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No one would hear any complaints from Daniel that he hadn't had to run around Jack's neighborhood, calling for a grown man drugged out of his mind. Watching Jack sleep, Daniel decided as he stood watching the unconscious figure with his head on the tabletop, was always surprising somehow. Maybe it was because when awake, the man was never still. That made the contrast so much more noticeable. Right now, he looked absolutely knocked out, and Daniel doubted that they'd have to lock the door to his bedroom once they'd gotten him there. By the looks of it, sleep had overcome him when he was about halfway through drinking the glass of milk. Thankfully, he'd had time to put it down, and it was now placed right next to Jack's head, his limp hand on the other side of the glass.

"Well. I don't think he went out the kitchen door after all."

"He did not, DanielJackson. He is sleeping with his head on the kitchen table."

He gave Teal'c a wry glare, but the other man looked oblivious. Hah. Oblivious my ass.

After they'd dragged Jack into the bedroom and dumped him on the bed, Daniel closed the door to the bedroom and turned to the others. "So… Who gets the honor of staying to…"

"Baby-sit?" Sam filled in.

"Well… Yeah."

"I'm driving his rug the cleaners. That alone is way beyond the line of duty."

"I would stay and kel'no'reem here, but O'Neill's candles have a distinct… odor."

Daniel smiled. "He got them from Janet. What, you don't enjoy the smell of roses, Teal'c?"

"I enjoy it to the same degree I enjoy having a zat'nik'tel fired at me. Repeatedly."

Daniel blinked. "Wow, that much?"

"So," Sam smiled gleefully at Daniel, "I guess that only leaves you." She walked to the door and grabbed her coat of a hook. "Have fun." With a final wave, she opened the door and left. Teal'c inclined his head at Daniel, and Daniel could have sworn he saw a smile at the corners of his mouth. Before he could tell for sure, Teal'c was outside the door, closing it behind himself.

Right. Baby-sitting. He sighed and walked into the kitchen to clean away everything. When that was done he went to Jack's room and carefully slipped in.

Jack was lying just as they'd left him; sprawled over half the bed, face down. Locking the door after himself, he toed his shoes off, put his glasses on the bedside table and lay down carefully next to Jack. Daniel was a light sleeper, so if Jack tried getting out either by the window or the locked door, he should be able to wake up before he did something stupid.

Yawning widely, he folded his hands and rested them on his stomach. He'd just take a little nap…

When he opened his eyes, at first he wasn't certain of what it was that'd woken him. He would be the first one to admit that his brain wasn't the fastest thing in the morning, but he still was a bit embarrassed later when he thought back on how long it'd taken for the situation to register.

When it did, he froze. Something warm and heavy was weighing down on his chest, and he could have sworn that someone was breathing slowly against his neck. But that was impossible, since he was in-

Jack's bed.

He was in Jack's bed.

Damn.

"Would you relax," the person beside him mumbled. "You're gonna sprain something if you continue to tense up like that."

"Thanks for the warning, I'll certainly consider that before I freak out the next time."

Jack lifted his head and blinked sleepily at Daniel, and Daniel melted a bit at the sight of his sleep ruffled hair. "I'm freaking you out? Way to stroke a guy's ego."

"Well, first, you're drugged out of your mind, second-" He stopped. Then, "Jack?"

"Present."

He studied Jack's eyes carefully, trying to see if they still had that glazed look. "Feeling any urges to use the word 'groovy'?"

"Not particularly, no."

He didn't seem drugged, but then again, was there really that much of a difference between a drugged Jack and a tired Jack? "So…"

"So, why don't you go back to sleep, so I can go back to sleep, and I won't have to be real cranky in the morning?"

"Just like that."

Jack gave him a 'you're such a pain in the ass' look. "Well, it's not exactly brain surgery."

Okay, so maybe there was a slight difference between a drugged Jack and a tired Jack. The drugged Jack wasn't quite as caustic. Daniel found it a bit worrying that he actually preferred the caustic one.

"Glad to know you're taking this seriously," Daniel said, trying looking offended, but it was hard confronted with that 'I'm trying to be practical here, why won't you work with me?' expression on Jack's face.

"Daniel, it's night. At night, you generally sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

Daniel's eyes narrowed. "You sure you're not drugged?"

"Positive. Now shut up and go to sleep."

"Geez, bossy," Daniel muttered, then turned to lay his head on Jack's chest.

Jack yawned, making Daniel's head rise where it was resting. "It *does* say 'Colonel' on my uniform."

"Jack," Daniel said sleepily.

"Mmm?"

"You're not wearing your uniform."

"Shut up, Daniel."

A snore was his only answer.

When Jack woke, his face was mashed against Daniel's neck (Damn, he smells good.), his legs tangled with the other man's and… Well, let's just say that other interesting things were happening down below. As a matter of fact, those other things were sort of going "yippie-kai-ay!" at the moment. Jack felt inclined to agree, until the situation, despite its niceness, finally sunk in.

He was in bed with Daniel. Daniel was in his bed. He was lying on top of Daniel.

And damn if he could remember how he got there.

Reluctantly, he lifted his head away from Daniel's neck and peered down at his face. His glasses were off and his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open as he breathed deeply in his sleep. How he was able to breathe deeply with Jack on top of him, Jack didn't know, but he figured he shouldn't think to hard on it or it might stop working. He had a brief moment of satisfaction from the fact that Daniel didn't snore before he came to himself.

What was *up* with him? He was supposed to be regrouping here.And you're not helping, he mentally sneered to the other things down below that completely ignored him.

Regrouping. Right. He frowned and thought hard about last night. Last night…

He'd drunk milk. He'd met someone named Steel. He'd zatted someone named Johnson. He'd tripped on his lamp in the living room after which it'd turned into an alien.

Or, you know, that last part could have been a dream.

He did, however, have no memory of getting into bed with Daniel. He didn't have any memory of removing his clothes either - he looked down - which was probably why he was still wearing them.

So, that left him with zip, except a vague notion that he should be really really hung-over at this moment. Huh. That helped.

Daniel stirred beneath him and Jack's eyes flew back to Daniel's face. Well, so much for regrouping.

Daniel blinked and opened his eyes, which widened once they managed to focus on Jack's. "Uh… Hey."

"Hey."

Daniel seemed to take waking up with Jack on top of him pretty well, so far. He squinted at the clock on the bedside table. "What time is it?"

"A little past 0700."

Daniel's eyes returned to study Jack. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." As Daniel continued to look expectantly at him, he added, "Fine." Daniel's expression didn't change. "Dandy?"

"Not feeling any side effects?"

"Side…effects?"

"You do remember yesterday," Daniel slowed down at the sight of whatever expression was on Jack's face, "…right?"

"Depends. Did my lamp turn into an alien?"

"You remember parts of yesterday." Daniel looked relieved.

Jack's eyes widened. "My lamp *did* turn into an alien?!"

"Oh, no, no! But there was an alien involved with your lamp."

"An alien was involved with my lamp?!" Jack shuddered. "How is that any better than my lamp turning into an alien?"

"No, no, I meant…" Daniel's eyes narrowed. "Are you being deliberately dense?"

"For once, no." Jack considered rolling off Daniel, but decided to wait until Daniel mentioned it. "Why don't you tell me what happened last night?"

Daniel opened his mouth and started talking, but not about Jack getting off him already. He talked about a lot of things, but that didn't come up once. Jack's eyebrows started to climb his forehead as he listened to what he'd been up to yesterday.

"Steel *zatted* me?"

"Well, he didn't really have a choice."

A horrible suspicion hit Jack. Daniel frowned at him. "What?"

"You didn't tell me what happened after that. Something embarrassing, right?"

Daniel looked innocent. "Why do you say that?"

"Because there's no way I'd get in bed with you without being drugged or something."

Daniel went still beneath him, and Jack caught the hurt in his eyes before he started trying moving, apparently intent on getting Jack off of him.

"What are you *doing*?" It was either pinning Daniel down or falling off the bed, so he went with the former, ignoring the fact that the things below were cheering at him.

"I'm *trying* to go to the bathroom, if that's okay with you."

"I don't think so."

Daniel stopped trying to send Jack diving over the edge of the bed and settled for a glare. Things below whined pitifully.

"I didn't mean it like that." Jack didn't think a quip would be appreciated tight now, so he restrained himself.

"How exactly did you mean it then?"

"Well, I didn't mean that you're, I don't know, repulsive or anything. Obviously."

Daniel's eyebrows rose and he looked down pointedly. "Obviously."

Jack followed his gaze and his face heated up. Crap.

He braved on. "Because, you know, anyone would be blind to not see that you're a nice looking guy."

"Really?"

"Not, that I've noticed it or anything, but-"

Daniel sighed. "No, of course not."

"Look…"

"No, you're right, you were drugged, and you weren't even conscious when I got into bed with you - not into *bed* into bed, obviously."

"Obviously."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Are you going to let go of me?"

Jack looked at his hands that were closed around Daniel's wrists; which in their turn were pinned firmly to the bed above Daniel's head. He could see Daniel's pulse beat strongly in his wrist, and without really thinking about it stroked his thumb over it, softly. He watched in fascination as the pulse started beating faster as he continued to caress it. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Daniel sounded a bit breathless.

"Yeah. Depends." His hand had released Daniel's wrist and was now stroking its thumb over Daniel's knuckles. There was a scar on one of them that he'd never noticed before.

"Depends on what?" Daniel's voice was a bit hoarse, and it sent shivers down Jack's spine.

Jack had always prided himself on being a man of action. That was the story he was going with at least as he bent his head down and pressed his lips to Daniel's, his eyes drifting shut in pleasure. Daniel's mouth opened under his and Jack was so busy taking advantage of that fact that he didn't notice immediately that he'd been flipped onto his back. When he did, he arched up and noted with some amount of glee that his things below weren't the only ones throwing a party.

Daniel drew back a bit, catching his breath, and Jack suckled his lower lip. Daniel moaned and rested his forehead against Jack. Jack opened his eyes and got that blurry view you got of someone's face when you're watching them from *way* too short a distance. Not that he was complaining, mind you.

"Jack?"

"Daniel? Have to admit, I didn't know you liked to-"

"Jack, if you say 'liked to be on top', I swear to God I'm going to hit you."

Jack continued as though he'd never been interrupted, "-sleep in other guys beds."

Daniel stared at him then started to laugh. "Only in your bed, honest."

"Glad to hear it." He captured Daniel's mouth again, and God, he'd missed necking. That it was with the person he'd wanted to do it with for longer than he could recall was almost too good to be tr-

He drew back and stared at Daniel; Daniel was panting slightly and looked a bit concerned as he pushed himself up with his arms. "What? What's wrong?"

Jack slowly and carefully brought his hand to his arm and pinched himself. Ouch.

Daniel frowned at him, then his expression cleared. "You think this is the drugs, don't you?"

Jack looked warily at him. "You saying it isn't?"

"I'm saying it isn't."

"So, how do I know that the drugs aren't telling me that?"

Daniel looked annoyed then pinched Jack hard on his arm.

"Ow!" Jack glared at Daniel and rubbed his arm, which was turning red from the repeated pinching. "What was that for?"

Daniel shrugged but didn't quite manage to hide that sadistic gleam in his eye. "Just thought it wasn't something a drugged induced hallucination would do."

"Asshole," Jack said fondly.

He leaned towards Daniel again, and watched as his eyes drifted half-shut. "So, not an illusion, huh?"

Their noses were almost touching. "No," Daniel mumbled, "no illusion."

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