TITLE: The Black Sheep
CONTENT WARNING: Slash
SUMMARY: Jack invites Daniel up to his cabin for a reason. A surprise
visitor is not part of his plan
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permission of the author.
Huge thanks to the wonderful MajorClanger for betaing this fic. She said
that the ending was just fine because it left the door open for a sequel...
Daniel leaned back on his elbows with a contented sigh. The day was
perfect. The sky competed with the water of the lake for the more brilliant
blue, the sun's rays caressed his bare arms and legs as he sat on the deck
and, most importantly, he had been invited to spend three days of downtime
with his best friend Jack. Here at Jack's cabin. Alone.
Daniel turned his head lazily, as he heard Jack leave the cabin where he'd
gone to change into more comfortable clothes after their long trip up from
Colorado. Daniel's breath caught in his throat at the sight he was
presented with. Instead of the baggy fisherman's pants and a silly hat he'd
expected, Jack was wearing frayed cutoffs and an unbuttoned, short-sleeved
shirt, revealing his lean, muscular chest and long, tanned legs.
Daniel could never understand where Jack got his tan from, considering he
spent most of his time 30 levels deep inside a mountain. Inwardly cursing,
Daniel had to admit that the sight could well be his undoing. How was he
supposed to conceal the attraction and desire he felt for Jack, when his
friend walked around like a model for healthy outdoor living?
For the 1000th time in the past two years Daniel asked himself why he'd had
to fall in love with his best friend. His straight best friend. But like
the 999 times before, there was no answer.
Jack came down the slope to the deck with two fishing rods in one hand and
a bucket in the other. Grinning from ear to ear he let everything drop next
"So, Danny, ready to catch the biggest fish in the water?"
'Oh, I know which fish I would like to catch,' Daniel thought. Loudly he
"Jack, there *are* no fish in this pond, we both know that."
"Aww, come on, Danny. Fishing's fun, believe me." Jack crouched down and
made puppy dog eyes at his friend.
"Please!" he wheedled.
Daniel relented; not necessarily because of the soulful, chocolate eyes
staring into his, but because he knew that Jack would soon launch into his
notorious Homer Simpson impression if Daniel didn't give in.
Once each man had settled down with a fishing rod in his hand, Jack closed
his eyes and willed himself to relax. Daniel's face had been inscrutable
when he'd seen Jack in his unusual clothing, and Jack was as unsure as ever
about the rightness of his decision.
Yes, Jack knew that he wasn't unattractive, he'd had enough lovers - of
both genders - to be assured about that. What he didn't know was what - if
at all - Daniel thought about him *that* way. These three days were
supposed to shed light on the question and on their way to the cabin Jack
had thought it a great idea. But now the prospect of Daniel feeling no more
than friendship towards him, and the risk of losing said friendship, loomed
menacingly over Jack and he was afraid.
A forlorn sigh escaped Jack's lips, as he sat there weighing the pros and
cons of the planned next step. The problem was, how could he go on to the
next step if he wasn't even sure how his first step had worked? Jack was so
caught up in his thoughts that he missed the concerned frown in Daniel's
eyes, as the archeologist watched his friend.
"Jack, what's wrong?"
"Nothing! Why would you think something's wrong?" Jack asked with only a
slight hint of panic in his voice. Had he already given too much away?
"Because you're sitting here staring out at the water and sighing."
"I'm not staring and sighing."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Ah!" Jack interrupted his friend, wagging his index finger in front of
Daniel's face. "I was relaxing!"
Further debate was prevented by the sound of a car coming up the drive
behind the cabin and the engine shutting off. Jack frowned, he certainly
hadn't planned on any visitors. He answered Daniel's questioning look with
a shrug of his shoulders.
"No idea, I haven't invited anyone else," he answered the unspoken
question. Nevertheless he got up and slowly walked up to the back porch.
Daniel watched him strolling up the slope, the sight of the tall, lean form
bringing back his earlier thoughts. He wished that, whoever it was
currently coming around the corner of the cabin, would go away again
*right* now. This was *his* chance to spend some time alone with Jack and
maybe - hopefully - turn their friendship into something more.
Then Daniel caught sight of the visitor and his heart constricted. It was a
man, one of the most handsome men Daniel had ever seen. Maybe a few years
younger than Jack, he was about as tall as Daniel with long legs clad in
tight-fitting black jeans and sneakers. A white t-shirt snug to his
muscular chest and set off the tan of his arms and hands. His face was
framed by a soft mane of black hair, a little shorter than Daniel used to
wear it during his first years at the SGC.
Jack's cry of joy interrupted Daniel's perusal of the handsome visitor and
he watched in stunned shock as the stranger almost threw himself into
Jack's arms, to end up being crushed in a tight embrace.
"Alex, oh my god, I can't believe it!"
Jack lifted the stranger, who was clearly no stranger to him, off the
ground, trying to swing him around. Alex's shout of "Jack, no, I'm.." was
cut off when his weight made Jack stumble backwards, toppling them both to
the ground in a tangle of limbs. They rolled down the short slope and
landed close to where Daniel was still staring in open-mouthed confusion.
"Jack, I can't believe you did that!" Alex gasped laughing, struggling to
Still lying on his back, Jack smiled up at him, a rare, open smile that lit
up his face.
"You've worked out, haven't you?"
Alex flexed his muscles and grinned proudly. He shot Jack a look from under
his eyelashes, a look Daniel couldn't quite identify.
"Yeah, well, for years I had to listen to you whining about me being too
skinny, and all those dastardly bastards just waiting to have a go at a
pretty boy like me," he said flippantly. But his eyes searched Jack's face,
hesitantly, waiting for...something.
Daniel remained a silent bystander during their exchange, watching the two
men closely, although there wasn't much to interpret in his opinion. The
happy smile on Jack's face, the open way he hugged Alex to him once more,
the indication in Alex's words that they'd known each other for a long
time. All this, combined with the fact that Jack had never even mentioned
Alex's name in the five years they'd been teammates - and friends! - all
but screamed at Daniel that here was the answer to why Jack wasn't
interested in him.
It wasn't because he was straight. It was because he already had a lover, a
gorgeous looking man with a brilliant smile that held open admiration for
Daniel's CO. Alex probably liked sports, beer and pizza, didn't care about
museums and artifacts, and obviously even followed orders. After all he'd
apparently gone out of his way to work on his body, become fit and strong,
only to please Jack.
Because that was the look in his eyes. He was waiting for Jack to give his
approval. And Jack did with a nod of his head, grasping Alex's shoulder
firmly with his right hand.
"God, I've missed you!"
"I missed you, too!"
Daniel felt his heart shatter into a million small pieces at the love he
saw reflected in both men's eyes.
He'd kept his feelings for Jack bottled up inside for years, adamantly
admonishing himself that there could never and would never be a future for
the two of them. But during the entire time he hadn't been able to douse
the tiny flicker of hope that persisted within him. This flame had kept him
comfort in those lonely nights spent lying next to Jack in their tent and
in those even lonelier nights in his own bed.
This hope was the reason he had agreed to accompany Jack on this trip.
Jack chose this moment to perform the until then neglected introductions.
With a huge grin he turned to Daniel and said:
"Daniel, this is Alex. Alex, this is my friend and teammate Daniel."
Alex clasped Daniel's automatically outstretched hand in his and shook it
firmly. Through the haze of his tangled emotions Daniel heard him talk,
something about 'pleasure meeting you' and 'has told me so much about you',
but he didn't really listen. Instead his eyes were glued to Jack's face and
the happy smile that seemed to have taken up permanent residence there.
He wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. Why couldn't Jack have
fallen in love with him? Why did he have to meet this Alex before he met
Daniel? Why, why, why.
With effort Daniel pulled himself together mentally, he knew that now was
not the time to give in to his disappointment and despair. So he plastered
a polite smile on his face and forced himself to turn his attention back
onto the other men.
"I'll get you something to drink, be right back," said Jack and after a
clap on Alex's back jogged up to the cabin.
Alex sat down on the deck and waited for Daniel to do the same. Once Daniel
had lowered himself to the ground as well, sitting stiffly and with the
polite smile still frozen in place, Alex leaned forward.
"So, Daniel, it's great to finally meet you! Jack has told me so much about
you, you're an archeologist, linguist and anthropologist, aren't you? And
you've been working with Jack for how long, five years, isn't it?
Daniel knew from the open, friendly way Alex looked at him that the other
man was only trying to start a conversation, but the realization of how
much Jack had apparently told Alex about him - talked about Daniel to a man
whose mere existence he'd never even mentioned to the archeologist - hurt
more than Daniel had thought possible.
He saw a frown flicker through Alex's eyes as he remained stiff and
unresponsive but then Alex obviously attributed his silence to his surprise
"I'm sorry for barging in on you guys like this but as you probably know
I've been out of the country for the most part for the last six years and
Jack and I rarely had the chance to see each other in that time."
"Well, actually...," Daniel said finally, his voice wooden with the force
of emotion he was trying to hide, "...actually I did not know that."
"In fact," Daniel went on relentlessly, "Jack has never even mentioned you
Alex looked shocked and a little hurt. Then his face cleared with
understanding and he burst out laughing.
"He's never even *mentioned* me? Hehe, I know he considers me the black
sheep in the family, being straight did kind of earn me that label, but I
never thought he'd completely deny my existence."
His expression turned serious.
"On the other hand I can understand it. I mean, don't ask, don't tell is
all very nice but I guess when it comes to homophobes in the military you
can never be too careful."
The rest of his speech was lost on Daniel. Only one word reverberated
through his mind:
*Family, family, family*
Daniel struggled to think beyond the pounding of blood in his head,
struggled to put the pieces together. Finally he blurted out:
Alex stopped his dissertation about the military's stance on homosexuality
to throw Daniel a confused look. He took in the other man's flushed face,
the wide eyes that looked at him with such a host of emotions flitting
through them, the anxious, tense set of his shoulders and the hands balled
into fists at his sides.
"Yes, of course. I'm Jack's youngest brother, surely you knew *that*?!"
Daniel wheezed with the sudden rush of air into his lungs. He hadn't been
aware of holding his breath.
"His brother?" he croaked.
Alex nodded wordlessly, the curious look in his eyes giving way to
"Oh my. Daniel, I'm sorry, I can only imagine how the last ten minutes must
have felt for you. I thought you knew that Jack has two brothers."
Daniel's reply was forestalled by the return of Jack and several bottles of
"This really is a coincidence but I've actually found.."
Jack broke off when he saw himself confronted with a very angry
"He's your brother!" Daniel accused, hands still balled into fists.
Jack gaped at him.
"Well, yes, of course. What did *you* think?"
Daniel blushed and swallowed down the retort on his tongue, when he
realized the predicament he'd landed himself into. Why should it rile him
so if Alex was Jack's brother or an old lover unless he himself were
interested in Jack? Daniel could see the exact same question forming in
Just then the second implication of Alex's words hit home. He was
considered the black sheep because he was straight?! Did this mean...was
Jack...could Daniel hope...was there a chance...?
All the while Jack watched Daniel carefully, still not sure what had
happened to bring on this outbreak. He saw the flushed face, saw Daniel's
hand shaking as he combed it through his hair, completely disheveling it in
the process. Patiently Jack waited for an answer.
Daniel finally managed to slow down the spinning of his head and took a
couple of deep breaths to calm himself. Once he felt his voice was steady
enough, he put on his most innocent face and remarked:
"You've never even mentioned him, that's all."
Jack regarded him critically, not buying Daniel's sudden casualness.
"Yes, I did. I told you about the time he crashed his motorbike and how
concerned I was."
Daniel gave an outraged gasp.
"You never said you were talking about your brother! You just told me this
story of some guy, I'm not even sure you told me his name!"
"Uhu," Jack said non-commitally. He took a step closer to his friend.
"Danny? Why does the news that Alex is my brother bother you so much?" he
asked in a soft voice.
Daniel turned beet red, his earlier coolness dissolving as Jack stepped
even closer. Neither man noticed the object of their discussion silently
slipping away, back up to the cabin.
Daniel swallowed again, frantically searching for the right words that
surely must be hidden somewhere in his brain. Yet he came up empty, his
eyes widening in surprise at the unprecedented event.
Jack's heart soared at the sight. With a sudden clarity he understood, he
*knew* what had Daniel so flustered. His doubts and uncertainty finally
gone, he took the final step towards the archeologist.
"Daniel," he whispered, as he framed Daniel's face in his hands, brushing a
strand of hair back behind his friend's ear in a tender caress. Daniel's
eyes became impossibly wider and a surprised "Jack!?" escaped his lips, his
breath ghosting across the other man's face.
Slowly Jack leaned in, giving Daniel a last chance to pull back, although
his heart - and other, less noble parts of his body - screamed at him to
grasp this chance and to under absolutely no circumstances let Daniel go.
But Daniel didn't pull back. His lids fluttered closed and he exhaled
another soft breath. Then their lips met for the first time in a hesitant
and tender kiss. Jack snug his arms around Daniel at the same time he felt
Daniel's arms lock around his waist. They drew together as their kiss
deepened, as lips parted to grant entrance and as tongues met to create a
glorious, heady rush of feelings all through their bodies.
In the distance the sound of a car driving away from the cabin could be
heard through the trees. But neither man heard.
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