Look, about the ship."

"Forget about that right now," Daniel said. "Concentrate on getting better first."

"I have to talk about it, Daniel. Now. Please?"

"Okay, let's talk."

"I didn't imagine it, did I?."

"No, you didn't."

"Are you upset?"

"No. Not ‘upset'. More ‘confused'."

"So am I." Jonas paused, his eyes moist with tears. "I wanted so much to happen. I couldn't help myself. If you hadn't stopped me. . ."

Daniel squeezed Jonas' hand reassuringly. "Believe me," he said with a smile, "if circumstances had been different, I don't think I could have."

"Look," Daniel said after a short pause, "you look like you're about to fall asleep. I'll let you rest for now, but I'll be back later and we'll talk about it then." He released Jonas' hand from his own and stood up.

"Promise?"

"Try to stop me." On impulse, he leaned forward and kissed Jonas gently on his forehead. "I will definitely be back. Now, get some rest."

To Be Continued​

 

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Chapter 4
MISSING PIECES - Part 2​

As the days passed, Jonas' injuries mended under the skilled administrations of Dr. Fraiser and her staff. Daniel returned to talk to him as often as he could, but they didn't talk about what had happened on the ship, nor did they hold hands or kiss each other again, but each felt much better when they were together.

On the third day of his recovery, Jonas surprised Daniel with shocking news. "I'm going back to Kelowna."

"When? Why?" Daniel's disappointment was obvious. He didn't like this idea at all.

Jonas' eyes were filled with sadness as he explained. "Tomorrow. They want me to come back. The Tiranians and the Andaris have agreed to a joint ruling council, but only if I'm the Kelownan representative. I'm a hero now." The smile that crossed his face was a feeble one.

Daniel swallowed the hurt he felt growing in his throat and managed to say, "That's great!" The smile he showed was forced. Jonas could see that Daniel didn't want him to leave. He didn't want to leave, either. But he had to. Daniel would be rejoining SG-1. There was no place for him here anymore. He would miss his friends greatly, but he had no idea how much he would miss Daniel.

* * * * *

The dreams began that night. Alone in his apartment, Daniel awoke suddenly in the early hours of the morning. His pyjama bottoms were strangely moist, he still had a throbbing erection. He suddenly realized that he had had his first wet dream since he was a teenager. The highly erotic dream was still fresh in his mind, and Jonas had been his co-star. The sex had been heart-poundingly real and intense and more exciting than any other dream he could remember having.

It had felt so real to him. He could actually remember the feeling of Jonas' mouth as it had traveled up and down his throbbing cock. He could remember the feel and the texture and the taste of Jonas' own cock, both in his hand and his mouth. He could feel the intensity of Jonas' orgasm. . . the swelling of his penis. . . the taste of his semen. His participation and reciprocation had not been the least bit repulsive to him. He had, in fact, been a more-than-willing participant. He was eager to please Jonas as Jonas was pleasing him. He was even more confused than he had been during the past few days.

He considered getting up and having a quick shower to clean himself up and to get changed, but he was enjoying the moment and the memory too much to move. Instead, he rolled onto his side, grabbed the other pillow into a warm hug, and fell asleep. In his mind, Jonas Quinn slept in his arms.

* * * * *

Jonas Quinn stood on the ramp in front of the open stargate, his arm still in a sling, and holding a carrying bag in his other hand. He sadly said his tearful ‘goodbyes' and turned to walk up the ramp toward the glowing circle of light. Daniel choked back tears that threatened to begin flowing as he watched Jonas disappear into the watery horizon. He stood there for a time, even after the stargate shut down and everyone else had left. He knew now how his friends must have felt when he had died the year before. He felt like Jonas had just died and left him all alone. He didn't enjoy the feelings.

He turned, walked out the large, sliding doors, and strode quickly down the hall. He had almost reached his office when he changed his mind. Slipping down a side corridor, he hurried to his assigned quarters and closed the door securely behind him. With his back to the door, the tears burst free. He cried for a long time.

Things didn't get easier in the following days. His mind was filled with memories of Jonas. He remembered the feel of Jonas' hand inside his pants, and he longed to feel it again. He longed to feel that and much, much more. He longed to touch Jonas as he had been touched. He longed to kiss him as they had kissed on the ship. He wanted to be with him. He needed to be with him. And he didn't understand why. He had never felt that way about anyone in his whole life and he wasn't at all certain he could go on without Jonas at his side.

* * * * *

Jonas had arrived through the stargate a few days earlier, greeted by the remaining High Council. Following the usual pleasantries and greetings, Jonas had excused himself, saying that he was very tired and needed to rest. He was escorted to his apartment where he locked himself in, lay down on the bed, and cried himself to sleep. As he slept, his dreams were about Daniel. In his dreams, Daniel was willing to participate, but he took a passive role, eagerly accepting all the pleasures Jonas endowed upon him.

He awoke later that afternoon, got out of bed to use the bathroom, then returned to his bed. Stripping himself of all his clothes, Jonas lay down and masturbated three times, remembering the dream, the episode in the ventilation shaft, and thinking about all the things he felt he needed to do to Daniel Jackson. He finally fell asleep again. The dreams continued.

The next morning, he alerted the High Council that he would not be available that day and spent the day alone with his memories, his thoughts, and his feelings. He had never had sexual thoughts about another man like he was having now, and they were frightening him. Having to live without Daniel frightened him more.

* * * * *

Daniel Jackson rapped lightly on the door of Samantha Carter's laboratory. Sam, busy with her microscope, looked up. With a huge grin on her face, she said, "Daniel! Come on in!"

Daniel entered slowly, contemplating.

"What can I do for you?" Sam asked.

Daniel looked extremely puzzled and bothered. "Do you remember Seth?" he asked.

"Sure. Why?"

"What was that stuff he used on us?"

Sam answered, "You mean the nish'ta?"

"Yeah," said Daniel. "That's it. How did that stuff work?"

"From what I understand, it was a virus that infiltrated all the cells of the body and left the victim open to suggestion and thought control. They literally became a puppet with someone pulling all the strings."

"You used something to counteract it."

"Earplugs that gave a jolt of electricity."

"Right." Daniel paused, thinking. "Do you still have them here?"

"No," said Sam curiously. "Why?"

"Well," Daniel explained, "I remembered Seth this morning, but not the details. Things help me remember. A word, an object, an event. They all help to bring back the memories. I thought that, if I could experience it, I would remember more."

In actuality, Daniel now remembered the entire event, but the thing that had stuck clearly in his mind was the nish'ta. Perhaps, he had thought, Anubis had used a variation of it and all the emotions he was feeling had been implanted by the evil false god.

"I can rig something up," Sam told him. "Wait here. It will only take a minute or two."

Sam busied herself, gathering the materials she needed to create the simple machine. Soon, she was finished. "It's not an earplug," she explained as she clamped thin wires to Daniel's left ear and plugged the other ends into a small, black box with various switches and dials, "but it will have the same effect."

She plugged in the box, set the dials to her satisfaction, and asked, "Ready?"

Daniel nodded. There was a click and a sudden jolt of electricity shot through him. "Ow!" he shouted as he covered his ear. "That hurt!"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'm fine." He closed his eyes and let his mind go where it would. It immediately went to memories of Jonas and himself, together in the ventilation shaft aboard Anubis' ship. He forced himself to think of his office, but Jonas was there with him, sitting beside him, listening to him as he talked. He thought of painting the walls of his apartment, but Jonas was beside him, paintbrush in his hand. He thought of shopping for a new pair of slacks and Jonas was there to help with the fitting. No matter what he thought of, Jonas was always there with him. He clenched his jaw tightly. His forehead wrinkled as if in pain.

"Daniel?" Sam called. Then, louder, "Daniel!"

Daniel opened his eyes. And looked at Sam. He had his answer. It wasn't nish'ta, but Anubis could have used something else that couldn't be cured with a jolt of electricity. He couldn't tell Sam that, though. Instead, he said, "Tommy. We rescued a boy named Tommy."

"Yes," Sam said encouragingly.

"Jack was afraid he'd wake up singing soprano. Jacob was injured. You killed Seth with the hand device. You pounded him into the floor."

"Yes," said Sam, smiling. "It all happened."

As if in a daze, Daniel yanked the small clamps from his ear and dropped them."Thanks," he said absently, turned and walked out the door.

Confused, Samantha Carter watched Daniel leave the room.

* * * * *

"Jonas!" The voice was ethereal and distant. It wasn't speaking to him. Another voice in his head was repeating the words ‘Anubis' and ‘mind probe'. Could Anubis be responsible for the torment he was enduring? Could the mind probe be causing the thoughts he had about Daniel?

"Jonas!" The voice was louder this time - closer. A hand was shaking his shoulder.

Jonas turned his head and looked at the Andari delegate.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry," he said, "I don't feel well. I need to go home."

Without waiting for a response, Jonas rose and left the room. He rushed home, threw a few of his belongings into his carrying bag, made a quick phone call, hurried to the stargate, and dialed Earth. General Hammond met him on the ramp.

"Mr. Quinn," he said cheerfully.

"General," replied Jonas, smiling. "Permission to visit SGC."

"Granted," said the General, offering his hand. "You're always welcome here, Son."

"Thank you, Sir."

"I see Dr. Fraiser worked her magic again."

"Yes, Sir," Jonas said, rotating his injured arm, now sling-free. "I'd like to see her for a check-up later if you don't mind. I don't trust those quacks on Kelowna."

"I'm sure she would like to see you as well."

General Hammond, placing a fatherly arm over the younger man's shoulder, guided him toward the door. "Your room is still available."

"Thank you, Sir," Jonas said. "Is SG-1 here?"

"They began a 5-day stand-down yesterday. Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c are away, but Dr. Jackson and Major Carter are on base. I'm sure they'd both enjoy hearing your latest news."

"I'm sure they will, too, Sir."

They stopped outside the door. "Wait here a moment. I'll have your passes and cards sent down to you."

"Thank you, Sir."

"It's good to see you again, Jonas."

"It's good to be back, Sir."

Jonas soon received his pass cards and made his way quickly to his room. Tossing the bag on the bed, he stripped off his Kelownan clothes. He opened the bag, pulled out a sweater, fresh underwear and socks, and a pair of beige pants. Pulling out a small bottle of cologne, he splashed a bit onto his hands and rubbed it over his chest and under his arms. He dressed quickly. The sweater and slacks fit tightly, shaping themselves to the contours of his body. Such clothing would never be acceptable on Kelowna, but, on Earth, they were commonplace.

He left his room, heading directly toward Daniel Jackson's office. He found Daniel sitting at his desk, dressed in his Air Force blue uniform. Books were opened in front of him, but Daniel was paying them no attention. The fingers of his left hand cradled his forehead, his elbow resting on the desk. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenching. He was twirling his glasses in his fingers. Daniel looked tormented and in pain.

Jonas felt a heat rising within him. It flowed from his chest and settled itself in his loins. He could feel himself becoming excited, his balls tingling and his penis growing. He welcomed the excitement and did nothing to either prevent or hide it. It was Daniel who did this to him, and he had to know Daniel's reactions to seeing him like this. He took a deep breath, held it, and stepped forward.

He moved quietly into the room to stand before the desk. Daniel's nostrils suddenly flared as he sniffed the air and his eyes snapped open. He stared in disbelief at the apparition standing before him. He put on his glasses and recognition and relief flooded his face as he stared into the deep, magnetic blue of Jonas' eyes. If he even noticed the long tube of manflesh expanding the material of Jonas' slacks, he gave no indication. "Jonas!" he said in a loud whisper. He scrambled to his feet and moved quickly around his desk. Jonas moved toward him. They met and they fell into a solid embrace.

"Oh, God, Jonas!" They held each other close for almost a minute, each pulling the other as near to him as he could. Daniel finally came to his senses and broke the embrace. Grabbing Jonas' arm, he said urgently, "Come on, away from the door." He pulled Jonas into the corner were he hugged him again. "I've missed you so damned much," he said, and kissed Jonas tenderly on top of his head.

"I've missed you, too, Daniel." Jonas moved so he could look into Daniel's eyes. "That's why I came. I had to come. What's happening to us?"

"I don't know, Jonas, but since you went back to Kelowna, I haven't been able to think of anything else except you."

"Same with me. I feel like I need to be with you and I don't understand it. It scares me."

Daniel looked deep into Jonas' eyes. "I've been thinking about it. I think maybe Anubis did something to us to make us feel this way."

"I had the same idea. I thought something happened to me during the mind probe."

"Anubis didn't use a probe on me," Daniel reminded Jonas. "It might have been something else, though. I just don't know."

"So, these feelings may not be real. But they feel so real."

"They might be real. But they might be false as well."

"How do we find out? What if they're real? What if they're not? What are we going to do?"

"Slow down, Champ. We'll deal with reality when we find out the truth," Daniel said calmly. "And I need to find the truth. I'll go crazy if I don't. But we need help to do it."

Jonas nodded. "Sam," he said.

"Yes, and Dr. Fraiser, too," Daniel replied. "We'll have to be very open with them, about the way we feel for each other. We'll have to tell them what happened on the ship and everything that's happened to us since. . . . Everything. . . . We're going to have to open ourselves to them. Do you think you can do that?"

Jonas thought for a moment, then asked, "Can you?"

Daniel smiled his patented ‘quick smile'. "Like I said, if I don't find out, I'm going to go nuts. Yes, I can do it. I have to do it."

"Then I can, too. Anything we need to do, I'll do it. I have to know what's happening to me."

Daniel smiled again. "I do, too. We'll find out together. How long are you here for?"

"As long as it takes. I notified the Council and told them I'd be unavailable until further notice. They don't even know I'm here."

The room fell silent as they stared into each other's eyes. They remained silent for a long while.

"Daniel, will you hold me again?"

Daniel tenderly pulled Jonas close and held him. He could feel the heat from Jonas' body, the firmness of the masculine flesh beneath his clothing, the heaving of his chest, the beating of his heart. He felt the pressure caused by the swollen crotch, and he welcomed it. Jonas relaxed in his grasp, seemingly drawing strength and comfort from Daniel. He rested his head against Daniel's shoulder and allowed the young Doctor to hold him tightly. He felt safe and secure. He felt wanted, and he liked the feeling very much.

"Daniel?" he said finally and pulled away slightly to look into Daniel's eyes once again. He saw so much in the blue he saw there. He chose his words carefully. "What if the feelings are really ours? Can you deal with them?"

Daniel chose the words to his response with equal care. "If the way I feel when I'm with you is real, everyone else will have to deal with it. Not me. Right now, there's nothing I want more than to be with you."

Jonas slowly moved his head forward and pressed his lips firmly against Daniel's lips. They pulled each other into a powerful hug once more as the kiss became more intense. Daniel lost himself in the moment. He could feel the hardness of Jonas' manhood against his own and he absorbed the power into himself. His hands moved lower, grasping Jonas' full, rounded ass, feeling the solid yet supple flesh there. He pulled Jonas' crotch closer to his own, grinding his hips against his friend's hips.

Jonas moved his left hand down to rest on Daniel's own butt and let it rest there while Daniel's left hand slid around Jonas' hip. Daniel stepped slightly to his right, pressing his groin against Jonas' hip. His hand came to rest on the large mound it found there and squeezed gently. He found what his fingers had been searching for, and the heat traveled up his arm and into his heaving chest. Whatever the reason for his feelings, whether his own or someone else's, Daniel was happier than he had ever been in his life, and he didn't want the moment to end.

 

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Chapter 5
PLANS​

"And that's when Sam walked in and saw us," Daniel concluded.

All eyes turned to General Hammond as he leaned back in his chair, hands palm-down on the table in front of him, eyes staring at the space between them. Finally, he looked up toward Dr. Jackson and Jonas Quinn.

"Thank you for you honesty and candor, gentlemen," he said. "I appreciate the effort it must have taken for you to come forward with this." Then, looking to the other side of the table, he said, "Dr. Fraiser? Major Carter?"

Janet stared down at the notes she had scribbled down on the pad of paper in front of her, deep in thought. Sam looked from General Hammond to Daniel, catching his gaze.

"The nish'ta," she said suddenly.

Daniel remained still and silent.

"Major Carter?" the General said, encouraging her to elaborate.

"Well, Sir," Carter began, "When Daniel came to me a few days ago asking about the nish'ta, he looked troubled. He told me it was to help him remember. Now I'm thinking he had concerns that Anubis had used a variation of nish'ta and was hoping the electrical shock would ‘cure' him. Nothing happened, of course, and he left my office even more troubled than when he had come in."

She looked at Daniel, but Daniel said nothing.

"I'm right," Sam said, "aren't I?"

Daniel said simply, "Yes."

"Your point, Major Carter?"

"Sir," Sam said excitedly, "Daniel hasn't been himself since he came back. I just put it down to him trying to find himself again, that he was trying to pull all his memories together to figure out who he was before. I'm thinking now that all these feelings and urges he has now are totally new to him, that he shouldn't be experiencing them. That's why he thought Anubis may have used nish'ta on him. And now we know that Jonas has the same feelings, but they're just as foreign to him as they are to Daniel. I can see why they would think Anubis has a hand in this."

"Alright, then," said Hammond. "What can we do to sort all of this out?"

"I can do a complete physical on both of them and run a battery of tests and scans. If there's any chemical or mechanical influences, I should be able to find it."

"Do it," Hammond said. Then, "Do you think it might be possible for two men who have never had homosexual feelings before to suddenly have them without any influence?"

"I'm certainly not an expert on psychology, General, but I suppose it's possible." She looked at Daniel and Jonas. "I could discuss it with Dr. McKenzie, with your permission."

Both young men nodded their consent.

General Hammond announced, "Dr. McKenzie will be here ASAP." To Major Carter, he asked, "Any suggestions, Major?"

Sam thought for a moment. "What about PPS?"

Daniel sat forward in his chair, looking directly at Sam. "What is ‘PPS'?"

Dr. Fraiser explained. "Penile Plethsymography Study. You probably know about it, Dr. Jackson. A patient is shown a series of photographs and various equipment is used to test bodily reactions and penile tumescence to the photos. It is used to discover what excites a person sexually. Of course, we don't actually have to measure tumescence. EEGs and ECGs and blood pressure should be enough."

Daniel looked at Jonas, who looked back at him. Not a word was said. Everything was transmitted through their eyes.

Jonas looked back at Janet. "Would it help to measure that as well?"

"Any measurements we can take would undoubtedly help."

"Then I'll do it," he said.

After a long pause, Daniel said, "I will, too." Unconsciously, Daniel's hand reached out to grasp Jonas' hand, their fingers entwining with each other. "Anything you need us to do, we'll do."

"Dr. Jackson?" said General Hammond.

"Sir?"

The General looked at Daniel's hand, indicating it with a nod.

Daniel looked as well and suddenly realized that he had no idea what he had done. He quickly jerked his hand away. Sam smiled, but Janet made note of it on her pad.

"Sorry, Sir," Daniel said, suddenly embarrassed.

General Hammond moved his gaze first to Dr. Fraiser. "When can you begin your tests, Doctor."

Janet responded, "Anytime, Sir. I'll need a few hours for each."

"I'll go first," Jonas offered.

"Major Carter," Hammond said, "how long will it take you to set up that test you mentioned?"

"I'm not sure, Sir," Sam replied. "I will have to adapt the program with my own photo selections. I can find most of what I need on the Internet. I can do that today and order the testing equipment as well. It will be here tomorrow. I'll need to take photos of both Daniel and Jonas as well. We can do that sometime tomorrow and do the test tomorrow night if they're feeling up to it."

"Very well," said the General. To Jonas, he said, "Mr. Quinn, you're welcome to stay here as long as necessary. However, I ask that you remain on-base until we sort this out."

"Of course, Sir."

"And Dr. Jackson?" Hammond continued.

"Don't worry, Sir," Daniel responded, anticipating the question. "Nothing untoward will happen. You have my word."

"Right," General Hammond said in dismissal, rising from his chair. "Let's do this, people. For the sake of both gentlemen here, let's keep this as private as possible."

"Yes, Sir," four voices echoed from both sides of the table as the four people rose to their feet.

Jonas said suddenly and urgently, "General, I have a question. What will happen to Daniel if we find out that these feelings are real and not something implanted by Anubis?"

"I don't know, Son," said Hammond honestly. "Being a civilian, it certainly can't have any effect on his position here. But any hostility or interference amongst the team could cause some serious problems. If it came to that, I would have to ask Dr. Jackson to resign his position."

Jonas looked seriously at Daniel. He spoke to everyone, but mostly to the young man who held his attention. "If that happens," he said quietly, "I'll go back to Kelowna and never return here."

"That wouldn't be an option, Jonas," Daniel said, his voice quivering.

"I won't come between you and SG-1, Daniel. It will never happen."

"I have a say in that," Daniel reminded him.

"No, Daniel," Jonas said, ending any further discussion. "Not this time, you don't."

To Be Continued​

 

[empire_records]

Good story, I am a fan of SG-1, although not as much of a fan as you obviosly!! Thanks for taking the time to write all of this it was great!

 

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Thanks, empire. Here's a few more chapters, and a few more to follow later on.

 

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Chapter 6
QUESTIONS​

"Sam?"

Major Carter's head popped up from behind the desk in her lab. "Daniel," she said cheerfully. "Come on in. I dropped some papers. I'll be with you in a minute."

Daniel entered the lab, moving toward a chair near the desk. He couldn't help but notice the large, white canvas sheet hung against the far wall with a wooden stool set in front. Photographic lights were set up at the sides and a camera and tripod were in place in a short distance away.

Carter retrieved the rest of her papers, stood up, and placed them on the desk before taking her seat. "So," she said, smiling, "how are you holding up?"

Daniel stretched. "I feel like I've just gone ten rounds with Apophis."

"At least you're finished with Janet," Sam offered encouragingly.

"She was extremely thorough," Daniel said, his brow wrinkling in recollection. "I was poked and prodded everywhere. She took pictures and scans, both inside and out. She hooked wires up to parts of me that should never have wires hooked up to. She did every test she could except one that would renew my driver's license. She stuck things in every orifice in my body, and when she couldn't find anything else, she used her finger." Daniel paused and his eyebrows raised as he glanced to the floor, his fingertips touching, his chin resting on the index fingers. "Actually," he added jokingly, "that part of it was kinda fun."

He looked back at Sam, smiled, and winked. She giggled and her smile lit the room. "It's good to see you're keeping your sense of humour about it."

"That's about all I'm keeping. There's very little dignity left."

"It will all be over soon, Daniel," Sam said. "We won't be long here, then there's just your interview with Dr. McKenzie. Jonas is with him now, I think. The equipment came today. I've already got Jonas' pictures loaded into the program for the test. If you feel up to it, we can do the test tonight or tomorrow morning."

"How long would it take?"

"It will take longer to hook you up to everything than it will to do the actual test. It should only take two hours at the most." Sam paused, then said seriously, "Oh, I have to ask you a rather personal question. Did you masturbate this morning?"

Daniel's eyebrows raised once again. "Um. Why?" The ‘why' was stretched out in typical Daniel fashion.

"We can't do the test today if you did."

Daniel sighed and averted his eyes to the desk. He said simply, "Tomorrow." He could feel his last bit dignity slipping away from him and he began to question why he was going through this in the first place.

Sam responded with a timid "Okay". Rising to her feet, she asked, "Shall we get started, then?"

"Sure," Daniel replied. "Let's get it over with." With undisguised sarcasm worthy of Colonel Jack O'Neill, he added, "I am so looking forward to my visit with Dr. McKenzie."

Sam chuckled. "I'll hang this up and close the doors so we're not disturbed." She held up a piece of paper upon which she had printed ‘Photography. Please do not disturb.' When she returned, she walked over to the studio set-up and switched on the lights. Daniel moved to the stool to sit in front of the canvas wall hanging.

Sam walked to the camera and looked at Daniel. "Oh," she said, "could you take off the jacket?"

Daniel complied, tossing the blue military jacket to the side, leaving him in a baggy, black T- shirt which could not disguise the new, beefed-up Daniel Jackson. Sam smiled at him and thought to herself, "He's certainly not a geek anymore."

Sam got busy posing Daniel in various positions, adjusting the camera in order to take close-ups of his face, medium shots from the waist up, and full-body shots. She instructed Daniel to stand and did a number of full-body shots in different poses - front, profile, and back.

When she had a sufficient number of photos, she asked Daniel to remove his T-shirt as she replaced the memory card in the camera.

"You're kidding, right?"

Sam assured him that she wasn't kidding. Daniel sighed and pulled the T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside to join his jacket on the floor. Sam took several more medium and full-body shots as before, showing Daniel at different angles and with various facial expressions.

She was well aware of Daniel's modesty and she knew she would have to approach this next sequence of photos with extreme caution. As she busied herself changing the memory card again, she asked nonchalantly, "By the way, you're wearing underwear, right?"

"Of course," Daniel replied. Again, he stretched out his next question. "Why?"

"Well. . ." Sam left the rest unfinished.

Daniel's voice became anxious.. "Are you trying to tell me that you want me to take my pants off now?"

Sam looked at him, gave him a nervous ‘Sam' smile, and nodded.

Daniel went very quiet, sitting on the stool and staring down at the floor. Sam waited patiently. It was a long wait.

Finally, Daniel lifted his eyes and said, "I suppose Jonas took his off."

"Yes," Sam said. Then, after a pause, she continued, "Look, Daniel. I know how difficult this is for you. If you want, I can find someone else to take the pictures. Maybe Janet. She's seen you in your underwear plenty of times. Or maybe another man."

"No men!" Daniel replied quickly. "The last thing I need is some young private standing there, pointing and giggling and spreading it all around the locker room at the end of his shift!"

Sam became very serious. "Daniel, you know that no-one here would ever do anything like that."

Just as seriously, Daniel said, "I know. But I'd rather you did it."

"You're sure?"

"No, I'm not. But I don't have much choice, do I?" Daniel paused.

"Yes, Daniel. You do."

"And if I say ‘no', where would that leave me?"

Sam shrugged her shoulders.

"It would leave me," Daniel continued, "a worthless coward who let a little paranoid modesty get in the way of the truth." He looked away. "I have to do it."

Sam remained silent and motionless, allowing Daniel time to come to terms with what he was about to do. Finally, Daniel looked up and said, "Oh, do you see that?"

"See what?" asked Major Carter.

"My last bit of dignity falling to the floor."

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Daniel."

"I'm sorry, Sam. This isn't easy for me."

"I know. Would you like me to leave the room until you're ready?"

"No, it's okay. Could you just lock the door, please?"

"Sure," Sam said, and left to do so. When she returned, Daniel was sitting on the stool removing his socks. When his hands moved to the waistband of his pants, Sam politely turned aside and tinkered with the camera.

"So help me, Sam," Daniel said menacingly. "If you tell me I have to take off my underwear, you'll be wearing them on your head!"

Despite herself, Sam grinned and looked at Daniel. His pants were off except for one leg, which he was in the process of extracting. Tossing them onto the growing pile of clothes, Daniel stood before her, naked now except for his crisp, white briefs. He was absolutely stunning. She had thought that Jonas Quinn was ‘quite the looker', especially the way he filled out the backside of his bikini briefs, but Daniel took her breath away. His smooth, hairless chest glistened under the hot photographic lights, wisps of hair peeking out from under his arms. His stomach was slightly rounded, but tightly muscled. The pouch of his briefs contained what Sam considered ‘adequate endowment', his most private parts clearly outlined in the soft fabric. His legs looked strong and toned. She could never have imagined the body Daniel hid beneath his loose-fitting clothes. It was a shame, she thought, that he always took such care to hide it from everyone. If these feelings he and Jonas were feeling were to turn out to be genuine, she thought, they were going to make each other extremely happy.

Daniel brought her out of her reverie. "Sam, what if I'm doing this for all the wrong reasons?"

"What do you mean," Sam responded, " the ‘wrong reasons'?"

"What if I'm doing this for my own selfish reasons? What if my desires to be with Jonas are more important to me than my modesty? What if I'm afraid that, if I don't do this, he'll think I'm a chicken and hate me for it and go away? What if I'm doing it just for my own benefit? That I want him and I'll do anything to keep him?"

Sam told Daniel to sit down. He did. She pulled her shoulders back, then walked behind the desk and grabbed the back of her chair and rolled it toward him. She pushed it close, sat in her chair, and took Daniel's hands into her own. She stared into his eyes, her gaze shifting back and forth from eye to eye.

Finally, she began to speak softly. "I'm going to chalk this up to your memory, Daniel, but I want you to listen to me very carefully. I've known you for many years now, and you are, by far, the most unselfish person I have ever known. You have never done anything for yourself. I don't think you're even capable of it. And nothing stands in your way when it comes to doing things for others. Not even death."

Daniel listened to her, but didn't react. His eyes had a sad, vacant appearance

"I can think of a million times," she continued, "when you were willing to sacrifice yourself for the good of others. You have faced death many more times than anyone should ever have to face it in a lifetime. I can't think of a single time when you put your priorities ahead of someone else's."

Still, Daniel didn't respond.

Sitting back, Sam released his hands. "Look at yourself," she continued, using her hands to indicate his body from head to toe. "You're sitting here in front of me in your underwear and I'm about to take pictures of you like this. And you're willing to let me take them. In other circumstances, you wouldn't even allow pictures being taken of you with your shirt off, would you?"

"Probably not."

"So, you tell me now who you're doing this for."

Daniel was silent for a few moments before he said quietly, "Jonas."

"Why?"

"Because this whole business is so important to him."

"It's important to you, too," Sam said. "Don't forget that."

Daniel smiled at his friend. "Thanks, Sam," he said sincerely. "Can we finish this up now? Your floor is damned cold. You should really invest in some carpets."

Sam rose to her feet, smiled, then got to work.

 

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Chapter 7
INTERVIEWS​

Jonas Quinn knocked on the metal door and entered the small office. Dr. McKenzie sat on one side of a metal desk, an empty chair on the other. A file folder sat to the Doctor's right beside a pitcher of water and 2 empty glasses. In front of him sat a large notepad and pen. To his left sat a cassette tape recorder and microphone.

"Please, Mr. Quinn. Come in and have a seat."

"Call me ‘Jonas', Sir," said Jonas as he sat in the empty chair.

"Very well, Jonas," Dr. McKenzie smiled. "I have seen the video of your ‘Briefing Room' discussion with General Hammond and I have the transcripts here. Before we begin, is there anything you would like to add to the information I have?"

"Everything that happened is pretty-much there," said Jonas. "We left out the more intimate details, of course, but that's what happened."

"Okay, Jonas. We'll get to that soon enough. First of all, though, do you mind if I tape this conversation?"

"Not at all."

Dr. McKenzie poured water into the two glasses, handing one to Jonas, before pushing the ‘record' button on the recorder. After checking to see that it was running properly, he turned his attention to Jonas Quinn. "I would like to know if you have ever had any homosexual feelings before?"

Jonas nodded. "Of course," he said honestly. "Every man does at one time or another, I suppose. But that was when I was in my teens, and they were for a good friend of mine. Dayne. We grew up together in the orphanage. They were just feelings, though. We never acted on any of them beyond the ‘touchy-feely' stuff."

"Have you had any heterosexual relationships?"

"Just friendships, Sir,"Jonas replied. "I've dated a few women on Kelowna, but we never did anything sexually. I'm still a virgin."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, not really. I was too busy with my work and education to become seriously involved with anyone. Sex was something for my future. It wasn't all that important to me and I am quite capable of taking care of my own needs. The only time it bothered me was on the ship. I thought I was going to die and I didn't want to die a virgin." Jonas sighed, then smiled. "But, I didn't die, and I'm still a virgin."

"And now you want to lose your virginity to Daniel?"

"That's what you're supposed to tell me when we're all finished here." Jonas grinned, the dimples in his cheeks framing the polite smile. Dr. McKenzie found it refreshing to talk to someone so straightforward about such a sensitive topic.

"Okay," the Doctor smiled back, then continued. "Let's talk about Daniel. Do you recall the first time you met him?"

"Of course," Jonas replied. "You may not know that I have a photographic memory. Anything I want to remember, I never forget."

"Oh, yes. I seem to recall reading about that in your bio. So, tell me. What was the first thing you remember about Daniel?"

"His eyes," Jonas said, remembering the moment clearly. "Definitely his eyes. I saw so much in them. So much that I had always wanted for myself."

"Such as?"

"Kindness, gentleness, goodness, but most of all, intelligence and knowledge."

"From what I know about you, you appear to have all those qualities."

"Not like Daniel."

"I don't understand, Jonas."

Jonas thought for a moment and said, "Growing up in the orphanage was tough. Not having parents to look after me was tough. It would have been so easy to have come out of that place full of anger and hostility. I had to work hard at being gentle and good. It's my nature, I guess. I didn't want to be like the others that came out of the orphanage, all full of hate for the world. I read a lot. Anything I could find, actually. I knew I was pretty smart, but it wasn't easy to convince the authorities that I should be given the chance to get a good education. The system is quite different on Kelowna. For Daniel, it was easy and it was natural."

"Daniel is an orphan, too," the Doctor reminded him.

"Yes, I know. But here on Earth, things are so different. Daniel would have been encouraged to expand his horizons and follow his dreams. Education is encouraged here. Orphans on Kelowna are usually shoved into a corner and ignored by everyone. Most are lucky if they learn to write their own names. I would have given anything to have had the chances Daniel had."

"Were you jealous of him?"

"Envious, maybe. But certainly not jealous."

* * * * *

Daniel Jackson sat comfortably in the chair. "I think," he said, "that the first thing I remember about Jonas was his smell."

"His body odour?" asked Dr. McKenzie curiously.

"No. His cologne," Daniel corrected. "His aftershave. It wasn't like anything we have here on Earth. It was more. . . natural. We go for artificial perfumeries which hide natural body smells. Kelownans use more natural scents which accent normal body smells. I remember when I met Jonas, I felt like I was standing in the mist of a mountain waterfall. It was a very refreshing scent." Daniel paused. "He's using something different now. It reminds me of beach sand. I wish he would go back to that other stuff. ‘Tanger 3', I think he called it. I liked that smell."

"Most people notice other people's eyes," Dr. McKenzie offered.

"Oh, I noticed his eyes," Daniel told him, "and his smile and dimples, too. I thought his dimples were so cute. But mostly I remember his smell."

* * * * *

"I was ecstatic being assigned to Daniel," Jonas said in response to Dr. McKenzie's question. "For the first time in Kelownan history, we were meeting aliens from another world and I was given the opportunity to play host to one. It was so exciting to find out that we were the aliens on Kelowna and that my origins lay on Earth. Daniel told me where we came from, how we got on Kelowna, and who took us there and when. I discovered that my history began long before Kelowna. How could I not be excited?"

"So, you got along well with him?"

"Oh, definitely," Jonas replied. "I was afraid I would scare him away with all my questions - hanging onto every word he said - but he seemed to be just as excited about it as I was. He didn't seem to mind at all and he was very patient with me."

* * * * *

"Jonas was so easy to talk to," Daniel explained. "Usually, when I talk about archaeology or ancient history or mythology, people's eyes tend to glaze over and their attention turns to other important things, like their fingernails or the colour of the walls. Colonel O'Neill can tell you all about that. Jonas honestly seemed to be interested in what I was talking about which, as it turns out, he really was. He is so easy to become friends with. I didn't even really notice it. It just happened."

"Were you attracted to him?" asked the Doctor.

"Not that I recall. I mean, I didn't get sexually aroused if that's what you mean. The only excitement I felt was having someone to talk to who could actually talk back to me in the same language and on the same level. We spent hours talking about the history of life on Earth and the Goa'uld influences here. I told him how the Goa'uld had taken slaves from Earth and spread them throughout the galaxy and that his people originated here. He couldn't ask me enough questions. I didn't mind, though."

"Is that why you became such good friends?"

"That and the fact that I liked him. He's really a nice guy." Daniel paused in thought. "Jonas makes it very easy for people to become friends with him. With his interest in archaeology and history, it was impossible for me not to like him."

* * * * *

"Sure, we socialized," Jonas said. "It wasn't all work and no play. The first day he was there, we toured the facility. That afternoon, Daniel asked me if he could see the city. I got all the proper clearances and we spent the entire next day visiting museums and libraries around the city."

Dr. McKenzie asked, "How did you feel, spending the entire day with Dr. Jackson?"

"It was great," Jonas replied excitedly. "Time went so fast, but I learned more in that day than I could learn in an entire year at school. Daniel taught me so much, explaining the real history of our museum artifacts. It was quite fascinating."

"It must have been a disappointment to have to take him back to the facility."

"We didn't go back that night," Jonas said. "Daniel didn't like the food there, so we went to one of my favourite eateries. It's just a small place around the corner from where I live, but the food is good and I could afford to take him there. He didn't have any Kelownan money. He explained to me what he liked to eat and I found similar foods on the menu for him. He chose the wine, though."

* * * * *

"Jonas warned me that Kelownian wine was probably quite different than Earth wines," Daniel explained. "Apparently they don't have grapes there. They use fruits and berries, and they use a different processing system than we do. I think he said it was made from adder berries or something. He told me that the wine was quite potent, but you don't get a hangover from it and you don't forget ‘the night before'. I was really looking forward to sampling it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"A little too much, apparently," Daniel said with a smile. "I didn't realize it until I stood up to go to the bathroom. My legs went all wobbly and I fell back onto the chair. I felt like an idiot, but Jonas took it all in stride. He helped me out of the chair and to the bathroom. I remember the waitress coming up and asking him if I was okay. Jonas told her that I was his cousin and we were celebrating my engagement and had drank a little too much wine. She just smiled in understanding and went back to her work."

* * * * *

Jonas giggled as he described the scene. "I managed to get him to the bathroom. He said he could take it from there, but I waited outside the door just in case. I heard him call my name and I stuck my head inside. He looked at me with the funniest look on his face and said that he couldn't figure out how to unzip the buttons."

"That's what he said?" asked the Doctor. "Unzip the buttons?"

"Word for word, Doctor," Jonas said, still giggling. "I knew he was drunk. I was the same way the first time I had adder berry wine. It sort of sneaks up on you and suddenly your fingers start doing everything backwards. I went in and helped him unzip his pants and then stepped back in case he needed me again. Somehow, he managed to do the rest of it himself, but I had to zip him back up after he'd tucked himself in."

* * * * *

"Did it embarrass you having to ask for help from Jonas?" Dr. McKenzie asked Daniel.

Daniel's eyebrows raised, his forehead wrinkled. "Actually, no," he answered. "That surprised me. I'm usually pretty modest when it comes to bathroom etiquette. I don't even like using public toilets or the communal washrooms here on base."

"Yet, you used one in the restaurant and you went as far as asking Jonas to help you unzip your pants."

"Well, it was either that or pee in them," Daniel joked. "Seriously, though, it didn't even cross my mind not to ask for his help. I wasn't embarrassed at all. I trusted Jonas and he made me feel very comfortable and relaxed around him."

"Did Jonas touch you inappropriately while he was helping you?"

"Do you mean ‘did he fondle me'?"

"If that's what you consider ‘inappropriate', then yes," said the Doctor seriously.

"He was the proper gentleman the entire time. He did nothing untoward. He just unzipped my pants and stood back. I might as well have asked him to tie my shoe."

"I'm just having difficulty in understanding how someone as modest as you would ask a virtual stranger to unzip his pants."

"I really don't know how to explain it," Daniel said. "Jonas didn't seem like a stranger to me. Even after the short time I'd known him, I felt very comfortable with him. He wasn't a stranger to me at all. It was like I'd known him my entire life. I can't remember ever feeling as relaxed around someone as I felt around him."

"Not even Sha're?"

"Okay, maybe Sha're," Daniel admitted, "but even after we were married, it was months before I would let her help me undress. I didn't have those reservations about Jonas."

"Okay, Dr. Jackson. What happened next?"

"Well, Jonas paid the bill and we left the restaurant. My legs weren't working very well and Jonas had to support me as I walked. I knew I'd never make it to the facility, so Jonas offered to let me sleep it off at his apartment. It was only a block or so away. It was almost an hour to the facility, so I said his apartment was fine with me."

"Do you think Mr. Quinn planned it to happen that way? To get you drunk so that you would have to stay at his apartment for the night?"

"Jonas didn't plan anything, Dr. McKenzie. Except for going to his place, the entire day had been my idea. He just recommended the restaurant."

"But it was very close to his home."

"I know where you're going with this, Doctor, but Jonas took me to a restaurant that he was familiar with. He didn't even know I drank alcohol until we got there. He even tried to talk me out of the wine I wanted to order. No. Getting me to go home with him never even entered his mind until my stupidity gave him no other choice."

"My apologies, Dr. Jackson. I can't find the answers if I don't ask the questions."

"I understand, Doctor," Daniel apologized. "I'm sorry."

* * * * *

"I finally got Daniel inside my apartment and sat him on the bed while I notified the facility that he wouldn't be returning that night," Jonas said. "When I turned around, Daniel was giggling and joking about how much more gravity Kelowna had than Earth. He was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, but not managing to undo any of them, and he asked me to help him again. He reminded me of a little boy trying to undress himself with oven mitts on his hands. I was just going to take off his shoes and tuck him in, but he said he couldn't sleep in his clothes because he had to wear them to the facility in the morning, so I took off everything except his underwear and got him into bed and covered up."

"What were you thinking when you saw Daniel almost naked?" asked the Doctor.

"I remember thinking how comfortable his underwear looked and I was surprised that they were blue. Underwear on Kelowna is made more for functionality rather than comfort or fashion. I asked Daniel if he would get me some and he promised he would the next time he came to Earth. Unfortunately, it was a one-way trip." Jonas paused in remembrance. "Anyway, I hung up his clothes for him, then I got some blankets and started fixing up the chair for me to sleep in."

"You didn't intend to sleep in the bed with him?"

"Hardly," Jonas said. "It's a small bed. Two people would have to be very friendly to sleep together in it."

* * * * *

"When I asked Jonas what he was doing, he said he was making up the chair for himself. I felt bad enough for him having to babysit me and I wasn't going to kick him out of his own bed, so I told him I'd sleep on the floor and he could have the bed. He wouldn't hear of that, so I told him he could sleep in the bed and I'd sleep in the chair. He wouldn't hear of that, either, so I told him to just get into bed with me. He said it was too small for two people, but I told him we would manage. I've had to sleep in some pretty cramped quarters off-world, so it was nothing new to me. I rolled over and got as close to the wall as I could. I heard him undressing, and then he got into bed, facing away from me. I tried to get more comfortable, but I almost pushed him out of bed, so I rolled over, wrapped my arm around him to keep him from falling out and I fell asleep that way."

Dr. McKenzie looked directly into Daniel's eyes as he said, "Dr. Jackson, again the question of your modesty comes to mind. You let Jonas undress you and you let him sleep with you. Can you explain that?"

"No, I can't," Daniel answered. "I don't even understand it myself. It might have been the wine, but I've been drunk before and I'd never let anyone else undress me or sleep with me. Jonas was different. Like I said, I felt like we had known each other our entire lives. Jonas just made me feel so relaxed that my modesty wasn't even an issue."

* * * * *

"Daniel surprised me when he rolled over and wrapped his arm around me. It scared me a bit at first and I didn't think I could even sleep that way, but it didn't take me long to get used to it. I liked Daniel a lot, and the way he held me made me feel very safe. Dayne and I used to share a bed when we were in the orphanage, and we always slept holding onto one another. He was bigger than me and he was always protecting me from the bullies and the matrons. They weren't very nice people. Dayne looked after me. That's the way I felt with Daniel, that he'd take care of me. . . that he would protect me. I really liked that feeling of being safe again. It didn't take me long to fall asleep after that, and I slept very well as I recall."

Jonas became very thoughtful and quiet for a long moment. Then he said quietly, "I remember thinking, just before I fell asleep, that Daniel would never let anything or anyone hurt me. He certainly proved that later."

* * * * *


"Dr. Jackson," said Dr. McKenzie, "you knew you would probably die if you smashed out the window and dismantled the Naquadria test."

"Yes, I did."

"Why did you do it? Kelowna was not your responsibility and there were experts there who could do it."

"You're wrong there," replied Daniel solemnly. "Innocent people are always my responsibility, and there was no-one else there who could do anything. There were no experts. No-one knew what they were dealing with or what it could do. The scientists in the room were dead or dying from the radiation. If the test exploded as I knew it would, I was dead anyway, and so were thousands of innocent people. I could at least save their lives."

"Jonas Quinn was there," Dr. McKenzie reminded him. "He could have done something to stop it instead of you."

"I wouldn't have let him," Daniel said softly.

"Why not?"

"Jonas had so much life ahead of him," Daniel explained. "He had just discovered there is a whole universe outside the little box he called ‘home'. I'd already seen that universe. He deserved the chance to discover it for himself." As an afterthought, he added, "And I didn't want him to die before he got that chance."

* * * * *

"It was horrible," Jonas said sadly. "As soon as he shot out the protective glass, I knew what he was going to do. I screamed at him to stop, but he wouldn't listen to me. I knew he was dead as soon as he smashed through the window, and there wasn't anything I could do to help him. I couldn't move. It was like I was frozen solid. I watched the whole thing unfold right in front of me and I was helpless. My best friend was killing himself for me and all I could do was stand there and watch."

"He saved your life."

"Yes. My life and the lives of a whole lot of people." Jonas used his thumb to wipe away a tear which had escaped his eye. "It should have been me that died. Not him."

"Did you feel guilty?" asked the Doctor.

"You're damned right I felt guilty!" Jonas shouted. "He was there because of me! He died because of me! I hated myself for letting him do it and I just stood there and let him go! My best friend died saving my life! How the Hell was I supposed to feel!??"

* * * * *


"Tell me about meeting SG-1 after they found you on Vis Uban," Dr. McKenzie prompted.

"I didn't recognize any of them," Daniel said. "Nothing was familiar about them at all until I shook hands with Jonas. He smiled at me and I saw his dimples and the sparkle in his eyes and I suddenly got the strangest feeling that I was standing in the mist of a waterfall. He wasn't even wearing Tanger 3, but I could suddenly smell it in my mind. I know what that means now, but at the time, the smell was like a fishing lure that drew me in. I had a very strong feeling that I knew Jonas, that he was important to me, but I didn't know how or why. Jonas was one of the reasons I returned to Earth with the team. I needed to know why he reminded me of a waterfall and why I felt he was so important. I might not have come back if he hadn't been there."

* * * * *

"What can I say?" Jonas said. "It was the second-best day of my life seeing Daniel again."

"What was your first-best day?" asked the Doctor.

"Meeting him for the first time, of course," Jonas replied. "I never dreamed I would see him alive again and I was so excited when I saw him. I wasn't really sure he even cared for me very much. Sure, he had saved my life on Kelowna, but when he was Ascended, he visited with Colonel O'Neill when Ba'al tortured him and he watched over Teal'c while he and Bra'tac shared Teal'c's symbiote, but Daniel never visited me except on Abydos. He was a different Daniel then, but he still put everyone else ahead of him. He knew he was jeopardizing his Ascension by helping us, but that was Daniel. He can't just stand back and do nothing if there was something he could do."

A minute passed in silence as Jonas sat there, staring at the floor. Dr. McKenzie waited patiently, knowing there was more to come. Finally, Jonas spoke again, almost in a whisper, still staring at the floor. "I like to think that he kept watch over me and kept me safe all the time he was gone. I missed him so much."

Dr. McKenzie wrote four short words on his notepad and circled them three times.

 

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Wow - this is great! I'm not a big Stargate fan, but I've watched quite a few shows. If you don't write for a living you should. Who ever would have thought something like this would be on this site... It'd be nice if there was more sex, but even without it you have crafted such a well thought out and original story... Kudos!

 

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It'd be nice if there was more sex, but even without it you have crafted such a well thought out and original story... Kudos!

Patience has its own rewards.

Very soon, my friend.

Very soon.

 

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Where's the sex?? . . . . An explanation

As I mentioned above, there will be the obligatory sex.

However, I would like to explain why it's taking so long to get there. You can find countless gay stories involving characters from TV shows, including Stargate, but they usually take the characters, drop them into a situation, and suddenly they're gay.

I don't like those stories, especially when the characters are considered 'straight' by the majority of fans. In this case, with Daniel and Jonas, I decided to drop them into a plausible situation, making their relationship real and, thus, explaining why the relationship exists in the first place. I've had a lot of fun creating that situation and writing it.

You will, however, be pleased to know that you will be discovering the sexual aspects of the story right along with Daniel and Jonas. It will, I think, be more real and much more satisfying. At least, it is to me.

 

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Chapter 8
ACCUSATIONS​

Jonas Quinn and Daniel Jackson sat side by side in the small room. Dr. McKenzie sat on the other side of the desk. In front of the Doctor was his now-familiar notepad and tape recorder.

"I have reviewed my notes and listened to the interviews I held with both of you individually," said the Doctor, a hint of seriousness in his voice. "That is why I have asked you to come back this morning. I have decided that I must talk with both of you together."

He fell silent, staring at the notepad in front of him. He looked up at the two younger men sitting across from him and said sternly. "We're going to talk again, but this time I want the truth. I want you to know that I won't take part in whatever games the two of you are playing!"

Daniel sat forward, his face puzzled, his eyebrows raised. "Games?" he echoed.

"Yes, Dr. Jackson," the Doctor angrily. "Games! You two may be able to fool the others, but you can't fool me! You have been playing your games for the past two days and I'm going to find out why!"

Jonas looked at Daniel, and Daniel looked just as confused as Jonas was. "We're not trying to fool anyone, Doctor," he said to Dr. McKenzie.

"Stop with the lies, Mr. Quinn! I told you that I won't play your games!"

"We're not lying," Jonas said, his voice louder this time. "We've been telling you the truth."

"Oh, come now, Mr. Quinn," the Doctor said accusingly. "Did you seriously think that I would fall for your ‘gay/not gay' routine? It's obvious to me what's going on here!"

Daniel sat back in his chair, puzzled and curious, and asked, "And just what is going on here, Dr. McKenzie?"

"It's obvious, Dr. Jackson, that Jonas Quinn is gay and is trying to get back here on Earth! He told me himself that life on Kelowna held no future for him. Even less so as a despised homosexual, I should imagine. Earth offers him more opportunities than he could ever have back home. He could have everything he ever wanted and all the men he wants to keep himself happy for many, many years."

Jonas began to rise from his chair, but Daniel held out a restraining arm. "Let's hear him out, Jonas." His friend sat back down again, but the anger remained in his face.

"It is blatantly clear to me," Dr. McKenzie continued, "that you, Mr. Quinn, set up this scheme to get yourself back here, and you've somehow conned Dr. Jackson into playing along and helping you to do it! What did you offer him? Money? Sex? What?"

Jonas opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Dr. McKenzie turned his attention to Daniel. "And you, Dr. Jackson! Whatever Mr. Quinn offered you, I hope it was worth it. When General Hammond reads my report, your time with SG-1 will be over! When they learn how you've been plotting against them and deceiving them with this. . . this. . . nonsense, they won't even want you in the country, let alone on the base! And you can forget about trying to get a job in the archaeological field. When they learn about this, you'll be lucky if you can get a job digging holes for septic tanks in Africa!"

Jonas exploded. He jumped to his feet in an instant. Daniel began to rise, calling his name, but Jonas turned to him, pointed a warning finger at him, and shouted, "Daniel, sit down and shut up!" Jonas' face was red with anger and his eyes threw daggers of warning. Surprised, Daniel sat back in his chair and closed his mouth. "This is between the Doctor and me!"

Turning toward Dr. McKenzie, Jonas leaned on the desk, moving his upper body as close to the Doctor as the desk would allow. Anger and hatred filled his eyes. His jaw quivered. His temples pounded. Dr. McKenzie sat there, waiting.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Jonas said menacingly. "How dare you accuse Daniel of deceiving anyone! He's a better man than anyone else in this base, and certainly a better man than you, Doctor! What gives you the right to ruin his career and his life with your stupid, childish prejudices and homophobia? You can say whatever the hell you want about me! You can call me anything you want! I don't care! I don't even live here! And if you represent the general population, I wouldn't want to live here!"

Jonas stood straight, his eyes still locked on those of Dr. McKenzie. He continued speaking, his voice changing to a loud, threatening whisper. "Daniel is the best person I know, and I won't allow anyone to do anything to hurt him!"

"Are you threatening me, Mr. Quinn?" the Doctor said calmly.

"No, I'm not," Jonas said. "I'm warning you, if it's your intention to continue with this and destroy Daniel's life, that I'll pack my bags right now and get the hell out of here and you and Daniel and everyone else at SGC will never see me again. I will not be responsible for anything that happens to Daniel!"

Dr. McKenzie simply asked calmly, "And why should I believe you, Mr. Quinn?"

"Because I love him, damn it!" Jonas yelled. "I love him! And further more, if you ever. . . ."

Dr. McKenzie sat comfortably back in his chair. He was smiling.

"Why are you smiling?" Jonas asked, stunned by the Doctor's reaction. Turning toward Daniel, he asked, "Why is he smiling?"

Before Daniel could respond, Jonas turned back to face Dr. McKenzie. The Doctor calmly leaned forward and opened his notepad. Flipping to the desired page, he rotated the pad until Jonas could read it. There, in large, printed letters, were four short words encircled three times:

‘Make Him Say It!!!'

"Make me say ‘what'?" asked a very confused Jonas Quinn.

Daniel leaned forward and read the notation. "We've been had, Jonas," he said. "It was a trap."

"What are you talking about? What trap?"

Daniel stood up to face Jonas. "He tricked us. He got you mad enough to say it."

Still confused, Jonas repeated, "To say ‘what'?"

"To say," Daniel continued, smiling now, "that you love me."

"I didn't say that!"

"Yes, you did."

Jonas looked at Dr. McKenzie who nodded affirmation. He looked back at Daniel and stood there, staring into Daniel's eyes. Tears began to fill his own eyes. "Oh, God," Jonas said softly. "I've ruined everything." He turned away, avoiding Daniel's gaze.

"Jonas," Daniel said. Jonas remained still and silent, head down, shoulders jerking as he tried to hold back the tears which threatened to erupt. More emphatically, Daniel said, "Jonas, look at me!" When Jonas continued to ignore him, Daniel reached out gently and placed his hand on Jonas' shoulder, tugging until Jonas turned toward him once again. Still, Jonas kept his face turned away, his eyes, overflowing with tears, staring at the floor.

Daniel took Jonas' chin tenderly in his grasp, turning his face gently toward him. "Look at me."

Jonas looked up finally, seeing Daniel through watery eyes. Daniel placed his hands gently on Jonas' shoulders and neck, then his cheeks. Daniel's thumbs slowly and tenderly wiped away the tears that moistened his friend's cheeks, his eyes scanning Jonas' face, finally focusing on the brilliant, sapphire eyes, now almost the colour of cobalt. His fingertips softly outlined Jonas' face, tracing his eyebrows and ears, his quivering jaw and, finally, his lips. He ran his fingers through Jonas' hair before placing his hands on each side of his head. Leaning forward slightly, Daniel placed his forehead against Jonas', their noses almost touching. His eyes drew Jonas into him. He smiled his ‘Daniel' smile.

They remained in that position for almost a minute, silent, their eyes locked, their breath washing over the face of the other. Then Daniel spoke. "You didn't ruin anything, Jonas," he said softly and sweetly. "It's okay for you to say you love me because. . . I love you, too." He smiled his ‘Daniel' smile again. "Right now, at this very moment, I love you. I don't know if the feelings are my own or if Anubis put them there, but I love you more than anyone else I have ever loved."

Daniel pulled his head away slightly, still looking deeply into Jonas' sparkling, eyes. Cupping Jonas' face in the palms of his hands, he tilted his head, leaned forward once again, and kissed Jonas softly on the lips.

The last of Jonas' control left him. The tears began to flow freely. He wrapped his strong arms around Daniel and buried himself into Daniel's chest. Daniel lovingly cradled Jonas against him, resting his cheek against Jonas' hair and caressing the back of his head with one hand. Their eyes were now closed. Jonas' body heaved, sobbing. Daniel soothed him with gentle hushes and kisses and tender caresses.

Daniel felt a foreign hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Dr. McKenzie standing beside him. "I'll wait in the hallway," the Doctor said in a whisper and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Daniel and Jonas stood silently for a long time, the only sounds being Jonas' sobs and Daniel's soothing hushes. Slowly, Jonas calmed himself, his sobs eventually stopping. Still, they stood there, finding comfort in each other. Finally, they looked at each other again and Jonas leaned forward to kiss Daniel - and Daniel let him.

"This feels so right, Daniel," Jonas said, his voice quivering with emotion. "It feels so right, and it feels so real."

"It feels right to me, too," Daniel said encouragingly. "We'll know soon. Sam and Dr. Fraiser said they would be ready this afternoon."

"I want this to be real, Daniel. More than anything else I've ever wanted in my life, I want this to be real."

"So do I, Jonas," Daniel smiled. "So do I."

They kissed once more and hugged each other closely.

Finally, Daniel pulled away. "I'll get Dr. McKenzie now." He turned and walked toward the door.

 

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Chapter 9
CONCLUSIONS​

Later that afternoon, Daniel and Jonas sat beside each other once again in the briefing room. Their hands rested nervously on the tabletop. Dr. Janet Fraiser sat across from them, as were Major Samantha Carter and Dr. McKenzie. General Hammond, as usual, sat at the head of the table, his back to the thick, glass window. Janet had just finished her summary of the results of the tests on the two young men. Nothing had been found in either of them - no current or residual mechanical or chemical influences. Both Daniel and Jonas were clean.

"That's not to say," Dr. Fraiser added, "that there isn't something there. Anubis may have come up with something that we don't have the technology to find."

Daniel's heart skipped a beat.

"We looked everywhere we could think to look," she continued. "We couldn't find anything that shouldn't be there."

"In your professional opinion, Doctor," General Hammond said, "how certain are you that Anubis had nothing to do with this?"

"If we - that is, myself, Major Carter, and Dr. Rothwell - if we had to pick a number, Sir," said Fraiser, "we would say 98% certain."

"Major Carter?"

"I agree, Sir," Sam said.

"Very well," the General said. "Major Carter, would you be kind enough to explain the results of your own tests?"

"Excuse me, General," Dr. Fraiser imposed. "With your permission, I'd like to get back to the infirmary to check on SG-7. Jacobs was stable when I left him, but I'd like to be there to monitor his progress."

"Of course, Doctor."

Janet gathered her papers and folders. With a wink and a smile of encouragement to Daniel and Jonas, she left the room.

"Major?"

Sam began her explanation. "Well, Sir, when I ordered the PPS equipment, it came with a technician to oversee and administer the tests. He brought along a computer program which suited our needs very well. There were three images each of 130 sample males and 130 sample females in varying states of undress from fully-clothed to underclothing. I added twenty control images of Colonel O'Neill, Teal'c, Dr. Frasier, you, Sir, and myself. I also added fifty images each of Daniel and Jonas in varying states of undress from fully-clothed to underclothing into the appropriate tests. Both Daniel and Jonas were wired to measure brain activity, heart rate and blood pressure. Eye dilation and eyeball movement were monitored and an elastic ring was secured behind the penile corona to measure sexual reactions. The images displayed for 4 seconds each and all the reactions were monitored, recorded, and analyzed by computer."

Sam paused in order to hand a paper to the General and one more to Daniel and Jonas, who shared it between them. "As you can see in the top graph, neither Daniel nor Jonas had any reactions to the male subjects except for one instance with Daniel when he reacted to a young man who bore a striking resemblance to Jonas. In the second graph, you will see that there were sexual and emotional reactions for both Daniel and Jonas to a number of female subjects, some of them very strong, especially when the females were scantily clad. In the next graph, you'll see that there was strong emotional reactions to the other members of SGC. However," she said, casting an accusing eye toward both men, accompanied by a sly smile, "you will also note that there was no sexual reaction to any of the members - myself and Dr. Fraiser included."

Daniel shrugged and smiled back at her. "Sorry," he said.

"Finally," Sam continued, "the fourth graph indicates very strong emotional and sexual responses to photos of each other - much stronger reactions than to anyone else. Of particular importance is the fact that the state of dress or undress had virtually no influence on those reactions."

"Meaning?" asked the General.

"If I may, Sir," Dr. McKenzie interjected. With a nod from General Hammond, the Doctor continued. "Both Dr. Jackson and Mr. Quinn were reacting to the person as a whole, if you will. A facial profile received virtually the same reaction as a photo of the other dressed only in his briefs. This leads me to believe that the sexual attraction is toward the person and not to the body alone. Had they been seeing each other as sexual objects, there should have been a marked difference in reactions between the profiles and the more erotic images, as there were with the female test subjects. These days, it is quite common for couples to become sexually attracted to each other and misconstrue that attraction as ‘love' and they get married. However, they often discover that there is very little, if any, emotional attraction. That is why divorces run rampant throughout the country. In this case, Dr. Jackson and Mr. Quinn each developed an extremely strong emotional attraction to other first before any thoughts of sexual contact entered their minds. The sexual attraction is simply a byproduct of the emotions. An affirmation of them, if you will."

"Is it possible, Doctor," the General asked, "that both Dr. Jackson and Jonas Quinn can be, for all intents and purposes, heterosexual while, at the same time, displaying strong homosexual tendencies toward each other?"

"Yes, General," replied Dr. McKenzie. "It is very possible. It is not uncommon for same-sex friends to form such a strong bond that the friendship expands into a sexual relationship as well, especially if the individuals grew up together from childhood. Their first sexual encounters are often with each other, occasionally developing and expanding from innocent sexual explorations into fully-involved and ongoing sexual activity. These tendencies may extend throughout their entire lives, even though they lead completely heterosexual lives otherwise."

"But Daniel and I have known each other for just a few weeks, really," Jonas reminded him.

"That is true, Mr. Quinn," added the Doctor. "However, your friendship is one of those rare instances in which the bonds develop virtually overnight."

"Do you mean ‘love at first sight'?" Daniel asked.

"In a manner of speaking. You both mentioned individually that, even after a few hours, you felt as if you had been long-time friends. You had so much in common with each other, and there was so much each of you could learn from the other. Your love grew quickly after that, and the events of the days following your meeting certainly affirm that."

"So," said Daniel curiously, "you're saying these feelings are. . . what?. . . Normal?"

"For you and Mr. Quinn, yes."

"Are you saying that their feelings existed before the incident aboard Anubis' ship?" General Hammond asked.

Dr. McKenzie linked his fingers together atop the desk. "Yes, Sir. In fact, they existed before Dr. Jackson died in that unfortunate accident on Kelowna. However, they either didn't recognize them, acknowledge them, or had suppressed them in fear that the other may not have shared the same feelings which, I suspect, is the most likely option. The incident aboard Anubis' ship was merely the catalyst. On the ship, they were in a desperate situation, facing imminent death. The fear of death often brings people even closer together and dismantles any barriers they may have built around themselves. The moment allowed them to express their feelings and to act upon them without fear of having to deal with them later on. Whether Dr. Jackson or Jonas Quinn were even aware of it, their feelings of love they had for each other came out at that moment."

Samantha Carter was looking down at the table, remembering her own incidents with Colonel O'Neill, when they had been stranded on Antarctica and when the Tok'ra armbands had failed them when they were separated by a force field aboard a new and powerful ship being built by Apophis. Both she and Jack had been forced to face their own demons, their feelings for each other, in those moments of desperation. The Doctor's assessment made complete sense.

Dr. McKenzie continued. "When the moment passed and they managed to escape against the odds, they were suddenly forced to deal with them. The incident had opened their minds to the forbidden feelings they each felt for the other. I say ‘forbidden' because neither of them considered themselves homosexual, yet they felt this compulsion to be with each other - not only emotionally and physically, but sexually as well. It is only natural that they would mentally rationalize those alien thoughts and feelings. Unable to make sense of them, they each came up with the idea that Anubis had implanted them. They did this on their own, and on different planets. It made sense to them since the love they felt for each other had emerged, coincidentally, following Jonas' escape from the prison cell. I have no doubt in my mind that they would eventually have developed a discreet love affair even if the incident aboard Anubis' ship had never occurred, but it was the nudge that got the ball rolling, as it were."

"So, Dr. McKenzie," said General Hammond, "you're saying that these feelings they have are genuine?"

"Yes, Sir," replied the Doctor with a glance and reassuring smile toward Daniel and Jonas. "I can faithfully add the two percent to Dr. Fraiser's assessment. These gentlemen fell in love with each other long ago. They did it themselves. Anubis had nothing to do with it."

Daniel smiled back at Dr. McKenzie. The anxiety had washed from his face, replaced by a welcomed look of relief. "Thank you, Doctor," he said.

"Yes, thank you," echoed Jonas Quinn.

Daniel and Jonas had an answer, and now their futures lay open before them. They looked at each other, smiling. Jonas unconsciously reached out his left hand, and grasped Daniel's right hand tightly in his own. A moment later, he pulled his hand away and apologized to the others for his forwardness.

"That's okay, Son," said General Hammond. "I'm sure we all understand."

"I would like to thank all of you," Daniel said, "for everything you have done for us over these past few days. We appreciate it very much."

"You're not out of the woods yet, Dr. Jackson," the General reminded him. "You still have Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c to contend with."

"We'll talk to them first thing Monday morning when they come back, Sir."

Hammond nodded. "Have you considered what you will do now?" he asked.

"Not totally, General," Jonas said. "Daniel wants me to move in with him no matter what happens between him and SG-1, but I still insist that I will leave Earth if I jeopardize his position here."

"And I keep telling him," Daniel said stubbornly, casting an accusing eye at Jonas, "that it wouldn't make any difference. If they don't want me on the team because they think I'm gay, it won't matter whether or not he's here."

Turning toward Hammond, Daniel continued. "General, if I have to leave SG-1, would I have to leave SGC as well? I mean, couldn't I still work here as a researcher and translator?"

"Of course," replied the General. "If you would be comfortable with that. The Colonel has a say in who is on his team, but he has no control over who works on the base."

Daniel returned to Jonas. "There! You have your answer. Now shut up and pack your bags. You're coming home with me."

"Well," Sam said with a grin on her face. "It's easy to see who wears the pants in that family." When she realized what she had just said, the grin disappeared, replaced with a look of shame and embarrassment. "Oh, Jonas, I'm sorry!" she apologized quickly. "I didn't mean. . . ."

"That's okay, Sam," Jonas said with a kind, understanding smile. "I know you were joking." He sat back in his chair and sighed. "So. It looks like I have a new home."

"Indeed you have, Son," said General Hammond. "In anticipation of this outcome, I have taken the liberty to secure proper identification and papers for you, along with an identity." He handed Jonas a brown, manilla envelope. "You are now Jonas Quinn, born and raised in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. You were orphaned at the age of two, only child of Lyle and Catherine Quinn. You were adopted by your father's parents, Jonas and Helen Quinn, now deceased. The details of your bio are included."

Jonas beamed, his eyes sparkling, as he opened the envelope and perused the papers inside.

"The papers are temporary, of course," Hammond added. "If things work out between you and Dr. Jackson, you must take the necessary steps yourself to make them permanent and become a citizen of the United States if that is your wish."

Jonas looked at the General, his deep blue eyes watery with tears. "Thank you, Sir."

Daniel echoed his sentiments.

"Major Carter," the General said. "Before we dismiss, do you have any objections to Daniel remaining with SG-1?"

"None, Sir," Sam replied with a smile as she looked deeply into Daniel's eyes. "None whatsoever."

"Very well," Hammond concluded as he rose to his feet. The others also stood up. "Best of luck to you both, gentlemen. And please notify me as soon as you know the results of your talk with Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c."

"Thank you, Sir. We will."

"Dismissed."

To be continued​

 

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Thank you, Phoenix. They are my favourite characters as well.

As for Atlantis, it started showing recently here in Canada and I've only seen the first few episodes. I don't know the characters at all, really, so I'll stick with Stargate for now.

I do appreciate your comments, though. And I hope the rest of the story is as enjoyable as the beginning.

 

[PhoenixRising]

Hey GSDX

I'm liking the story so far. Definately keep it up!

Is it sad that I'm a fan to the point where I can actually picture Daniel doing some of those things. I mean, seeing his mannerisms coming out in the story? Or is it just that you are a good author?

 

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I don't know that I'm that good a writer. It's just that I can see Daniel (and the other characters, of course) doing those things and I write them down. Daniel is actually a tough character to write when he speaks. Michael Shanks does a wonderful job at inserting the pauses between words and stretching them out to excellent effect. It's not so easy to write it without making it boring to the reader. I can only hope that they know Daniel well enough to read it as he would speak it.

I just wish I knew some of the big words Sam uses, if only to be able to have Jack mangle them.

 

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Chapter 10
FIRST DAY​

Saturday, 5:27 PM. It was the end. . . and it was the beginning.

Dr. Daniel Jackson stood behind his chair in the briefing room, his hands clenching the back for support, head down and eyes closed. Jonas Quinn stood close beside him, his concerned face turned toward his friend. Thoughts of the past three days flooded Daniel's mind. Since Jonas had arrived on Earth Thursday morning, the two men had endured countless tests, scans, and examinations. They had undergone humiliating photo sessions - humiliating for Daniel, at least. They had undergone a test administered by a nerdy technician (wearing a pair of classes held together with masking tape, no less) which measured every beat of their hearts, every flicker of their eye, and every minuscule twitch of their penises. They each had endured two psychiatric interviews including one which almost resulted in fisticuffs between Jonas and Dr. McKenzie. And now, the second briefing was finished and Daniel knew that his love for Jonas Quinn was genuine. Their futures together lay before them.

It was the end. . . and it was the beginning.

Jonas tenderly placed his hand on Daniel's shoulder and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Daniel replied, opening his eyes to look at the handsome young man beside him. "Just a little tired."

"You can relax now, Daniel," Major Samantha Carter said with a smile as she circled the table toward him. "It's all over." Sam was the only one left in the room with the two young men. Dr. McKenzie had offered his best wishes and left the room as soon as the briefing was finished. General Hammond left as well after giving them a reassuring handshake and offering Jonas a position on-base as assistant researcher to Daniel. Jonas accepted immediately, but in a limited capacity. He still had responsibilities on Kelowna.

Sam took Daniel into her arms, giving him a warm, comforting hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek. She did the same with Jonas. Her gaze passed back and forth between the two, her smile bright and friendly. "I'm really happy for both of you. If there's anything I can do. . ." She left the sentence unfinished.

"You've done more than we could have expected, Sam," Daniel said sincerely. "More than we could have hoped. You can relax now, too. Your work is finished."

"Look, um," Sam said, "I'll wait outside the door for a few minutes and make sure no-one comes in. Let you guys have a bit of quiet time. Okay?"

"Thank you," both young men said in tandem. Sam hugged them once more, smiled and left the room.

When she was gone, Daniel draped his arms over Jonas' strong shoulders as Jonas placed his hands on Daniel's hips. They gazed into each other's eyes for a long time before Daniel broke the silence. "I guess this is it, eh?"

"Yeah," replied Jonas.

"Are you scared?"

"No. You?"

"Yeah. A bit."

"We'll get through it together, just like we got through this." Jonas stared deeply into Daniel's eyes. "I love you, Daniel Jackson."

Daniel smiled yet again and replied, "And I love you, Jonas Quinn."

Then they kissed. It was a slow, romantic kiss. There was no urgency to it. It was a kiss of shared love, and they held it for a long time. When it was finished, Daniel leaned back, his hands sliding down Jonas' arms until they reached his hands. Taking them firmly into his own, he said tenderly, "Let's go home."

* * * * *

At 9:45 PM, Jonas stood outside his new home, packed handbag in hand. Beside him, Daniel was searching his pockets for the keys to the apartment door. Jonas had thoroughly enjoyed the restaurant Daniel had taken him to. It had been a surprise, Daniel having made the reservations while Jonas was changing clothes and packing. The waiter had been wonderful; an older gentleman by the name of Leon, fawned over one of his favourite patrons.

"Dr. Jackson!" he had said. "What a surprise!"

"Hi, Leon," Daniel had replied.

"I've missed seeing you around here."

"I've been. . . um. . . busy," Daniel had said hesitantly.

"He was in Canada," Jonas quickly explained. "Working on a Viking dig in Newfoundland. I'm Jonas Quinn." Jonas had held out his hand in greeting. Leon's grip was surprisingly firm. "I was his intern there and Daniel invited me here for a visit to see his private collection of artifacts. He thinks he can get me a job as his assistant here as well."

"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Quinn. I do hope you enjoy your visit here, and good luck with your job."

"I'm sure I will," Jonas said, casting a quick glance and smile to Daniel.

Dinner had been delicious and the company enchanting. Leon had surprised Daniel with a bottle of Daniel's favourite wine.

"With my compliments," he had said.

"Leon," Daniel objected, "I can't accept this. It's too expensive."

Leon leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a hush. "Please, Dr. Jackson," he said quietly, "these old eyes see many things other eyes do not see. This is a congratulatory gift to you and your friend. I wish you both many, many years of happiness together."

Daniel stared dumbfounded at Jonas, eyebrows raised, mouth open as if to speak. He closed his mouth again and turned his attention back to Leon.

Jonas asked, "Are we that obvious?"

"Relax, my new young friend," the waiter replied with a knowing smile. "You are obvious only to those who can seen into the heart. Only to those who have experienced the same love you share with Dr. Jackson. Your secret is safe with me." Then, to Daniel, he said, "Please, accept my little gift. It is a small price to pay for the wonderful memories you have given me tonight. I lost my Jonathan 5 months ago. We were together for 37 years and I miss him dearly. Seeing you and your friend together reminds me so much of Jonathan and I when we were your age. Believe me, those memories are something you cannot buy, but they are certainly worth paying for when someone gives them to you."

"Thank you, Leon," Daniel said, accepting the bottle of wine. "Thank you very much indeed."

The click of the door lock brought Jonas back to the present as Daniel removed the key and swung the door open. They entered and secured the door behind them. At the flip of a switch beside the door, the room was filled with light.

"Welcome home, Jonas Quinn."

"Thank you, Daniel Jackson."

While Daniel took the bottle of wine to the kitchen, Jonas looked around the room in amazement and excitement. One wall was lined with shelves of old books, scrolls and large tomes. Masks and other ancient decorations hung upon the other walls while dozens of artifacts and statuettes rested upon divider shelves, tables, and ornate pedestals. It was an exhibit of antiquities, thought Jonas, which would be the envy of any museum or library on Kelowna.

Daniel returned and, taking Jonas by the hand after turning out the light, escorted him to the bedroom. A huge bed, larger than Jonas had ever seen, dominated the wall across from the door. Bedside tables on either side were topped with table lamps, a digital alarm clock and a number of small artifacts, trinkets, and candles. Curtained windows framed the bed and a full-length drapery to the left covered a sliding door which lead to the small balcony. A bookshelf and a small reading area was tucked into the corner. A large, antique, mirror-topped chest of drawers was set against the wall to the right of the bedroom door, beyond which was an open door leading to a tiled en suite bathroom in which Jonas could see a large vanity and toilet against the right wall and the corner of a glass-enclosed shower against the wall to the left. A closed door beside the bathroom door concealed a closet.

"We'll have to buy you a new dresser and maybe an armoire," Daniel said. "There isn't much room in the closet, but you might be able to squeeze a few things in there."

"They need to be washed first," Jonas explained, holding up the carry bag he still held in his hand. "These are all the Earth clothes I have."

"We'll kit you out tomorrow," Daniel said. "Right now, though, I need a nice, long, relaxing bath. Care to join me?"

Jonas dropped the bag to the floor. "I'd love to," he said, wrapping his arms around Daniel and giving him a warm, welcoming kiss.

They walked hand-in-hand to the en suite bathroom, but, the moment they walked through the door, anxiety washed over Daniel. In an instant, he realized suddenly that he would soon be naked and so would Jonas. They would be sharing a bath, and he had no idea what would happen then. He had thought he had prepared himself for this moment, but, apparently, not well enough.

He pulled his hand away and stammered, "I'll. . . um. . . I'll light the. . . um. . . wine if you get the candles. . . . I mean, you light the candles and I'll. . . um. . . ."

Jonas realized immediately that Daniel was suddenly extremely uncomfortable. It was time for him to take command of the situation. He took Daniel's hands into his own, holding them firmly, his magnetic eyes holding Daniel's gaze. With a gentle voice, he spoke: "Daniel, I love you very much. I am ready for this. I am ready for anything you may want to do with me or what you may want to do to me. I'm not afraid. But you are."

He paused, maintaining the gaze. "I know you, Daniel. I know that things are much moving faster than you had anticipated. I know that you thought you were ready for this, but you're not. You're not afraid of the future, but you're afraid of taking the steps you must take to get there."

Again, Jonas paused. "You take your bath. I'll grab a shower later. Just tell me where I can find some sheets and blankets and I'll make up a bed on the sofa. When you're ready, we can begin taking things one step at a time, at your pace. Okay?"

Daniel remained silent for a long moment, gazing off to one side. When Jonas began to release Daniel's hands, Daniel held on and turned his gaze to once again lose himself in the oceans of Jonas' deep blue eyes. Several moments later, he spoke. "No. Stay. I've done things these past few days I didn't think I could ever do. I've dreamt about this moment for days and it scares the hell out of me, but I want to do it. I need to do this for both of us. Our future starts now. . . or I'm afraid it won't start at all."

Jonas smiled warmly. "Okay," he said gently. "I'll follow your lead."

Daniel leaned forward and kissed Jonas gently on the lips. "I do love you, Jonas," he whispered. "You must believe that. I've never really been good at love. Every relationship I've been in has ended in disaster. But I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. Maybe I've been fooling myself my whole life and this is what I've wanted all along. I don't know. I only know that I want so much to make it work."

"It will work, Daniel." Jonas smile was warm and encouraging. "If you want it to work as much as I do, nothing can stop it. And don't ever forget that I love you, too."

They kissed again and let go of each others' hands. Daniel turned to start the bath, adjusting the temperature to his liking and pouring in some aromatic oils. This was the first step. He tried to convince himself that, if he could get past this first step, the rest would be easy. He wasn't certain he had succeeded.

Pushing the doubts out of his mind, he asked, "Is this too hot for you?"

Jonas stuck his hand in the water and said, "No, that's fine."

"Okay. I'll go get the wine. The candle lighter is on the vanity. Just squeeze the handle to spark it."

Daniel set out for the kitchen where he opened Leon's gift bottle, set it on a tray and collected two wine glasses from the rack. Picking up the tray, he returned to the bathroom. When he entered, the water was still flowing into the tub. The lights were turned off and the candles cast warm shadows on the white, ceramic tiles in the room. Jonas stood beside the tub, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt.

"Jonas, stop," Daniel said.

Jonas stopped immediately, apologizing. "I'm sorry, Daniel. I thought it might be easier. . . ."

"It's okay," Daniel said, setting the tray on the small stand near the head of the bathtub. He smiled at Jonas and said quietly, "I want to do that for you."

Relief and a smile flooded Jonas' face, the deep, manly dimples of his cheeks shadowed in the candlelight as Daniel approached him. Jonas' smell reached his nostrils, overpowering even the aromatic scents of the candles and bath oil. In his mind, Daniel was suddenly standing in the mist of a mountain waterfall again, and he smiled. Raising his hands slowly to the front of Jonas' shirt, he began undoing the buttons one at a time, his fingers moving downward until they reached the waistband of the navy-blue slacks Jonas was wearing. He tugged the shirttails out of the pants before undoing the final two buttons, then, sliding his hands gently upward, over Jonas' powerful stomach and chest, he reached beneath the shirt at the neckline, sliding the material back and off Jonas' arms. The shirt fell in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Daniel took a moment to slip out of his shoes and to remove his socks. Jonas did the same. Then, after turning off the faucets, Daniel turned back to Jonas and placed nervous fingers on the clasp at the waistband of the slacks. Jonas sucked in his stomach and the clasp came undone. Slowly, Daniel grasped the metal tab of the zipper and slid it down. Just as slowly, his hands entered the opening, sliding to the sides and back until his palms came to rest on the solid cheeks of Jonas' rounded ass. A moment later, the hands slid downward, pushing the slacks off Jonas' hips. They fell to the floor and Jonas stepped out of them. Daniel stepped back to take in the spectacle standing before him.

Never in his life would Daniel ever have imagined that he could and would find a man absolutely beautiful, and never would he have imagined that he could and would fall in love with him. Yet, there he stood, and Daniel could feel his knees going weak with excitement and anticipation. Any reservations he may have felt melted away in the candlelight. Jonas' body was smooth, yet very masculine. Sandy blond hairs peeked out from beneath his arms and similar hairs sprouted around the brown nipples on his muscular pecs. More hairs sprang from the waistband of the pale-blue bikini briefs he wore, traveling up his stomach to his navel in an enticing, pointed, inverted ‘V'. His muscular arms and legs sparkled in the flickering light of the candles like moonlight on freshly-fallen snow. Daniel felt the heat from his chest moving down to settle warmly in his groin.

Jonas took a step forward and reached up to take Daniel's eyeglasses gently in his fingers. He removed them carefully and folded the arms down before setting the glasses on the vanity beside him. "May I?" he asked softly as his fingers grasped the hem of Daniel's knitted sweater.

Daniel nodded.

Jonas lifted the bulky white sweater over Daniel's head while Daniel raised his arms, allowing Jonas to pull it off. Folding the sweater in half lengthwise, then in half again the other way, Jonas carefully set it near the eyeglasses. Then, tugging the T-shirt from the waistband of Daniel's light-tan slacks, he lifted it over his head and off his arms as well, dropping the shirt on top of his own clothes.

Staring deeply into Daniel's pale, blue eyes, Jonas undid the button of the slacks and easily slid the zipper to its base, his fingers passing over the hardening shaft of flesh hidden beneath. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Daniel's underwear and pushing down, the slacks and briefs fell easily from Daniel's body, gathering at his ankles. Daniel stepped out of them and stood, totally naked, before Jonas. The fears and anxieties Daniel had anticipated did not come. Instead, he was swept with a feeling of pride as Jonas stood back and admired the man standing naked before him. Daniel did not try to hide the rising cock sprouting from his groin, and soon it stood out from his body, bobbing gently with each pulsing beat of his heart.

Jonas looked up, catching Daniel's gaze. His own erection strained against the thin material of his briefs as it lay against stomach, pointing to his right hip. "All the dreams I've had about this moment," he said quietly, "don't come close to what I'm seeing right now. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

"Thank you, Jonas," Daniel replied. "But I'm not half as beautiful as you are."

"You'll never convince me of that."

He slipped his thumbs into his own underwear and slid them gently over his own throbbing erection and down his legs, stepping out of them when they reached the floor. For a long minute, both men stood, staring and smiling at each other in the flickering light of the candles. Daniel noticed that Jonas, like himself, had been circumcised, a custom which, he would learn later, had inexplicably found its way to Kelowna.

As if on cue, both eager young men stepped forward and fell into a crushing hug, flesh meeting naked flesh for the very first time. They stood like that for a long time, absorbing each other's heat into himself, drawing strength and comfort from each other's hardened bodies. Daniel reluctantly broke the contact and stepped into the soothing bath. Jonas joined him. Just as Jonas was about to sit in the far end of the tub, Daniel stopped him and opened his arms to him. Jonas turned around and settled between Daniel's legs, his head resting against Daniel's left shoulder.

With a practiced hand, Daniel poured the wine into the glasses, handing one to Jonas and taking the other for himself. In a silent toast, they clinked the glasses together and drank.

The warmth of the bath and the scented oils relaxed them as they sat in silence, the trials of the past few days washing away and filling each with an entirely new feeling. Thirty minutes and another glass of wine later, Jonas was leaning comfortably into the pillow offered by Daniel's shoulder, his right hip pressing into the joint of Daniel's legs. He could feel the heat from Daniel's erection burning into his hip. Daniel's arm hung limply over his shoulder and chest. He welcomed the contact, and so did Daniel.

"This is right," Daniel said softly, finally. "This is what I want. . . . I think it's what I've always wanted." A pause followed, after which Daniel whispered, "Don't ever leave me, Jonas Quinn."

Jonas turned slightly, setting his empty glass on the rim of the tub. Taking Daniel's empty glass and setting it beside his own, he twisted his upper body around, wrapped his left arm around Daniel's neck and engaged him in a deep, loving, passionate kiss.

Daniel held him tightly, pulling their bodies together and grinding his lips against Jonas'. A short time later, his right hand began a short journey from Jonas' back around to his chest. He could feel the beating heart beneath the soft skin. He could feel the chest expanding and contracting with each breath. Slowly, his hand slid to the side and down to Jonas' hip, pulling that part of the young man against that part of himself and he felt Jonas' pulsating cock bouncing against the back of his arm. His fingers sought out that flesh and wrapped themselves lovingly around it. For the first time in his life, Daniel was holding a cock other than his own, and he squeezed it in appreciation and excitement. Jonas gasped and his cock swelled. Daniel's hand began to stroke gently. It felt so much like his own, yet so different at the same time. He did not fear the contact as he thought he might. Instead, he welcomed it.

Jonas' breath came in gasps as their lips continued to press against each other, and then, suddenly, the gasps turned to moans and Jonas began to quiver. His cock grew, expanding in anticipation of the rapidly-approaching orgasm, and, before he could stop it, semen exploded from his cock in a stream he had never before experienced. His body shook and his moans became groans of pleasure and ecstasy, echoing off the tile walls and filling the room with sounds of love.

Not knowing exactly what to do, Daniel simply did what he usually did during his own orgasms. He squeezed harder and stroked from tip to base. He was amazed that he could so easily bring such pleasure to someone, and it pleased him. He held Jonas tightly, slowing his strokes as the intensity of Jonas' orgasm subsided. Finally, Jonas broke the kiss, falling back into Daniel's shoulder, his eyes closed and his face displaying the excitement he was feeling. His chest heaved as he gasped for air.

He lay against Daniel for a long time, exhausted from the emotional and physical eruption. Daniel's hand continued to hold the softening cock, his fingers sliding downward from time to time to gently caress the low-hanging testicles beneath.

Finally, Jonas managed to speak. "That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt in my life. I didn't want it to end."

"There will be other times," Daniel promised. "Lots more."

Jonas twisted around and gave Daniel a quick kiss of thanks. Without a word, he stood and extended his hand to Daniel, who took it in his own and was easily pulled to his feet. They stepped out of the tub as Jonas grabbed two large terrycloth towels from the rack and wrapped one around his shoulders. The other, he placed over Daniel's head and around his shoulders and began to gently towel him dry. Working his way slowly down Daniel's body, Jonas dropped to his knees to continue his progress. With extreme care and tenderness, he dried Daniel's still-throbbing cock, his balls still hanging low in their sack from the warmth of the bath.

The towel slid from Jonas' shoulders as he released the towel held in his hands, both falling neglected to the floor. He wrapped his hand lovingly around the solid flesh in front of him. The moment he had imagined since that single moment in the ventilation shaft aboard Anubis' ship was finally coming to fruition. He had no fear of what he was about to do. He had no reservations. His heart pounded in anticipation. He was ready.

One single stroke brought a droplet of clear fluid to the tip of Daniel's cock, and Jonas leaned forward and licked the droplet away, pulling it past his lips and into his mouth. The taste was surprisingly sweet, and Jonas longed for more. He was ready to please Daniel completely, and he was determined that he wouldn't stop until he had done so. Daniel's orgasm didn't frighten him. Nothing about Daniel frightened him, and nothing they could do together frightened him, either. Jonas was ready for anything.

Leaning forward once again, Jonas pressed his lips against the smooth, purplish cockhead before him. His lips parted and the cockhead slid inside and onto his tongue. He held it there for a time, using his tongue to explore the foreign flesh and to suck it into the vacuum of his willing mouth. He could feel the head swelling and he could feel Daniel quivering. His own spent cock began to grow once more, the blood pumping into it with an urgency Jonas had not expected. Eagerly, he put his hands on Daniel's hips to support him and to guide his hips forward.

Daniel looked down, amazed and thrilled, as he watched his friend's mouth move down the shaft of his cock. More and more of his cock slid into Jonas' mouth. He could feel it entering the throat and he gasped as Jonas guided him continually forward, deeper inside, until he felt Jonas' lips pressing into his pubic curls, his cock lodged deep inside Jonas. Jonas looked up into Daniel's eyes, and Daniel could see the dimples of a smile forming on Jonas' cheeks. Still looking up, Jonas pulled back and then pushed forward. Again and again, he slid Daniel's cock with ease into and out of his throat.

It was too much for Daniel. In only a few strokes of Jonas' warm, inviting, and surprisingly talented mouth, his balls took over and his cock swelled. His orgasm was imminent, and he warned Jonas, but Jonas refused to pull away, locking his lips firmly around the cockhead instead. The orgasm grew and Daniel was forced to place his hands on his friend's shoulders to keep from falling down. His body began to shake as the pressures inside grew to explosive capacity. Then it happened.

With a series of vocal grunts and moans, Daniel unloaded his balls into Jonas' eager mouth. Jonas accepted the offering eagerly, savouring the taste before swallowing it into himself. The orgasm continued, pumping more and more semen into Jonas' mouth. Daniel's moans echoed off the tile walls.

Somehow, Daniel remained on his feet until his massive orgasm concluded. Never before had he had an orgasm of that magnitude. His heart pounded and his breath came in quick, desperate gasps. Slowly, after Jonas had released his softening cock, Daniel opened his eyes to see Jonas standing before him, a huge, satisfied smile on his handsome face, and using a discarded towel to dry himself. He leaned against the vanity to steady his weakened legs, the tiles cool against the heated skin of his ass.

Eventually, he found his voice. "You told me you were a virgin," he exclaimed. "Where did you learn to do that?"

Jonas' smile grew even bigger. "I've been practicing," he said with a wink.

"On who?"

"Not ‘who'," Jonas said with a grin. "On ‘what'. Didn't you wonder why there haven't been any bananas in the commissary these past few days?"

Daniel searched Jonas' face for sincerity. "You're joking, right?"

Jonas shook his head. "It only took me one day to control the gag reflex." With a mischievous wink, he added, "Chalk it up to Kelownan physiology. We were born to be cocksuckers, I guess."

"Whatever the reason, that was, by far, the most exciting and wonderful experience in my life. Thank you."

"Any time, Daniel," Jonas said. "It was my pleasure, believe me."

Daniel tried to stand and fell back against the vanity. Jonas dropped the towel and grabbed his arm. "Come on," he said. "You're going to bed. I'll clean this up."

Daniel allowed himself to be escorted to the large bed where he climbed, exhausted, beneath the covers on the right side and lay on his back, his head sinking into the soft, full pillow. Jonas disappeared. Minutes later, he returned and crawled under the blankets on Daniel's side of the bed. Daniel shifted over slightly and Jonas settled in beside him, laying on his side and pressing his chest against his new lover, his left arm resting casually and tenderly over Daniel's stomach. After a ‘goodnight' kiss, Jonas nestled his head into Daniel's shoulder. In minutes, they were both sound asleep.

To Be Continued​

(Note: Due to the life histories of both Daniel and Jonas, HIV and AIDS is not an issue in this fantasy and I have taken liberties with the events. Please, for your own safety, practice Safe Sex and use all the proper precautions!)

 

[theatreboi]

I MUST tell you that that is by far the best slash fiction I've ever read. I'm so very very glad that you spent so much time working up the actual story of why it all happens. I can't wait for the next chapter. You do such a good job of encapsulating every character that I can really see them doing and saying everything. This makes me want to watch seasons 6 and 7 again!

 

[yuechan]

I love Daniel Jackson.