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[elly427]

Title: Ignorance
Author: elly427
Summary: Daniel Jackson works very hard to ignore Sam Carter and Jack O'Neill.
Classifications: S/J, some hint of S/J/D but nothing too serious. R-ish? Sex, some voyeurism. Spoilers for Upgrades.
Disclaimer: Not mine. So not mine.
A/N: This started out as something fluffy for a sick lyssie and turned into this. *sigh*  A little ‘Upgrades’ insert. Unbeta'ed.

Daniel Jackson works very hard to ignore Sam Carter and Jack O'Neill. And sometimes ignoring them is very hard work, especially at times like these with this armband thingy making everything just that much more clear, making every sense hyperaware, making it so difficult not to pick up on every little thing.

But Daniel knows he needs to ignore what he’s seeing, so he averts his eyes and tries not to stare so Sam and Jack won’t realise he’s noticing the myriad looks and touches and intangible things that keep zipping through the air between the two of them.

Daniel knows it made sense to all change in the locker room at the same time, and he know the three of them were moving fast, but they weren't moving that fast and he knows that if he caught a flash of black lace out of the corner of his eye, then Jack sure as hell saw something, staring the way he was.

He ignores the way he's been elected as a safe zone without his consent, ignores how he always seems to end up between them, a physical barrier in the elevator, on the run here, at the table. Ignores the hand Jack offers to help Sam over the thirty foot fence, ignores the way Sam smiles, a little wild and certainly feral as she eyes Jack and then scales the fence with ease. Tries to ignore Jack's low whistle at her actions but can’t stop his eyebrows from rising at the feat.

Daniel ignores Jack's hand at the small of Sam's back as she leads them through the bar to an empty table.  Ignores the way they stare at each other just a little too long, ignores the way that after one of them makes a remark that's just a little too far past flirting and too far into intent that both sets of eyes fly to his and plead with him to cover the moment so they can deny just a little longer.

That’s easier to ignore than the way Sam carefully takes her soda straw between her teeth using her tongue, ignores the way Jack rolls his shot glass between his fingers and looks Sam up and down while she cuts into one of her steaks.

And Daniel can ignore the way Sam's talking about regulations, because he thinks maybe it might just be a dare, just to see how Jack will react.

It’s a little more difficult to ignore the little smile Jack has on his face when Sam agrees to play pool with some guy. Daniel is surprised, expects Jack to be annoyed, possessive even, but Jack just smirks and watches and Daniel knows Jack knows he caught the other man eyeing Sam as she bends over to take a shot. The ball falls into the pocket, as does the next one and the one after that, and Daniel doesn't have to ignore all of the reasons for Jack's expression as they watch Sam clear the table.

And he's not letting himself wonder why Sam elects to come stand by him when she's done her game, because it's already been made pretty clear that he's playing safety tonight and that bothers him just enough to make him snippy. And so he really can't be blamed for the snide comment that slips out of his mouth. He's pretty sure if he had a minute and no armband feeding what feels like straight testosterone into his blood he could pull Sam's pool partner to the side and explain the problem with being a third wheel on a night when every nerve feels like it's singing.

But the armband and the tension that's been in the air all nigh make talking the last thing he wants to do, so it's easy to first dismiss Jack’s warning and then follow the other man’s lead and fight for once in his life.

And as they survey the damage in front of them, it's hard to miss the way Sam's eyes clear for just a second as she says "We should get out of here." Her eyes dart from him to Jack to the pile of bodies and back to Jack and the look is wary, as if she's suddenly coming to realise how far the armbands are lowing their inhibitions. He watches Jack watch the way her chest is heaving as she breathes heavily and silently agrees. These two need to be back under the mountain and everything that entails right now.

They casually walk out of O'Malley's and to the far edge of the parking lot before taking off. Daniel likes the feel of the wind in his hair and his friends at his side, racing the cars that are confined to the roads they run beside.

They reach the fence that Sam says is thirty feet high. Right now Daniel feels like it's nothing more than a hurdle, and is up and over before he can think about it. He's a hundred feet away when he realises Sam and Jack aren't beside him. He retraces his steps and can see the two of them straddling the top of the fence.

"Jack?" He squints and thinks his glasses might have come in handy, but it was so nice to do without for once.

"We're okay. Carter's sweater got stuck. You go ahead and check things out." And Daniel can see now, can tell Jack's struggling with the back of Sam's sweater and Daniel's so pleased to be asked to scout ahead. Off world he's always stuck in the middle, while one of the others checks their path.

There are no more sentries than usual, and that's good, suggests no one's noticed them missing. He waits for a minute, and then another, and if it's taking them this long then there must be something wrong with Sam and Jack so he doubles back.

And while he's not exactly quiet, he's moving fast enough that his feet aren't exactly snapping twigs and disturbing leaves like they usually do when he moves through the woods. But regardless, with their enhanced senses, Sam and Jack should be able to hear him from a mile away.

Except, as he discovers, they’re a little pre-occupied. Daniel watches as Sam, sweater apparently unhooked from the top of the fence since she and Jack are now firmly on the ground, pulls Jack's mouth a little closer and moves her calf up her leg, watches as Jack takes hold of that leg and her opposite thigh and grasps and pulls and her legs slide open and move up up up and wrap around his waist as he pushes his hips into hers.

"Oh, God," Sam's voice is low and deep and makes something in Daniel's stomach go tight.

Jack's face is buried in her neck and Daniel crouches down into the bushes and watches as one hand leaves her waist and moves down and in and Sam's entire body goes tense and she whispers "Oh God Sir" and Daniel knows he shouldn't be watching this, shouldn't be surprised by this after the entire night spent playing chaperone but he’s still a little shocked and, frankly, turned on and couldn't move if a mothership appeared in the sliver of dark sky that’s just visible beyond the two people in front of him.

Jack's hips move and sway and circle and grind into Sam, pushing her harder against the chain link, and Daniel would swear he could hear Jack mutter "Carter, god, just like that" against the skin of Sam's neck but Daniel doubts the armbands are that good, thinks maybe he's filling in his own dialogue because he's way too in to what's happening in front of him.

Sam's hands curl in Jack's hair and she pulls his head from her neck and kisses him, and even from here Daniel can see the hunger in the kiss, watches as they devour each other and as Sam moves between Jack and the fence and Jack's hand and then Sam tears her lips away and takes a deep breath and manages to whisper sharply "Sir-" and then her entire body goes ridged and she arches away and against Jack and Daniel can hear her breath gasping, catching in the back of her throat from so far away.

And Jack freezes and Daniel can just see his profile, can see as he watches her. Sam relaxes against him, pull her legs from around Jack’s waist and Daniel can see her shiver as Jack withdraws his hand from her pants.

They stand there, looking at each other, and finally Jack drops his head and says “We should . . .” and gestures over his shoulder towards where Daniel is crouched and watching and Daniel freezes and gets ready to run if he has to except he‘s not sure how quickly or quietly he‘ll be able to move, still stunned and aroused and not exactly thinking.

And Sam, Sam smiles that smile Daniel’s only really ever seen this evening and pushes away from the fence just a little, pushes her body into full contact with Jack’s and Daniel can tell, even from this angle, that Jack’s eyes have shot up to meet Sam’s and Daniel can just see Sam’s fogged breath in the air, can see the way her breathing speeds up, just a little.

“Carter-” Jack’s voice is low and choked and Daniel swallows loudly and then freezes, hoping they can’t hear him the way he seems able to hear them. But they’re not paying any attention to the horny archaeologist crouched in the bushes because Jack’s shoulders have just gone tense, then relaxed and then tensed again, and Sam’s got this look on her face and the hand that had been on Jack’s arm was now - oh.

Well. Of course. It only makes sense and it’s only fair and Jack lets out a quiet moan that all but confirms what Sam’s hand is up to. Jack buries his head in Sam’s neck and leans heavily into her and the chain link gives just enough that Sam is supported and he watches as she closes her eyes and arches her back just a little and Daniel can see the faint glow from the base’s security lights glint off her armband as that arm wraps around Jack‘s waist and pulls him closer.

It isn't very long before he hears Jack's breath catch and hears "Cartergodyesss" and sees Jack’s spine straighten and his shoulders tense and freeze as he lets out a little gasp and Daniel is not thinking about what he just saw and his own erection because this whole situation is weird enough and as he turns away Jack leans heavily against Sam and catches her mouth with his.

What he needs to do, Daniel decides, is get the hell away from here before the two of them come to their senses and realise what they just did and go back to being their usual paranoid selves and see him, crouched in the bushes, clearly having just seen everything, and that, that will hurt the deniability thing Daniel knows they‘ll both start as soon as the effects of whatever it is that‘s rushing around their bodies is finally gone.

It takes a second to stand and he has to adjust himself. Don’tthinkaboutitdon’tthingaboutitdon’tthinkaboutit and he sets off through the trees towards the entrance to the base.

And not two minutes later Sam and Jack find him crouched behind a tree, watching the sentries change shifts as if he‘s been here since he left them.

"Good to go?" Jack whispers, and Daniel tries not to notice how he can smell Sam on the other man's skin.

"Give it a minute." And Daniel knows they could blow by the guards, slightly relaxed and a little less careful because of the shift change but the little evil part in him, that part that didn't get a hand job up against a chain link fence this evening, wants to make the other two wait, so close and so hot and not able to touch.

Jack gets impatient quickly, something Daniel attributes to sticky underwear and finally almost getting what Jack can't quite have. No words but a hand signal that even Daniel understands and the three of them rush by the Cheyenne guards.

They're back in SG-1 's locker room with an ease that should worry them all. Daniel takes a deep breath and reaches for his cargo pants when Jack clears his throat.

"I'm going to take a shower-" and Jack gestures, uses a thumb to point over his shoulder and in the general direction of the showers.

Jack grabs a towel and heads off and Daniel continues to change even as he waits for-

"I'm going to grab a shower too." And Sam nods and doesn’t quite meet his eyes and doesn’t even bother with a towel and is out of SG-1's locker room before Daniel can say anything.

Daniel shakes his head and finishes tying his shoe lace. Deep breaths, in and out and he can feel himself calming a little, wonders if maybe the effects of the armbands are starting to wear off as the tension, as that little buzz of arousal that’s been present all night starts to fade.

He's dressed and ready to go but thinks he should wait for Sam and Jack to return to their quarantine room. After all, it would be better for them all to be missing than for an SF to find two members of the team missing.

Daniel sinks down on to a bench, suddenly tired. He rubs his eyes and for a minute misses his glasses. Daniel Jackson works very hard to ignore Sam Carter and Jack O'Neill, and he figures now he's going to have to work just that much harder.



Hopefully also useful in getting liminalliz to forgive me for making her write Jack/Daniel.

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Hehe, I like Pervy!Daniel! I like him a lot! :D