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FarEscape the Past: In hope of a brighter future.
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Category:
Stargate: SG-1 › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,537
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Stargate: SG1, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
After Thoughts....
CHAPTER TITLE: AFTER THOUGHTS.
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I pull my glasses from my face.
Rubbing at my tired eyes, I place them back on and glare at my watch.
Damn! Did not realize just how late it was.
Though... obviously my stomach has since it's been growling for quite some
time now. I just chose to ignore the hunger pains.
Better take care of that now.
Opening the desk draw I look for a chocolate bar to qualm my stomach.
Fuck! Ate my last one yesterday. Figures.. My mind has been elsewhere so, of course I forgot to replenish my stash.
Great. Just. Great.
'Am I really THAT hungry?' I ask myself. I mean, it's only been about 12 hours
since I last ate?! Though, is coffee considered in the food group?
My stomach answers back with a sharp pain.
Guess not.
But, I ask myself...'Do I really want to leave this office?'
'No!'
God, look at me I'm like a child here. Jesus, Daniel... Even Jack act more mature then this. I'm here in my locked office, hiding out because ... I'm too much of a coward.
I'm here trying to keep my distance from my team leader.. Cameron.
And that will work REAL well since I go on missions with him at least once a week.
Duh’ Daniel. I guess my intelligence has downgraded to act with the company I keep.
Thanks alot, Jack!
'Cam' as he told me to call him, has tried on several occasions to talk to me. I just stumble a lie out of my mout and jet off in the opposite direction.
Making excuses to why I can’t speak to him at the moment.
That damn epiphany!
And the continual ones I’ve had in my shower and In my bed since then.
I constantly am Waking up with my hand down my pants and a palm full of my essence. The dreams are so vivid. I don’t know what to do.
It took years.. YEARS... Before Jack and I got together.. Even thought about sex. But, after knowing Cameron for what? A few months, I want him to pound me into next year. Make me beg for more. Fuck me so I am unable to sit for weeks.
I thank god I own my own home, because my apartment walls were very thin. I would hate to have to explain to the cops that my screams were just dreams. .
I’m very vocal.
I am a screamer. .
Jack always liked that about me.
Said I was very good with my mouth.
I smirk at that memory.
The first time I went down on him.. I.. ...
Suddenly a knock on my office door pulls me from his memories..
Damn it! I was enjoying them.. Maybe if I ignore them then they’d l go away.
More knocking... And a.. “I know your in there, Daniel. You might as well open up.”
I locked that door for a reason. You would think that someone would get it. Huh!
I swear, if I didn't know for a fact that Jack was gone, you'd have to believe that was him pounding down my door.
Might as well get it before I owe the SGC new glass.
Rising from my chair, I walk over and unlock the door.
“Hi, Cameron.” I say to him.
"What took you so long to answer the door, Daniel?" Cameron asks. Concern evident in his voice and on his face.
I fumble for a answer. For some reason the linguist is tongue tied.
Finally, after a few awkward moments I find my voice.
"I have been head high in translations. Sorry about that."
The look of concern doesn't leave his eyes, but he does smile. He can see I’m not lying. There are folders piled up on my desk. He doesn’t have to know that they are completed.
"Sorry about that, I just thought we could get together and work on a game plan. Since the Teal’c is away with... Bra.. Tech?"
I can't help but chuckle at the way he mispronounces the name. "Bra'Tac," I correct him.
He just laughs and pulls up the folder I never noticed in his hands out. He Lays in out on my already over cluttered desk.
"Okay," he dwindles looking down again at the mess that hides my desk. "Maybe this wasn't the greatest of ideas. I should have you come to my office so we can check this over."
I shake my head, I really should get some food in my stomach before it retaliates against me at the worst time. I get up to follow his lead, when he stops short.
"That is, after we get some food in the mess. That is IF you can call that food." Leaving the folder still on my desk.
I smile, returning his and follow Locking the door behind us.
A/N: this was just a little tid bit. Hold over. The action starts next chapter. Daniel has a surprise vistor.
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I pull my glasses from my face.
Rubbing at my tired eyes, I place them back on and glare at my watch.
Damn! Did not realize just how late it was.
Though... obviously my stomach has since it's been growling for quite some
time now. I just chose to ignore the hunger pains.
Better take care of that now.
Opening the desk draw I look for a chocolate bar to qualm my stomach.
Fuck! Ate my last one yesterday. Figures.. My mind has been elsewhere so, of course I forgot to replenish my stash.
Great. Just. Great.
'Am I really THAT hungry?' I ask myself. I mean, it's only been about 12 hours
since I last ate?! Though, is coffee considered in the food group?
My stomach answers back with a sharp pain.
Guess not.
But, I ask myself...'Do I really want to leave this office?'
'No!'
God, look at me I'm like a child here. Jesus, Daniel... Even Jack act more mature then this. I'm here in my locked office, hiding out because ... I'm too much of a coward.
I'm here trying to keep my distance from my team leader.. Cameron.
And that will work REAL well since I go on missions with him at least once a week.
Duh’ Daniel. I guess my intelligence has downgraded to act with the company I keep.
Thanks alot, Jack!
'Cam' as he told me to call him, has tried on several occasions to talk to me. I just stumble a lie out of my mout and jet off in the opposite direction.
Making excuses to why I can’t speak to him at the moment.
That damn epiphany!
And the continual ones I’ve had in my shower and In my bed since then.
I constantly am Waking up with my hand down my pants and a palm full of my essence. The dreams are so vivid. I don’t know what to do.
It took years.. YEARS... Before Jack and I got together.. Even thought about sex. But, after knowing Cameron for what? A few months, I want him to pound me into next year. Make me beg for more. Fuck me so I am unable to sit for weeks.
I thank god I own my own home, because my apartment walls were very thin. I would hate to have to explain to the cops that my screams were just dreams. .
I’m very vocal.
I am a screamer. .
Jack always liked that about me.
Said I was very good with my mouth.
I smirk at that memory.
The first time I went down on him.. I.. ...
Suddenly a knock on my office door pulls me from his memories..
Damn it! I was enjoying them.. Maybe if I ignore them then they’d l go away.
More knocking... And a.. “I know your in there, Daniel. You might as well open up.”
I locked that door for a reason. You would think that someone would get it. Huh!
I swear, if I didn't know for a fact that Jack was gone, you'd have to believe that was him pounding down my door.
Might as well get it before I owe the SGC new glass.
Rising from my chair, I walk over and unlock the door.
“Hi, Cameron.” I say to him.
"What took you so long to answer the door, Daniel?" Cameron asks. Concern evident in his voice and on his face.
I fumble for a answer. For some reason the linguist is tongue tied.
Finally, after a few awkward moments I find my voice.
"I have been head high in translations. Sorry about that."
The look of concern doesn't leave his eyes, but he does smile. He can see I’m not lying. There are folders piled up on my desk. He doesn’t have to know that they are completed.
"Sorry about that, I just thought we could get together and work on a game plan. Since the Teal’c is away with... Bra.. Tech?"
I can't help but chuckle at the way he mispronounces the name. "Bra'Tac," I correct him.
He just laughs and pulls up the folder I never noticed in his hands out. He Lays in out on my already over cluttered desk.
"Okay," he dwindles looking down again at the mess that hides my desk. "Maybe this wasn't the greatest of ideas. I should have you come to my office so we can check this over."
I shake my head, I really should get some food in my stomach before it retaliates against me at the worst time. I get up to follow his lead, when he stops short.
"That is, after we get some food in the mess. That is IF you can call that food." Leaving the folder still on my desk.
I smile, returning his and follow Locking the door behind us.
A/N: this was just a little tid bit. Hold over. The action starts next chapter. Daniel has a surprise vistor.