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     �	  Catalyst 
 by Nicci  

 Disclaimer: Not mine. Is sad!

 Author's Notes: Not my fault. Blame Sazzle. She wanted Daniel in a suit
but it seems Ray preferred him OUT of the suit!

 

 

 A Stargate/Due South crossover

 Catalyst: Something that initiates or causes an important event to
happen.

 ***

 Daniel arrived at the Church with a few moments to spare, paid the taxi
driver and ran up the path. His midnight blue suit had mercifully emerged
from the suitcase uncreased, his black shoes were polished and shining and
his tie sat perfectly straight at his collar. He wore a heavy raincoat,
the collar of which he had turned up in deference to the light drizzle
that fell from slate grey skies. Perfect funeral weather, Daniel thought
miserably, slipping into the candlelit church and into a pew near the
back.

 The church was full of people. Pat O'Leary had come from a large family,
and had had many friends and colleagues here in Chicago. Daniel had only
known him for a few years while he worked at the Institute, but in that
time, he'd come to call the older man a friend and they had kept in touch,
even when their specializations had taken them in different directions. 

 Daniel took off his overcoat and leaned forward, resting his arms on the
back on the pew in front. A cold blast of air from behind made him shiver
and turn around. A tall, lean man slipped quietly into the church, shaking
droplets of rain from his own raincoat. He had short spiky blond hair and
wore heavy rimed glasses, which he took off and wiped with the sleeve of
his coat. They made eye contact and he nodded at Daniel politely, then
slipped into the pew in front just as the organist began playing.

 Daniel, and the others in the packed church got to their feet and began
to sing, but all through the mass, he couldn't stop staring at the back of
the stranger's head. There was something absolutely compelling about the
guy. It was almost like he was thrumming with contained energy. Like at
any moment he might just explode. Vital, that's how Daniel would describe
him if pressed to do so.

 ***

 Ray recognised several people at the cemetery, including Pat's widow and
three daughters plus their families. Time was that his father and Pat had
plotted to fix Ray up with the oldest of the girls. She was nice enough to
look at, but Ray had already been head over heels in love with his Gold
Coast Girl and had eyes for no-one else.

 He also recognised a couple of the science geeks from the Institute but
couldn't have put names to the faces if his life depended on it. He hadn't
been that interested in Pat's full time career as a professor, only in the
consultancy work he did with the Police department.

 The guy that had been sitting behind him in the church, he was sure he'd
never met. That was one face he would have definitely remembered. He was
seriously built, just Ray's type. He liked 'em big; bigger than he was at
any rate, and it helped that the guy wasn't exactly ugly.

 Ray surreptitiously watched him standing at the graveside all by himself.
He figured him for an intellectual, but way more attractive than most
science geeks he'd ever met.

 After the coffin was lowered, Ray turned away quickly, hoping to make
good his escape before anyone could invite him to the wake. He really
didn't feel like socializing these days.

 "Excuse me." A soft voice behind him made him turn back to find the
good-looking guy smiling shyly at him. "I was wondering if you're going to
the wake? I'm from out of town and I could use a lift."

 Ray licked his lips, looking him up and down. He knew he was being
obvious, but the guy met his frank regard unflinchingly. He found himself
wanting to get to know this man a little better. What harm could it do? He
grinned and held out his hand. "Ray... Kowalski," he introduced himself,
hesitating a little on his surname. Even nearly a year after the
undercover gig was up, it still felt weird to be back to his own name.

 "Daniel Jackson. Pleased to meet you." The handshake was firm and strong.
Ray held on a little longer than necessary, enjoying the pleasant tingle
shooting up his arm. Oh yeah, he was getting a definite ping from Mr
Jackson. Maybe something good would come out of the day after all.

 ***

 Daniel raised his glass and let it chink softly against Ray's. He could
hardly believe that they'd been propping up the bar for over three hours.
By a stroke of luck, the wake was being held in the same hotel that Daniel
was staying in.

 He would have made his excuses hours ago, had it not been for Ray
Kowalski. Ray was a very entertaining guy and Daniel was really enjoying
getting to know him. He was glad that Ray seemed willing to all the
talking about his life as a Chicago cop and his adventures with his
colourful Canadian partner because Daniel wasn't sure Ray would swallow
his usual cover story. The guy was sharp as a tack.

 Right now, Ray was telling of the most recent adventure, where they had
wrapped up a case involving Russian submarines and decided to go on a
quest to find the Hand of Franklin. Daniel was acquainted with the history
of Franklin and admired the two men greatly for deciding to go after a
dream like that. He watched Ray's face shining brightly as he told of
Constable Fraser leaping onto a horse and riding off after the bad guys,
of the hours he'd spent patiently teaching Ray everything he needed to
survive in the biting cold of the Northwest Territories, of the weird
Inuit tales he would tell as they sat around their campfire at night. 

 Daniel listened and smiled, hearing the obvious love Ray had for his
partner radiating out from every word. "So I take it you didn't find the
hand?" he smiled, swirling the contents of his glass around and watching
the ice melt.

 "Nah, we had to come back home. Neither of us could really spare the
time. I came back to Chicago, Frase stayed in Canada."

 "Oh?" That surprised Daniel. He'd been sure that the two men were more
than friends, by the way Ray spoke, and he felt a flush of embarrassment
colour his cheeks. Perhaps he'd jumped to the wrong conclusion here?

 "There was no reason for him to come back with me," Ray said flatly,
staring into the amber liquid of his own glass. "He was a big damned hero
up there after the case. They welcomed him home with open arms. He only
stayed here because he had no where else to go."

 Daniel drained his glass placed it carefully on the bar. Despite the fact
they'd been standing at the bar for hours, neither of them had actually
drank that much. He could hear the hurt in Ray's voice and knew he hadn't
been wrong. Ray had been in love with his partner, just like Daniel was in
love with Jack.

 At first he'd held back because Shaur'e was still out there, but it had
been six months since she'd died, and he still hadn't been able to bring
himself to tell Jack the truth. He was too scared of losing what he
already had; Jack's friendship. "Is he still up there?" he asked quietly,
placing a hand over Ray's on the bar. Grey eyes met his, confused at
first, then clearing. 

 Ray broke the intense look, shifting his gaze to the hand covering his.
"Up until a few months ago he was, yeah. Then he accepted a promotion and
a transfer back down here to the Consulate. We don't work together
anymore, but... you know, I see him socially sometimes. It's not the
same."

 "I know what you mean." Daniel got slowly to his feet, licking lips gone
suddenly dry with nerves. He was about to do something he never ever did,
partly because he was lonely and tired of waiting for Jack to notice he
was alive, and partly because he wanted to help ease some of this gentle
man's hurt. "Would you like to come up to my suite for a while? Things are
getting a little rowdy here."

 Ray would either take it as the proposition it was, or he would politely
turn it down, no bad feelings. Daniel felt the sad eyes rake him from head
to toe, could almost feel the waves of indecision. "I'd like that," Ray
said finally, placing his own glass on the bar and getting to his feet.

 Daniel smiled and led the way to the elevator.

 *** 

 Ray leaned back against the elevator wall, hands thrust deeply into the
pockets of his dark grey pants. This was nuts! This was insane! Why the
hell had he agreed to this? He never picked up strange guys in bars.
Never!

 Granted, Daniel was a looker, and he seemed to genuinely understand. He
seemed to know that this was what it was; the scratching of a mutual itch,
not hearts and flowers by a long shot. 

 Just two guys using each other. It sounded really dirty when he thought
about it in those terms. Before, down in the bar, it had seemed like the
most natural thing in the world. This guy was offering him no strings
attached sex. What was wrong with that? Why did it feel like some kind of
betrayal?

 Daniel was staring down at his shoes, and he looked like he might be
struggling with some of the same issues. Ray cleared his throat and pushed
away from the wall, coming to stand shoulder to shoulder with Daniel. "You
okay with this?" he asked. 

 Daniel sighed and turned his head a fraction so that he could meet Ray's
eyes. "Honestly? I'm scared out of my mind," Daniel laughed nervously,
shaking his head in confusion. "I've never actually picked up a stranger
in a bar before."

 "Me either," Ray grinned, suddenly feeling like a shy schoolboy. He felt
his face redden and he looked down at his own shoes. "I mean, I'm not a
virgin or anything like that. Don't get the wrong idea..."

 Daniel looked up sharply. "Oh, me either. I hope you didn't think..."
They both stopped talking when the lift doors opened on Daniel's floor.
Daniel pushed his thumb against the door button to keep them from sliding
closed and glanced over at Ray. "How about we just have a nightcap, then
see what happens. No pressure?"

 Ray felt himself relax a bit. This guy really did understand. He smiled
and nodded his assent.

 ***

 Daniel let them into his hotel suite, flicking on one of the bedside
lamps before kicking off his shoes. He was much more used to combat boots
than these shiny leather things that had been pinching his feet
unmercifully all day. He watched Ray go over to the minibar and examine
the contents before turning to face him. "Nice room," he said, glancing
nervously about.

 Daniel shrugged and dropped his overcoat onto a chair. "It's better than
a lot of places I've had to stay." He shrugged out of his jacket,
loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. Even
if nothing happened between him and Ray, he was determined to feel
comfortable. He was aware of Ray's eyes on him as he moved around the
room, dropping the swipe card on the nightstand, fetching glasses for
their drinks, then finally he walked over to Ray and placed the glasses on
the bar.

 "Rum, vodka or whiskey?" he asked.

 Ray's eyes lifted, scanning Daniel's face intently. His tongue poked out,
wetting down his lips and Daniel felt a twitch of interest. Ray began to
unbutton his suit jacket without taking his eyes off Daniel's. "Just so
you know - there'll be no kissing," he murmured, letting the jacket drop
to the floor behind him.

 Daniel gulped. Ray might have had his doubts but once he came to a
decision, he obviously went for it. Daniel was fine with the no kissing
rule. Somehow, kissing seemed too intimate. Not that what they were about
to do wouldn't be intimate, just kissing was... kissing was something he
was saving.

 "Fine," Daniel replied, taking a step closer, feeling the heat radiate
from Ray's body. "And just so you know - there'll be no penetration
either." Another thing he was saving, for all the good it would do him. He
knew it made no sense, but it was important to him.

 "I'm all over that," Ray agreed, tugging at his tie, but Daniel's fingers
came up and closed around the ends of the tie, using it to pull him closer
still. 

 Ray was a really sexy man, with long legs and a wiry strength. This was
probably what Jack had looked like when he was younger. Daniel knew that
was what had first drawn him to Ray. "I want you to know that this is a
one night stand only. I'm in love with someone else." Daniel said softly
and Ray got it. 

 He smiled and ducked his head to nuzzle gently at Daniel's neck. "I hear
ya. Maybe sometime you can tell me all about him?"

 But Daniel knew that he wouldn't. He couldn't bring himself to talk about
Jack. This wasn't going to be a lasting friendship, this wasn't going to
be two guys becoming best buddies and getting all their darkest secrets
off their chests. This was just about the sex. 

 Daniel let his head tip back to allow Ray better access. He couldn't
afford to think about Jack now. 

 He couldn't afford to think about anything.

 ***

 Ray closed his eyes. Daniel was well built, muscular, more so than Fraser
with his extra layer of subcutaneous fat, but similar enough that it would
be so easy to just imagine... to let himself believe that it was Fraser's
hands sliding his tie off over his head and unbuttoning his shirt. But
that wouldn't be fair, not to Daniel, or to Fraser, but mostly to himself.
Fraser was not a person he could have in his bed, and he was better off
not thinking about it. 

 Daniel had made short work of his shirt buttons and was tugging it
roughly down his arms. In his haste to get Ray naked, he'd forgotten about
the cuffs, and the shirt wouldn't come right off. Ray felt trapped and
vulnerable standing there with Daniel's hands roaming freely all over him.
He couldn't touch back, but oddly, it felt good. Almost like some of the
responsibility for this had been taken away.

 Daniel bent his head and mouthed Ray's nipple, gently sucking on the
hardening nub until Ray moaned and arched his back, his dick straining
inside his pants. He tried to remember the last time he'd felt the rush,
the flood of adrenalin making his heart pump faster, making his blood
thunder through his veins, but it had been too long. Maybe since before
the divorce. Could it really have been that long? 

 Daniel reached for Ray's zipper, sliding it down one tooth at a time. The
sound of it seemed freakishly loud to Ray's ears and he struggled to get
the shirt off his wrists so that he wouldn't have to stand here with his
hands behind his back. If the pants were coming off, he wanted to be able
to hold onto something. Daniel's head preferably. His hair looked really
soft and Ray wanted to thrust his fingers into it, close them into a fist
and hold him immobile.

 Daniel undid Ray's belt and placed his hands gently on Ray's hips, using
his thumbs to run tiny circles in the hollows of his hipbones. Ray threw
his head back and groaned deeply. That felt great. It felt beyond great.
His hips were already moving, tiny micro thrusts that merely set up a
small amount of friction between the seam of his trousers and his dick.

 Ray knew he wasn't going to last long, but judging by Daniel's shallow
breathing, neither was he, and that was just fine. Getting off as quickly
and as spectacularly as possible was the whole point wasn't it? 

 Finally getting his hands free of his shirt, Ray slid both hands into
Daniel's hair while Daniel roughly shoved down his pants and shorts. The
blast of cool air against his dick brought him back to reality for a
moment and he became aware that while he was all but naked, Daniel was
still fully clothed and rubbing himself desperately against Ray. He didn't
think that Daniel really wanted to come like that, so he shoved him back
against the wall and reached for his belt.

 "Hurry," Daniel moaned moving restlessly against Ray. 

 "Just tryin' to even things up a little," Ray grinned, finally getting
the belt undone and the zipper of Daniel's dark blue pants down. He shoved
the pants and boxers down as far as he could reach then ran his hands
gently up inside Daniel's shirt. "God, you've got the most amazingly
smooth skin," he observed, catching a nipple between finger and thumb and
squeezing.

 "Ray!" Daniel breathed, letting his head fall back against the wall. Ray
couldn't drag his eyes away from Daniel's lips. They'd agreed, no kissing,
but those full, glistening lips were so begging to be kissed that it was
hard to remember the rules.

 Ray shoved one leg between Daniel's thighs, gasping when the other man
immediately began rubbing off against it. It was so hot, and the noises
Daniel was making were driving Ray out of his mind with lust. He could
barely hold back. Grasping the edges of Daniel's shirt, he ripped it open,
ignoring the buttons flying off all over the room. Daniel still wore his
tie, but Ray managed to haul the shirt off his shoulders, leaving the tie
dangling down his smooth chest.

 "Fuck," Ray panted, biting and licking Daniel's bared throat. Daniel's
hands were on his ass, holding him open, pulling him closer as they ground
frantically together. "Wanna taste you! Let me taste you."

 Daniel's moan was deep and heartfelt. "Shit, yeah," he agreed, letting go
of Ray's ass so that he could slide to his knees.

 Daniel had the most beautiful dick Ray had ever seen. Long and thick and
cut so that the head, moist and pearled with pre-come, was right there in
front of him. His mouth watered, but he took a moment to breathe, to take
in the sight and the smell of it before closing his eyes and taking it
into his mouth. Damn but that felt so good. It had been way too many years
since Ray had had a blowjob, far less given one. 

 "Oh, yeah," Daniel whispered, carding his fingers hesitantly through
Ray's hair. It was obvious he wanted to hold on tight, but he wasn't sure
if Ray would be cool with that. Ray was very cool with it. To show how
cool he was, he cupped Daniel's ass and tugged him forward roughly,
letting go then repeating the action until Daniel got the message. With a
small grunt, his fingers tightened in Ray's hair almost painfully, holding
him in place and he began to thrust steadily into his mouth.

 Oh God, that felt incredible. Daniel was making all the right noises, and
it was getting real hard to keep the suction going as his hips stuttered
and bucked wildly, but Ray held on tight and was rewarded a moment later
when Daniel cried out his name and came explosively right down his throat.


 Ray swallowed as pulse after pulse of hot semen bathed his tongue until
finally Daniel convulsed, let go of his abused hair and slid to his knees
with a look of pure dazed satisfaction on his face. "Wow," he smiled
sloppily, eyes gone so dark there was barely any blue left.

 Ray wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and smiled back. "I'm gonna
take that as a compliment."

 Daniel was tugging half-heartedly at his tie. "Oh, you should," he
drawled, lifting the tie off over his head and looping it lightly over
both of Ray's wrists before tightening the knot. "Now if you'd be so kind
as to raise your hands over you head...?"

 Ray's eyes widened, but he did as he was bid, wondering what the hell
Daniel had in mind. A moment later, he found himself stretched out on the
floor with his hands tied to the leg of the bed. He had a brief moment of
panic when he realised that he'd just let a man he'd only just met, and
knew nothing about put him into a very vulnerable position, but when
Daniel shouldered in between his thighs and began licking his belly, his
fears evaporated. Besides, the knot wasn't very tight. He could easily get
out if he wanted to.

 Daniel was a very thorough person. Not one square inch of flesh went
unlicked. By the time he finally took Ray's cock into his mouth, Ray was
writhing around on the floor begging for it. He wasn't even aware of what
he was saying anymore, but he knew his mother wouldn't have approved of
his language.

 "Jesus, Daniel... for fuck sake... finish it!" he panted harshly,
straining against the restraints until he was sure his wrists must be raw.
He clung to the tie desperately, unwilling to free himself completely,
knowing that he needed to feel held down in order to be able to let go. 

 He could feel Daniel's finger brushing against his entrance and he might
have yelled out something, he wasn't sure, because Daniel swallowed him to
the root just as he slipped that finger inside and Ray's world exploded
into a myriad of fractured sensations. 

 "Jesus... Jesus...Jesusfuckingchrist YES!" 

 ***

 Daniel was untying his wrists when Ray finally came back to earth. He
held out a hand and helped him get shakily to his feet. They stood looking
at each other. "Thanks," Ray smiled, flushing with embarrassment, "I
really needed that." 

 Daniel went to the bathroom and returned wearing a white bathrobe. He
handed another one to Ray. "You want that drink now?" he asked.

 "Sure. Um, whiskey would be nice."

 While Daniel busied himself pouring their drinks, Ray shouldered into the
robe and sat awkwardly on the end of the bed. They'd just done stuff that
would normally have taken Ray months to work up to. He'd really surprised
himself. Daniel handed him a glass of whiskey then sat down next to him on
the bed. 

 "Ray, who's Ben?"

 "What?" Ray spluttered, choking on his drink. 

 "You yelled out his name. I was wondering who he was?"

 Ray raised his glass to his lips, looked sideways at Daniel and took a
deep swallow. "Ben is Fraser's first name."

 "Ah," Daniel nodded. "You love him?"

 "Insanely. But it ain't gonna happen. Fraser is straight."

 Daniel slipped his free hand around Ray's waist, up his back and into his
hair. "Same with Jack."

 Ray laid his head on Daniel's shoulder and they sat for a moment in
companionable silence. "Life sucks, huh?"

 Daniel sighed deeply. "Oh yeah. You think you'll ever tell Ben how you
feel about him?"

 "Doubt it. As far as Fraser is concerned, I'm his partner, his buddy.
Nothing more. I value his friendship and don't want to lose it."

 Daniel drained his glass then got to his feet. "Yeah, I hear ya. It's a
huge risk. Mind if I use the shower first?" 

 Ray shrugged. He knew he should be getting back home. It was late and he
should call a taxi. No way was he fit to drive. But his mind kept going
back to what Daniel had just said. That coming clean and admitting your
feelings was a risk. He'd been hurt before, and was afraid to be hurt
again so taking risks with his heart was not something he'd even thought
seriously about. Until now.

 Once he heard the shower go on, he got dressed and reached from the phone
by the bed just as the damned thing began ringing. He nearly jumped out of
his skin, and reflexively he answered it. 

 "Hello?"

 "Daniel?"

 "Um, no he's in the shower... it's um, Ray here. You want me to go get
him?"

 "No," the strong, masculine voice on the other end answered cautiously.
"Just tell him... tell him that Jack called. I'm... sorry I interrupted."

 Before Ray had a chance to assure Jack that he wasn't interrupting
anything, he'd hung up and Daniel had appeared in the doorway with a towel
draped low around his hips. "Who was that?" he asked.

 Ray chewed on his lip. "Um, Daniel, you and Jack might need to have a
talk when you get home. He sounded like he'd jumped to all the right
conclusions. I'm sorry."

 Daniel sighed and flopped down onto the bed beside Ray. "Don't be. It's
about time he knew. He'll get over it soon enough." Daniel shrugged,
"Might even make him sit up and take notice. You never know."

 Ray bent forward and planted a small kiss on Daniel's forehead. "I better
go. Thanks for tonight. I hope things work out okay for you with Jack."

 "Thank you, Ray. I hope things work out for you and Ben." 

 Ray let himself out and headed for the elevator, feeling more relaxed and
happy than he had in a long time. They hadn't exchanged phone numbers or
email addresses. They would probably never see each other again, but for a
few short hours they had been exactly what the other had needed. 

 Daniel had shown Ray what he was missing out on, and how much of a coward
he was being by not telling Fraser the truth. He had no idea how the
Mountie would take it, but first thing tomorrow morning, he was damned
well going to find out.

 ***

 Epilogue

 Ray stepped out of the hotel lobby and looked over at his car, parked by
the kerb. He realised that he'd forgotten to call a cab from Daniel's
hotel room, but there was no way he was going to drive himself home after
all the whiskey he'd consumed. With a deep sigh, he pulled his collar up
higher and stepped out of the hotel awning with his head down only to find
his way blocked by a pair of brown leather boots. 

 Stopping dead in his tracks, he looked up into Fraser's shadowed face.
"Hey, buddy. What are you doing here?" 

 Fraser took his hat off and began turning it around and around. "I was
taking Dief for a stroll, saw your car and..."

 Ray glanced up and down the street but couldn't see the wolf anywhere. "I
was at a wake," he explained, wondering why the hell Fraser looked so
nervous. The Consulate was only a block or so away, and if he'd been a
little more awake, he could have called Fraser anyway and asked him to
come drive the car. But of course, he didn't have that many brain cells
still functioning. "I was just about to look for a cab."

 Fraser nodded, clearing his throat, and then licking his lips, but
whatever he wanted to say, it wasn't coming out.

 "Frase, where's the wolf?"

 "I um, I took him back to the Consulate."

 Ray fished his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Fraser. "You
did? So why...?"

 "I've been waiting for you to come out. I didn't want to... interrupt
your... liaison, so I waited here."

 Ray stopped dead in his tracks. "My... what?"

 "I've been here for over an hour, Ray. The first time I entered the
hotel, you were just getting into the elevator with a very nice looking
young man in glasses. By the way his hand rested on the small of your
back, I assumed you were intimate, or about to become so. Was I wrong?"

 Ray gulped. Try as he might, he couldn't read Fraser's expression at all.
Was he freaked? Was he disgusted? Was he perhaps hurt? "You weren't
wrong," he whispered, placing both hands on the roof of his car and
leaning his forehead on them. "His name's Daniel. He was a friend of
Pat's."

 Fraser unlocked the car and slipped silently into the driver's seat. Ray
took a moment to clear his features and climbed into the car. Fraser was
staring straight ahead, his face expressionless. "Ray, why didn't you tell
me?"

 "That I like men? Oh sure, I was gonna tell you that. Mister
straight-laced, Dudley-do-right, never-waver-from-the-right-path Mountie.
I was gonna tell you that. And have you freak out on me?"

 Fraser turned very slowly in his seat and fixed glittering eyes on Ray.
"I'm not freaking."

 Ray blinked. No, he wasn't freaking. He looked a little sad, and perhaps
a little angry, but he wasn't freaking.

 "Ray, didn't you ever wonder why I never dated in all the time we worked
together? "

 "Figured you were just shy... or terminally stupid. So what you sayin'
here? You like guys too?"

 Fraser's face lit up in a wide smile. "No Ray, I just like you!"

 Ray shook his head in wonder. Looking up at the hotel, he identified
where he thought Daniel's hotel room might be and offered up a mock
salute. Then he turned back to Fraser.

 "Drive me home, Frase. I think it's time you and I had a little talk."

 "Understood."

 ***

 Daniel looked down from the window at the black GTO pulling away from the
kerb and smiled. If he wasn't very much mistaken, the Mountie was about to
get his man. Turning from the window, he walked over to the nightstand,
picked up the phone and dialled. A moment later Jack answered. 

 "Hey, Jack, you called?"

 There was a moment's hesitation and then Jack cleared his throat.
"Daniel, I'll be at the airport to pick you up tomorrow morning. We need
to talk."

 "Look, Jack..."

 "The time for games is over Daniel. From now on, the only guy answering
your bedside phone after midnight will be me. Clear enough?" 

 Daniel couldn't help the smile that split his face. "Are you getting
territorial on me, Jack?"

 "You bet your ass I am. See you tomorrow."

 The line went dead and Daniel lay back on the bed still cradling the
receiver. "Good job I saved it for you then," he grinned.

 The end

  
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