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Jack's Immortal 5

Deja Vu

by Admiral Q O 

 

Jack woke bleary-eyed as his alarm clock rang and lazily reached out to silence the offending device. It used to be that Sunday was the 'no matter what, I'm sleeping in' morning at the O'Neill household; assuming, of course, that Jack was actually at home and not off world being shot at, taken prisoner, or enduring Daniel's snoring as they shared a tent. That custom, though, had ended shortly after Methos had moved to Denver.

By the third weekend, Sundays had become Methos' 'long day spent at the lab' when he could get the most work done without interruption from his colleagues. Consequently, Jack now rose early so they could have their online chat before Methos went bounding off to the university. The alternative was to not speak with his lover at all for the day; and for Jack that wasn't a viable option, not when they were both on the same planet. He loved Methos, and wasn't about to waste any precious opportunity to be with him in one way or another - not with the potential danger Jack faced each time he went on a mission.

He stretched a bit while throwing back the covers then padded off to the bathroom, getting into his early morning routine. Once done there, he made a quick stop by the PC to get it turned on and warming up then he made for his waiting pot of coffee, a sizeable yawn escaping his lips as he reached it. Jack should have known better than to have had Daniel and Teal'c over the night before, but the big guy had wanted to spend the evening off base, and Daniel had been very persuasive.

Actually, they nearly hadn't; Jack had been hesitant about the idea at first. That was until Daniel had offered to do the driving, pay for the pizza, and had thrown in a six-pack of beer. Apparently, Teal'c had impressed upon Daniel a grave need to get away from a certain Marine before his Jaffa anger was pushed beyond its limit of restraint. When Jack heard that, he'd acquiesced without question. Given his position as 2IC of the S.G.C., Jack was sure that he didn't want to know the details - not unless and until the Marine in question ended up in the infirmary.

A long drink of coffee, another yawn, and a quick top off later, Jack shuffled off with his mug in one hand and a banana in the other, back to the PC. He went about his routine for logging in then peeled his banana as he waited for Methos to join him in their usual chat room. By the time his first bite was in his mouth, his lover's greeting was popping up on the screen.

Oz: Good morning, Handsome.

Scarecrow: Good morning, Gorg

Oz: Gorg?

Scarecrow: Gorgeous...almost dropped my banana

Oz: LOL ...Nice to know I have that effect on you...even online.

Hell yeah, Methos had an effect on him, especially after Jack had spent half the night dreaming of making mad, passionate love to him...in a vat of Jell-o for some odd reason, but hot as hell, nonetheless.

Scarecrow: Yeah, well...

Oz: How's your arm?

The last time Methos had seen Jack his right arm had been in a sling. As usual, he had no idea what the cause had been. All Jack would tell him was that it had happened on base and that it was nothing serious.

Scarecrow: It's good...sling's off.

Oz: Good news.

Scarecrow: Yeah...so...you're sure you don't wanna skip the lab today?

Methos could practically see the sly grin on Jack's face. Why couldn't Jack accept that there was one day out of the week that Methos dedicated to his research?

Oz: Jack

Scarecrow: We could pack a picnic lunch

Oz: don't

Scarecrow: Just the two of us...come on.

Oz: I can't.

Scarecrow: We could eat it in bed...I'll wear the leather boxers.

Methos should have never told Jack about his penchant for leather. It wasn't a fetish, exactly, but damn...the feel of Jack's hot cock cradled in leather, pressing against Methos' skin...

Oz: You're trying to cheat again.

Scarecrow: LOL...always...so how am I doing?

The truth be told, Jack was doing extremely well, but one of them had to be the responsible adult, and since Methos was the elder of the two...

Oz: I really need to get some things done today. You'll see me tomorrow.

Scarecrow: Not until evening.

Oz: Why? I thought both you and Daniel were conducting my official orientation.

Scarecrow: Change of plans...Carter called yesterday afternoon...we've been assigned to The Academy for a few days.

Oz: For what?

Scarecrow: I get to play Colonel Hard Ass...work with the cadets under consideration for assignment to the Mountain.

Methos could just see it. His Jack, snuggly like a teddy bear in bed, out among some young recruits, barking out his orders, making them piss in their pants. He'd toughen them up or he'd frighten them into resigning before their young careers had even begun. It wasn't the most pleasant of jobs, but someone had to do it, and Methos strongly suspected that Jack was very good at it.

Oz: Well...you do have a hard ass...LOL

Scarecrow: Yeah...so you gonna come play with it this afternoon?

Oz: No.

Scarecrow: <pout>

Oz: Jack

Scarecrow: <lower lip out and curled>

Oz: Damn you.

Scarecrow: Does that mean you'll come down early?

Oz: No.

Scarecrow: Fine.

Oz: Don't be piss-y.

Scarecrow: I'm not.

Oz: Yes, you are. I can see your face now...nostrils flaring, lip jutting out.

Scarecrow: LOL...at least I'm not begging

Oz: Yet.

Scarecrow: Would it change your mind if I did?

Oz: No.

Scarecrow: Then I'll save it for later.

Oz: LOL...Okay. We'll still be able to chat in the morning?

Scarecrow: Wouldn't miss it.

Oz: Splendid

Scarecrow: So, you nervous about tomorrow?

Oz: Are you?

Evade the question you don't want to answer with another one. It was an old tactic, but a tried and true one. Of course, Jack was all too familiar with it, and knew how to effectively counter it.

Scarecrow: Nah...I can make a cadet's life a living hell with my eyes shut. What about you?

Jack took a deep swallow and stared at the screen, waiting for Methos to answer his question. Mind you, Jack already knew the answer for he knew his lover, but he wanted him to admit it. Methos wouldn't be able to prepare himself properly for what lie ahead until he accepted the fact that he needed to do so.

Meanwhile, Methos typed one message then another then another, each a stupid wisecrack that he deleted immediately upon completion. Jack wasn't going to let him off the hook, so he might as well answer him and be done with it.

Oz: I am a little.

Scarecrow: I'll swing by the base when I'm done for the day and rescue you. We don't want Daniel working you late into the night on your very first day.

Methos smiled and let out a tiny chuckle. Jack had gone into 'defensive humor mode'. He was nervous, too.

Oz: I love you, too.

Scarecrow: I know. So, what kind of experiment do you have lined up for the day?

Oz: Do you really want to know?

Scarecrow: Yeah...I want to get a handle on my competition...LOL

Methos laughed outright and began to describe his plans for the day. Going back and forth, he was impressed with how well Jack kept up with him, or at least he seemed to. Methos was in the process of cataloging energy waves - brain waves, specifically, in an attempt to find a commonality among mortals versus immortals. Getting willing subjects at the university had been child's play; he'd simply posted an ad offering a flat fee to anyone willing to submit to regular, periodic examinations. The tricky part was on the immortal side of things. He was having a hell of a time convincing Duncan to come out to Denver for some study, thus far with no success.

Oz: Look at the time...I should go shower...until tomorrow, my love.

Scarecrow: Until tomorrow.

Jack waited until Methos was logged off then let out a deep breath and went to get some more coffee. Maybe once Methos saw the medical and research facilities of the S.G.C., he would forgo the whole idea of getting a PhD in Biophysics and opt to use the base for his research. On the upside, that would be a good thing because it would open the door for Jack to persuade Methos to move to Colorado Springs, bringing them closer together. On the downside, though, it could be more than a little problematic. Just how would Methos explain the reason for his experiments? He couldn't very well tell anyone the truth.

"It'll all work out," Jack told himself and took a healthy drink of coffee, holding it in his mouth, savoring the taste before he swallowed. Jack had never had a lover find out about his work before. Not even his ex-wife had known what Jack did once he left their house. He was cruising into uncharted territory, and it both excited and terrified him at the same time. The unwelcome sensation nearly caused Jack to regret giving up smoking - almost, but not quite.

~ ~ ~

Methos woke bright and early, hitting the road long before the commute traffic and arrived in Colorado Springs in time to enjoy a magnificent sunrise. In the future, maybe he'd come down the evening before he was due at the base, but for his first day he wanted to go it alone. In a way he was relieved that Jack wasn't going to be around; it would give him a chance to get his bearings before he began interacting with his lover on a purely professional level. Methos had worked with lovers before, but Jack hadn't, so in the long run, the circumstances were probably for the best.

He drove through downtown, parking across from one of the nicer hotels then took his attaché and trench coat his sword concealed within, and marched across the street and into the lobby. He made a quick stop for a double cappuccino then he settled in at one of the DSL ports and logged in for his chat with Jack. Of course, Methos wasn't a guest at the hotel and he had no business using their guest services as he was, but he'd gone about as if he belonged there, so no one had given him a second look.

After about twenty minutes, Jack had to hit the shower, so they said their good-byes, and Methos logged off and placed his laptop back in its case. He took a long moment to scan the lobby, watching the few people scattered about then he stretched and rose to his feet. It was time to head for the base.

A short time later, Methos arrived at the front gate, stopped casually at the checkpoint, and handed his driver's license out the open window to the guard on duty. The young man was Special Forces...interesting. Jack hadn't mentioned that part when he'd given Methos an overview of what to expect. It probably hadn't occurred to him as being a detail of importance. As Methos watched the young man check his clipboard then pick up his phone, he dismissed the Special Forces observation as being of no particular consequence, shifting his pondering to the phone call instead. Why was the guard making it?

Methos then eyed the other guard in the booth carefully, noting how his hand seemed at the ready to use his weapon. However, the trained eye could see that the safety was on, and his finger was clear of the trigger. As long as his hand stayed where it was, Methos felt certain that there was no need for concern. He'd passed all his background checks - with flying colors, according to Jack. Doctor Adam Pierson was an excellent candidate for 'The Program', complete with a few minor traffic infractions that Methos had planted. Mind you, he'd also planted the traffic school attendance to keep his driving record clean in New York, yet, not surprisingly, the Air Force had added the citations to the official file they'd started on him despite that.

"Sorry for the delay, Doctor Pierson," the SF said, returning to the side of Methos' car. "There's a note by your name to inform Doctor Jackson of your arrival. He said to advise you that he'll meet you."

"Thank you." Methos checked the man's insignia; he was a sergeant.

"Here's your base identification and temporary parking pass for today. If you stop at the administrative offices on your way out this evening they can give you a permanent sticker."

"And that would be where, Lieutenant?" Strategic ignorance was one of Methos' favorite tactics when dealing with the military. It provided him the opportunity to glean more from a target. After all, a civilian academic, who couldn't even distinguish between a sergeant and a lieutenant, was hardly a threat, now was he?

"Third floor of the main building, Doctor...uh...and it's Sergeant," the young man said, leaning forward and pointing to his insignia.

"Oh...right." Methos checked the man's name. "I'm sure Lieutenant is soon to be in your future, Sergeant Rand," Methos said with a tiny chuckle.

"Thanks. Have a good day, Doctor," Rand said with a smile and nodded for the barrier arm to be lifted.

"You, too, Sergeant. I'll be looking for your promotion," Methos said, returning Rand's smile then he drove along slowly toward the access tunnel, filing Rand's name in his memory as a possible source one day. It never hurt to make a positive and memorable impression with people in key places, and laying the groundwork for a running joke between him and Rand had been a nice bonus.

Once through the tunnel, Methos continued on the winding road at a leisurely pace, not only because of the posted speed limit, but also so he could check the place out. It was his first day there, so he was certain that to not gaze about would draw more attention than if he did. He noted a patrol of SFs in the distance, the cement and steel barriers deployed along the road. Security was most serious here, and it gave Methos a strange sense of comfort. Granted this wasn't Holy Ground, but if he fled here to rid himself of a challenger, there would be more than ample manpower present to keep the other immortal at bay.

He reached the parking lot and was stopped briefly by a SF on foot, who directed him to the proper area. As fortune would have it, one of the spots next to Daniel's car was empty, so Methos chose to park there. Hopefully, this was a good omen of things to come. He grabbed his attaché then got out and secured his car for the day, leaving his sword inside his trench coat, both concealed in the special compartment he and Jack had designed under the rear seat. He felt naked going on without it, but he could hardly carry it with him. He was lucky to have it on the base at all.

"See you later," Methos whispered to his sword then took a moment to breathe in the fresh, crisp air, before he continued on.

The second checkpoint was a breeze to get through. Methos showed his identification and was waved through without incident, or a chance for any small talk. The guards were busy reviewing something, and Methos must not have set off their inner warning systems. That was good. The more personnel, who saw Methos as just another civilian employee of the Air Force the better. He preferred to choose whom remembered him and why; it made things easier when the time came to disappear. Roughly three steps later, Methos saw Daniel rounding a corner and greeted him with a smile.

"Adam, how are you?" Daniel asked as they neared each other.

"Overdressed, it would seem," Methos joked and extended his hand. "How are you? Going GI on me?" he asked, eyeing Daniel's attire. Methos had dressed the same as he did for the university - trousers, button-down shirt, tie, sports jacket, and comfortable shoes that looked a bit dressy, yet afforded him the ability to run or fight if necessary. Everything he'd packed for his visit was similar. Perhaps next time he'd consider leaving the ties at home.

"No," Daniel laughed as they shook hands. "I wear regular clothes then change into BDUs once I get here."

"BDUs?" Personally, Methos was no stranger to the military's penchant for alphabet soup, as Duncan jokingly called it, but his current persona required a degree of unfamiliarity. For the first few days, he was going to have to be mindful of such acronyms and ask for them to be explained, whether he understood them or not.

"Battle Dress Uniform," Daniel said and got them walking through the tunnel toward the third checkpoint.

"Are we going into battle?" Methos chuckled and received a nervous laugh from Daniel in response. Shit. They were going into battle, weren't they? His instincts had been right.

"It's a military base and I'm assigned to a field unit, so I wear them, but most of the scientists don't, so you won't have to." Daniel was beginning to ramble. How many times had he given someone an orientation? For some reason, the process never got any easier. Lecturing to a hall full of thousands of people was a piece of cake compared to going one-on-one with someone to explain what was arguably the greatest find in the history of mankind. "I can get you some, though, if you want."

"In green like yours?"

"Or blue if you prefer. I have some of those, too," Daniel smirked.

"Tough choice," Methos said with an overly exaggerated sigh. "How ever do you choose which color to wear on any given day?" he asked, clearly teasing.

"I just grab whichever I see first," Daniel chuckled and felt a sense of calm kicking in. That was good. "Unless we're going out...then I wear the color appropriate for the terrain."

"Good thinking," Methos said with a tiny wink then he assumed a more professional manner as he handed his identification to the guard at the checkpoint. This was the part that Methos dreaded most of all - the hand-scan. One of Methos' most important personal rules was to not leave fingerprints in a database anywhere. It made things terribly difficult for subsequent incarnations. Damn technology.

Methos had nearly backed out of joining 'The Project' over this device that was now cataloging his unique hand signature, but Jack had assured him that it would be okay then they had worked together to make the necessary preparations. When the time came for Methos to move on, Jack would be certain that Doctor Adam Pierson's handprint, fingerprints, and medical records all disappeared. Then, just to be safe, Methos had taken the instructions on how to do so from Jack; translated them into an archaic form of Latin; and then stored them in his safe deposit box. It would be more difficult for Methos to do it since Jack would only tell him 'where' to go without divulging pass codes, which were subject to change anyway, but one way or another, there would be no troublesome records left behind.

"All done, Doctor," the sergeant said and nodded to Daniel, prompting him to get them moving once again.

"Let's be going, shall we?" Daniel said and led Methos over to the nearby elevator. Once they were in with the doors closed, Daniel pressed the button for Level 11 and gave Methos a tiny smile.

"Sergeant Rand said I would need to stop on Level 3 for my parking sticker," Methos said.

"Who?"

"At the front gate."

"Oh...yes." Daniel adjusted his glasses as they passed Level 4. "We'll get it on the way out."

"Assuming I plan to come back," Methos stated with a 'no-nonsense' tone in his voice.

"Yes," Daniel said, adjusting his glasses again then the doors opened for Level 11 and they exited, coming upon a fourth security checkpoint, one that Jack had neglected to mention to Methos, or even hint at. "You'll need to sign in here each day to get access to the second elevator," Daniel informed him as he signed the list and showed his identification.

"How deep are we going?"

"Level 28."

"Is that the bottom?" Methos asked, taking the pen and going through the signing in process.

"Yes."

"Is that where we'll be working?"

"No, my office is on Level 18...that's where we'll be most of the time."

"So why go down to 28?"

Daniel waved for Methos to enter the elevator, pressed the button for Level 28, and then waited until they were well underway before he launched into his prepared speech.

"In 1928 at a dig in Giza, an artifact was found..."

"The Langford Expedition?"

"Yes..."

"They found a lot of artifacts, Daniel, I've seen many of them."

"Not this one," Daniel said, letting out a long breath. He'd now lost his sense of timing...terrific. Before he could get his bearings and resume his speech, the doors opened and Methos stepped out, scanning the corridor, noting the abundance of SFs, the other military personnel moving throughout.

"Impressive. Just how many people work here?"

"Uh...I'm not sure, exactly," Daniel said, adjusting his glasses yet again. He'd never thought to ask, to be honest. "This way," he said and led Methos toward a couple of SFs, who were obviously guarding a very important room.

"What's in there, The Crown Jewels?" Methos joked.

"Bigger than that," Daniel said and swiped his access card, opening the door to the gateroom.

"What the...?" Methos asked and stepped toward the ramp with his eyes opened wide.

"We call it the Stargate," Daniel said and motioned to the SFs, indicating that they could remain in the corridor.

"What does it do?" Methos asked, moving up the ramp, transfixed by the enormity of the device before him.

"It forms a stable wormhole with another gate in the system, allowing for instantaneous transport from one planet to another. Think of it as a giant portal."

"Or doorway," Methos said as he touched the cold metal of the monstrosity before him and felt a tingling sensation shoot up his arm and throughout his entire body. The damn thing was giving him goose bumps! In all his 5,000 years, he'd never seen anything even remotely similar, and his lover had kept it a complete secret from him. His Jack was far better at being covert than he'd realized. It was a good thing Methos knew that he could trust him.

"You little shit," Methos muttered under his breath. During the conversation they'd had a few months earlier concerning the rumors that Methos had heard about Cheyenne Mountain, Jack had said that the press would never find out on their own the truth of what went on there. He'd joked that a big reason the media were so clueless was because he and his team used a special door when they left the complex, not allowing the outside world to have a hint that they'd even left, let alone know where they had gone. Methos had wondered at the time, and since, what Jack had meant by that. He'd envisioned that some sort of elaborate tunnel system might be in play, but he would have never imagined that it was the Stargate.

"What? I didn't get that," Daniel called out.

"You say it creates a wormhole? As in Einstein?" Methos responded. He was no physicist, but he'd read Einstein's work on relativity, and had a basic grasp of it.

"Kind of...uh...Captain Carter would be the expert on the physics of how it works...exactly."

"Perhaps I'll get lucky and she'll agree to give me a private tutorial," Methos joked.

"Maybe," Daniel said with a tiny laugh.

"You've gone through it?"

"Yes. SG-1...my team...we go through once or twice a week," Daniel replied then he resumed his speech, giving a general overview of what the S.G.C. did and their standing orders, while Methos continued to marvel at the Stargate, taking in the symbols, asking the occasional question. The scope of The Project was much larger than he'd ever imagined.

The blast door on the far side of the room then opened, turning Daniel's and Methos' focus in its direction, as General Hammond entered. Methos automatically straightened his posture in response and moved to join Daniel at the base of the ramp as Hammond came to stand before them.

"Welcome to Stargate Command, Doctor Pierson," Hammond greeted him as the two shook hands.

"Thank you, General. Please, you can still call me Adam...unless it would be inappropriate."

"I'll keep that in mind for when we're alone," Hammond chuckled. "For the most part, though, we'll be sticking with General and Doctor."

"Of course," Methos said, nodding his understanding. Hammond was the commander of the base; to have one of his personnel, civilian or not, addressing him as George, could be awkward to say the least. "A very impressive facility you have here."

"And he hasn't seen it all yet," Daniel chimed in.

"Right," Hammond said with a nod then stilled as Walter came and whispered something into his left ear. "Excuse me, Doctors, I'm needed in one of the labs," he said and walked off with Walter, who continued to brief Hammond on the situation with as much information as he had.

"So, next stop the infirmary for your physical," Daniel said, gently slapping his hands together.

"Physical? But I submitted all my medical records. Weren't they in order?" Methos asked casually as they exited the room, returning the way they'd come.

Methos hadn't had Jack review said records; he'd created such before. This time he'd even thrown in some new dental work. Having an unnecessary filling done before moving out west had been a literal pain, but once he'd been given the heads up concerning background checks, Methos had felt it a prudent course of action to help cover up his abnormally perfect health. That and Jack had hinted that dental records were something that everyone had on file at the base - both civilians and military alike - just in case they were needed for body identification.

"I'm sure they were fine, but we do a few extras here that they don't do in the outside world," Daniel said then he leaned in and lowered his voice. "And the nurses are well worth the visit, if you know what I mean," he said teasingly.

"Ah," Methos said as they reached the elevator. He shared a tiny laugh with Daniel and took note of a worker going by, wearing a tool belt. That was the third person Methos had seen dressed in that manner during their short walk from the gateroom. He waited until he and Daniel were alone in the elevator with the door closed and decided that it couldn't hurt to ask about it. "Is it just me, or is something going on around here?"

"There's always something going on around here. You'll get used to it."

"I suppose you're right," Methos said and contemplated how far he should press the matter before he spoke again. "Uh...so the workers going by with their tool belts?"

"Oh, that would be Sergeant Siler and his team of engineers. They keep things running around here."

"So, they always walk around with their tools at the ready?"

"Not exactly. We've been updating the security measures on the base recently, especially in the gateroom and control room in order to counter any possible future incursion by an alien race called the Re'tu...uh...the rebels among them, that is." Daniel was rambling again, but couldn't stop himself. "The most critical stuff has already been done, but the General suspended all gate travel this week while Siler and his men...uh...well, I'm not exactly sure what they're doing, but it has something to do with the gate," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and giving a tiny shrug. "Uh...I'll round up a report on the Re'tu for you to review when you have the time."

"Right." That was it. Methos had now stepped through the looking glass and felt every bit as bizarre about it as poor Alice must have. It was no wonder that Jack's hair was turning gray. "So, do you have alien incursions often?"

"Oh, no," Daniel chuckled. "We have a shield to protect against most unwelcome visitors. It's called The Iris...made of reinforced titanium. I have a whole pile of reports that will explain the basics of what goes on around here...how we do things. You'll be able to use my office and take your time to go through them today while I'm off in one of the labs doing a translation."

"I see," Methos said and took a deep breath as they arrived on Level 21 and the elevator doors opened. "But first, you'll introduce me to these nurses?" he asked with a coy grin on his face.

"Absolutely," Daniel said and led the way down the corridor.

~ ~ ~

Methos sat in Daniel's office and watched him leave then stared at the piles of file folders in front of him and let out a deep breath. He had wondered from time to time if life existed on other planets. It was only natural for every man and woman to ponder such things at least once in a lifetime; and having lived many lifetimes, Methos had done more than his fair share of pondering and speculating. To now find out that multiple races of aliens existed, some of which meant to do harm to all humans, everywhere, well, it was eye opening to say the least.

First, Methos picked up the basic handbook for the S.G.C. and read through it, noting in his personal laptop a few names and their extensions then he moved over to the 'off world files' as Daniel had called them. That was Methos' plan - read one item from the internal files then one on the aliens. Reading a boring memorandum in between briefs and mission reports would make digesting the latter less cumbersome, or so Methos reasoned that would be the case. With that in mind he picked up the top file from the off world stack, the one that Daniel emphasized he should read first, and took a deep swallow as he opened it.

Going through the file, Methos made copious notes, setting up his first document in his base computer. Although classified as an off world file because it dealt primarily with a planet named Abydos, it also contained information about events that had occurred on Ancient Earth as well. He read almost in disbelief about Ra's kingdom in Ancient Egypt and thanked whatever gods might exist that he'd missed out on that little adventure.

Methos had heard stories of Ra while living in Sumer, but they'd been just that - stories, mere myths told by old folk sitting by the communal fire. And those stories had not mentioned anything about humans being taken as hosts by parasitical, egomaniacal, snake-like aliens. If they had, Methos might have given the stories more credence at the time. Once finished reading the file, he pushed away from his workstation and went for Daniel's coffeepot, wishing that alcohol were allowed on base so that he could spike his drink.

He drank down a couple sips from the large mug Daniel had given him as a welcoming gift, appreciating how Daniel kept his own coffee in his office, and that he was willing to share it with him. According to his young supervisor, what the base tried to pass off as coffee should be avoided at all costs, and Methos was willing to take his word for it. He searched for the bag of beans, finding it almost immediately and noted the brand and blend in his personal laptop so that he could purchase some to help restock Daniel's stash. That done, Methos stretched his neck, adjusted the lumbar support on his chair, and then settled in to continue reading, picking up a lengthy internal memo on base security measures.

After reading nearly all the memoranda Daniel had provided on base protocols, peppered with several of the briefs and mission reports, Methos opened a file on the planet Cimmeria. He read the overview of SG-1's two visits there, noting that the second one was necessary due to their actions on the first then he came across the name Heru'ur and froze. He double-checked the date when the second mission had occurred, connecting it with a chat that he'd had with Jack then he closed his eyes as he closed the folder, the implications of his connection, causing his mind to race. He needed a break, a walk, something, but where would he go?

First, he considered going to visit with Doctor Fraiser for a bit, she'd been so kind to him during his exam. He'd flirted with her to keep her off balance and she'd flirted back, flattering him, even allowing him to call her by her first name. Flirting was good sport for Methos, one he very much enjoyed, and to engage in some right now would go a long way to taking his mind off this latest revelation. However, for him to show up and flirt with Janet without any valid medical reason to see her...he might just wind up with a date for the evening and that was one of the last things he needed, so he dismissed the thought as a decidedly bad idea.

Methos then picked up the base directory and scanned it. Surely, a facility this size had to have some form of recreation for its personnel. He considered checking out the commissary, but decided against it when he saw the gymnasium listed on the same level as the infirmary. A workout would be terrific at the moment then Methos caught himself, realizing that such wasn't going to be possible. He hadn't brought along appropriate attire for working out; he hadn't even considered such activity. Maybe he should forgo the gym and settle for a trip to the commissary, check out the dessert offerings. He weighed his options for a moment and decided to head for the gym. He could check out what it had to offer.

As Methos exited the stairwell on Level 21, he felt a tad better, but not much. His disconcerting revelation was one of those things that would gnaw at him until he had the opportunity to talk it through with Jack; give him a chance to explain his actions. The idea that Jack would have attempted to use him in such a manner was something that had taken him completely by surprise. They definitely needed to talk, but that wouldn't be possible until the evening, so Methos took a deep breath and began to bury the matter, pushing it deep down where he could ignore it, afford himself the ability to clear his head so he could focus on his work.

He wandered down the corridor toward the gym, and as he neared it, he heard what sounded like wood hitting wood coming from inside, so he took up position just outside the room, not wanting to disturb the two men, who were inside. They were sparring with long wooden staffs. From Methos' reading, he deduced they were most likely meant to simulate the staff weapons carried by many of the Jaffa.

After watching for a couple of minutes, it became obvious that the taller, dark-skinned man with his back to the door was training the other one, who was a member of the military personnel given the dog tags hanging around his neck. Methos saw no chain around the trainer's neck though and wondered if maybe he was an outside consultant as well. Whoever he was, he certainly knew how to fight. His prowess was formidable to say the least. If he were an immortal, he would make a strong challenger, but he wasn't, so Methos stayed to watch, admiring the way the man moved so fluidly as if his arm and weapon were one.

As the men ended their lesson, Methos licked his lips, and prepared to move toward them so he could meet this trainer. Anyone who could handle himself so well was a person to have on your side - not against you. He took one step forward as the tall man turned around then Methos saw the golden tattoo adorning his forehead and quickly retreated to avoid being seen. The symbol he bore was that of Apophis. According to the off world files, the fact that it was gold made him a former First Prime, hopefully former anyway since he was at the S.G.C. As Methos searched his memories, he pieced together that this must be Teal'c, the fourth member of Jack's team, the only one he hadn't met yet.

Methos' stomach then turned as the oddest sense of déjà vu overtook him. He'd seen this man before, he was certain of it, but for the life of him, he couldn't place where. It hadn't been in the files...his name had been there, yes, but not his picture, not in the files Methos had read thus far. This didn't make any sense. According to the files, Teal'c hadn't been on Earth until roughly two years ago, however, Methos knew better. He might not remember exactly when and where they'd met, but he was certain that it had been at some point earlier than that.

"Hey, Adam. There you are."

"Daniel," Methos replied, welcoming the sound of his friend's voice. Damn but he could use a good, stiff drink just now. He turned to see Daniel coming up from behind him and stepped down the corridor to join him, putting more distance between himself and Teal'c. Until he figured out where he'd seen Teal'c before, Methos wanted to avoid any official introduction.

"I was looking for you...thought maybe you'd come back to follow-up with one of the nurses?" Daniel teased.

"No, uh, I was checking out the gym."

"Ah," Daniel said with a nod. "Good news. I'm done with that translation. We can spend the rest of the day together. I can help you sort through those files."

"I think I've had enough files for one day." That was an understatement. One, now two revelations hitting close to home, it was time to change gears. "Perhaps you could show me this translation you were working on?"

"Sure...or we could work on that statue some more...the one we discussed when I visited you in New York...let you see the actual artifact in person?" Daniel suggested, raising his eyebrows.

"Splendid idea," Methos said, his face lighting up. He'd been wondering if and when he would see it.

"Great," Daniel said with a smile then rubbed his belly as his stomach let out a very audible growl.

"Lunch first?"

"We can grab something and take it with us."

"Sounds good. Take the stairs?"

"Sure," Daniel said with a shrug and followed Methos to the stairwell, missing Teal'c by mere moments as he entered the corridor.

~ ~ ~

Jack watched the last of the cadets leave the room and let out a deep breath. If they were the future of the United States Air Force...oy, were they all in trouble.

"I think that went well, sir," Sam said, trying her best to wipe the scowl from her C.O.'s face.

"Well?" Jack began and bit his tongue, tapping his fingers on the desk before him. "That makes one of us."

"It was only their first day, sir...and, if I may say so, you were a little hard on them."

"Not hard enough, Captain."

"They're just kids, sir."

"Carter, their age won't matter when they're at the business end of a staff weapon. They've all been pampered for far too long," Jack grumbled and waved at the whiteboard behind them. "Look at this...written scenarios...these kids, as you call them, need a hell of a lot more than that before I'll sign off on any of them."

Lecturing the potential candidates hadn't been what Jack had in mind for them at all, but the newly appointed Commander Pro-Tem of The Academy had wanted to try a different, more encouraging approach rather than employing tried and true methods, which he deemed to be archaic and barbaric. So help him, if this elitist moron, who'd never seen even one day of combat, was still running things at The Academy by the end of the month, Jack would eat his boot.

"Yes, sir," Sam said and gathered her belongings. When Jack got into a mood like he was at the moment, she knew better than to try and reason with him.

"Tomorrow, we're getting them all a set of BDUs and taking them out of here."

"To do what sir?"

"I haven't figured that out yet," Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it'll be a better use of their time than this madness," he said, waving once more to the whiteboard.

"I'll stop by the base and make the arrangements, sir."

"No. I'll do it...have a talk with General Hammond. You go have an evening for a change."

"Yes, sir," Sam said and picked up her things and headed out the door.

Jack waited a few moments then proceeded out to his truck. It was time to get to the base and rescue Methos. Unknown to his lover, Jack had two prime steaks and a bottle of champagne waiting at home to celebrate Methos' first day as an outside consultant, and he didn't want to put off the surprise any longer.

He made the short trek back to the Mountain, went through all the security as if on autopilot and arrived at the second elevator in record time. Once inside, he hesitated a moment, tempted to bypass his chat with Hammond, but decided it best to do that first. Second, he'd trade his dress blues for civvies. Third, he'd get Methos. As Jack exited the elevator to go to Hammond's office, he nearly stepped on his C.O.'s toes - literally.

"Excuse me, sir."

"It's alright, Colonel. Done for the day?"

"Just about, sir. Uh...I wanted to speak with you about the approach being taken with cadets..."

"I know," Hammond said and moved past Jack to keep the elevator from closing. "I'd expected you to contact me by lunchtime," he chuckled. "Take charge of them as you see best fit and keep me apprised. I have to be going...the girls have a recital this evening."

"Yes, sir," Jack said and joined Hammond in the elevator, pressing the button for Level 25. "Tell them their Uncle Jack wishes them the best."

"I'll do that, Colonel," Hammond said and briefly discussed Jack's plans for the cadets then left him off at his level and continued on toward the surface.

As Jack exited the elevator, he made a mental shift in his plans. He'd proceed to the locker room and change into his civvies then get Methos and take him along while he made the arrangements for BDUs and training weapons for the cadets. Jack then reached his locker and as he opened it, he found a note had been shoved inside: Orientation went well...taking Adam to dinner...Daniel.

"What the...?" Jack was stunned. Methos knew that Jack was going to come by to get him. Whatever had possessed him to go out with Daniel?

Maybe he should have let Methos in on his special plans for the evening? But then they wouldn't have been a surprise...and not as special...maybe...shit. Jack was slipping into the 'woulda, coulda, shoulda' game and it was going to do him no good - none whatsoever. He'd go home and wait, save the steaks for tomorrow night. They could still break open the champagne once Methos finally got away from Daniel and made his way to Jack's house.

~ ~ ~

Jack woke to his alarm clock ringing, with a headache and a cold, empty spot next to him where Methos should have been. He didn't even look at the other side of the bed; he just smashed the alarm clock to shut it up, nearly sending it flying off the nightstand, then stumbled off to the bathroom. Methos hadn't shown up. Jack had waited up for him, monitoring his phone, but it hadn't rung. Methos hadn't made so much as a blip on Jack's radar all night. Hell, he might as well have been out of town.

After the bathroom, Jack went to the kitchen, checking his answering machine along the way, just in case he'd somehow missed Methos' call - no messages. He got some coffee and went to the PC and turned it on then returned to the bathroom for a shower. By the time he got back everything was powered up, so he logged on hoping for an early morning chat with his lover. Instead he found a brief email waiting for him: No time to chat...see you this evening...Oz

The email had been sent five minutes earlier, when Jack had been in the shower; he'd just missed him, damn it. Jack then checked Methos' activity record, as each host was able to do for his current guest, and discovered that Methos had been online for all of two minutes...barely long enough to send the message.

"What the hell is going is on?" Jack wondered out loud then hit the reply button and typed in a message of his own, which he quickly canceled. The rules didn't allow for anyone to connect to this site from a military or government facility. Jack had told Methos as much, so there was no point in sending any message. They would be seeing each other in person before Methos would have the opportunity to login again. He would wait and speak with him then.

~ ~ ~

Methos leaned back in his chair and let out a low whistle. Daniel had just pieced together the key to translating a particular text, and Methos was more than a little impressed. He'd been limited in his ability to assist Daniel, after all the passage was written in a rare dialect of Goa'uld, but the experience had been very profitable in that Methos had learned a lot about the commonalities of the various dialects during the process.

"More coffee?" Daniel offered as he made for the pot.

"Sure," Methos said and rose to his feet and held his mug out. "Thanks again for the present."

"You're welcome."

Present? The word stopped Jack in his tracks just outside the door to Daniel's office. What the hell was Daniel doing, giving his Methos a present?

"I'm glad you like it," Daniel said, placing the pot back then he rubbed his forehead.

"Still hung over?" Methos asked teasingly.

"Don't start."

"Or what?"

"Or...or I'll cut off your coffee supply," Daniel threatened.

"Oh, well, if you were to do that, I would have to tell Captain Carter about that birthmark on your right thigh," Methos countered, giving Daniel a devious grin.

"You wouldn't," Daniel said, a nervous grin spreading across his face.

"Sure, he would," Jack said, entering the room, making his presence known loud and clear. "Don't let him fool you with that innocent routine of his. Adam here is a regular wolf in sheep's clothing."

Knowing Jack's sharp wit, Methos laughed, Daniel joining him and glanced over at Jack, welcoming the opportunity to gaze upon his handsome lover, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Jack was sporting his patented grin, but there was no gleam behind his eyes as there should have been. His words hadn't been meant as a joke; they'd been meant to sting.

Methos then took on his own painted-on grin, wondering who or what had put a bug up Jack's ass to cause him to behave this way. Whatever the reason; it was irrelevant. Methos was certain that it wasn't due to anything he'd done or said, and he wasn't about to take the heat for someone else. Two could play this game as easily as one.

"That's better than a snake in the grass. Wouldn't you say, Colonel?"

Betrayal? Jack could hardly believe his ears. Methos had some nerve implying betrayal on Jack's part after his disappearing act the night before.

"Yes...or being lower than a snake's belly," Jack shot back, locking eyes with Methos and seeing his anger mounting behind them. Good. Jack had been upset all day; it was time for Methos to share in the pleasure.

Dishonesty? Of all people right now to imply that Methos was dishonest about anything, Jack was definitely the last one to be in a position to do so...after what he'd done?

"Or having a fur coat and no knickers," Methos said, his grin turning nearly diabolical.

"How's that?" Jack asked, knocked off his mark by the unfamiliar phrase.

"It's an English expression," Daniel chuckled. He was totally amused watching the two men's banter. Finally, there was someone at the S.G.C., who could give Jack a verbal run for his money. "It refers to someone who appears to be of sound financial and social character when in reality there is a question about his morals."

"Ah...I'll have to add that one to my repertoire," Jack said slowly, his timing completely thrown.

"Yes, you do that," Methos said, sensing victory.

"You should remove it from yours, though, Adam. You wouldn't want someone to accuse you of being the pot calling the kettle black," Jack said, getting back into the thick of things, like a boxer getting to his feet before the referee could finish the count.

Methos glared at Jack, all pretense of humor gone from his face and opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced as he felt Daniel's left hand landing across his mouth.

"No...don't," Daniel said, still laughing. "I can't take anymore," he said, moving his hand away.

Jack's gaze followed Daniel's hand to his side then went back to Methos. Present? Birthmark? Touching his lips? What the hell else had Methos let Daniel touch?

"So, Jack," Daniel continued, catching his breath. "You calling it a day?"

"Yes," Jack replied, taking on his typical nonchalant manner. "I just dropped by to see how things were going. You two seem to be getting along just fine."

"Yes. Things are coming along very well," Daniel said with a smile. "Wouldn't you say so, Adam?"

"Yes," Methos said and returned the younger man's smile with one to mirror it.

"Good...I'll be heading home then," Jack said and turned toward the door.

"Just a minute," Methos said, stopping Jack in his tracks. "Is the offer to use your guest room still open or should I check into a hotel?"

"You can stay at my place again tonight, if you want," Daniel offered.

Jack cringed inside at Daniel's words and summoned all his restraint to maintain his cool, only managing to do so because he kept his back to them.

"Jack?" Methos called out.

"Your choice, Adam. You remember the way to my house, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. If you decide to come over bring along some extra beer," Jack said and left the room, making it to his truck and off the base before a lone tear streamed its way down his right cheek.

~ ~ ~

Methos stopped off at a liquor store and picked up a twelve-pack of beer then took the scenic route to Jack's house, so he could calm himself. He and Jack needed to talk, and he didn't want their discussion turning into a shouting match. He'd been fully prepared to speak with Jack in a rational manner the evening prior then he'd ended up at Daniel's then Jack had shown up at the base all piss-y-assed and had riled Methos up along with him.

And all the while the connection that Methos had made the day before when reading the report on Cimmeria had been festering, growing like a cancer, to the point that it was now threatening to push Methos down the dark path that he avoided at all costs. He did not want to lash out at Jack. He did not want his lover to feel the wrath that he was capable of, and so he drove until he was certain that he had his emotions under control then he parked his car in front of Jack's house, hoping that Jack had calmed down as well.

"Hello? Jack?" Methos called out as he entered the house. Jack had left the front door unlocked - again. Hopefully, he'd done so anticipating Methos' arrival.

"Out here," Jack called back.

Methos locked the door and put his things down at the dining table then strode to the sliding glass door, carrying the beer.

"Steaks?"

"Yeah...I didn't want them to go bad."

"Ah," Methos said with a nod. "I brought the beer. Are you ready for a fresh one?" he asked, noting the open bottle in Jack's hand.

"No. Just put it in the fridge."

"Be right back," Methos said and went to the kitchen. Upon opening the refrigerator, he immediately saw the bottle of champagne with the word 'congratulations' written across the label. He stared at it for a moment, pursing his lips then yelled out to Jack. "Should I open the champagne?"

"No. I'm not in the mood."

Methos noted the hint of a growl in Jack's voice and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd best postpone his talk with Jack after all. He'd wait and see how things went. He took a deep breath as he put the beer away and kept one out, opening it on his way back toward the deck. Uncertain of exactly how upset Jack still was, Methos opted to stand in the doorway rather than join him outside...just in case Jack wanted some room.

"So, can I help?" Methos offered.

"Why? My grilling's not good enough for you?" Jack snapped, keeping his focus on the flames shooting up from the grill.

"Your grilling is fine," Methos said and tried to get a look at Jack's eyes from where he stood, but he couldn't. "Jack, what's wrong? Clearly you've had a bad day...."

"A bad night, too."

"What happened?" Methos asked, becoming very concerned.

"What happened?" Jack echoed and left the question hanging in the air as he finished up the steaks, secured the grill, and pushed past Methos into the house.

"Jack, don't shut me out," Methos said as he followed him.

"Why not?" Jack shouted and slammed the steaks down on the kitchen counter with a terrible thud. "You didn't give a shit about me last night. Out running around with Daniel instead of being here where you belong!"

"Jack..." Methos began in a soothing tone, forcing himself to remain calm. What the hell was wrong with his lover? Had he been exposed to some alien virus or something? Methos was about to suggest that they go have Janet check him out, but Jack resumed his tirade before Methos could say another word.

"I'm curious. How many drinks did it take before Daniel showed you his inner thigh?"

"What?" Methos was taken aback by the question; caught completely off guard.

"The birthmark on his right thigh," Jack said, his voice getting deeper as it got louder. "Tell me. Did you take his pants off or did he take them off himself as a present for you?"

Methos stared at Jack in disbelief as he tried to get a grasp onto what was happening - then the word present registered in his mind. Just how long had Jack listened outside Daniel's office before joining them? Was this the type of covert bullshit Methos had to look forward to from now on?

"How do you know about his birthmark?" Methos asked, raising his voice slightly, a tone of accusation behind it.

"Locker room," Jack stated plainly then pressed forward, letting loose his anger. "So, was he a good fuck or did you just suck him off?"

Methos felt his anger stirring, his face warming as he began to turn red. Bad day or not, Methos was not going to take anymore of this.

"How dare you," Methos seethed.

"Me? What about you?" Jack shouted.

"Do you really think that I would pursue Daniel? Going through that bloody Stargate has fried your brain!"

"What the hell am I supposed to think then? You knew I was coming by to get you yet you went out with him!"

"That was his idea! I made sure he left you a note!"

"Yeah, then you got him drunk and spent the night with him...all cozy and naked, no doubt," Jack snorted.

"He was never in less than his underwear and I slept fully clothed," Methos said throwing his hands up in the air. "I can't believe we're even discussing this. I slept on his sofa. I have the sore back to prove it!"

Jack locked eyes with Methos, wanting to believe him, but he was still feeling very much hurt and betrayed.

"I stayed up half the night waiting for you. You should have called," Jack said, lowering his voice to a reasonable level.

"I did. I ca...."

"No, you didn't!" Jack shouted, cutting him off. Now, he was truly pissed. He hated being lied to.

"Yes, I did," Methos said, his anger boiling even more. He was going to lose it. "I left you a message."

"The hell you did!" Jack stormed off to the answering machine, pulling Methos along by the arm. He pressed the play button, static coming through the speaker as the empty tape played. "Funny...I'm not hearing it. Maybe it's been delayed by some bizarre temporal anomaly."

Jack's words hit Methos' ears like a lit match tumbling into an open powder keg. Methos had told many lies in his lifetime, many of them necessary for his survival, but he wasn't lying now, and he was furious that Jack was making the accusation. This was the last straw. He glanced at Jack's hand on his left forearm, then broke free of his grip, taking hold of both of Jack's arms with a move so fast that Jack didn't have a prayer of countering him. He then pulled Jack near so that they felt one another's breath, their eyes locked, and then he lashed out.

"Fine. I slept with Daniel. I fucked him, not just once but twice! Then I sucked him off for a bloody nightcap! Is that what you want to hear?" Methos shouted and drew Jack even closer, his hands squeezing even harder. "Either I'm lying now, or I was before. You make up your fucking mind which and let me know what you decide," he growled then he released Jack and stormed off toward the rear of the house.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Jack shouted as he went after him. He caught up to Methos in his bedroom, found him searching through his drawers, and got even angrier. "This is my house, damn it! And those are my things!"

"Yes," Methos said with a nod then finding his target, removed it from Jack's sock drawer. He looked at it briefly then leveled his gaze upon Jack, practically shooting daggers out of his eyes. "And this would be your fucking cell phone! If you're not going to turn it on, the least you could do is check it every so often! Or maybe you should just throw the piece of shit away!" he yelled and shoved the phone into Jack's face. "Here! I assume you know how to tell when there's a message on this damn thing!" he said and let go his grip, forcing Jack to react quickly to catch the phone before it went crashing to the floor.

"You phoned my cell?" Jack was dumbfounded. He hadn't even considered...shit. Suddenly, he felt like a complete idiot.

"Yes. I used Daniel's cell once he was passed out. For all I know the bloody Air Force has both your landlines tapped!"

Jack took a deep swallow as he stared at the screen, seeing that one message had been received the night before. He'd never taken to carrying the phone with him, wanting to keep himself unavailable when off duty. That changed as of this moment. He made a silent vow to carry it with him whenever he wasn't off world so that Methos would be able to contact him on it from now on.

"Play the message," Methos ordered, his voice easing a bit.

"I don't..."

"Play the damn message!"

Jack returned Methos' glare, annoyed that he wouldn't let it go then he pressed the proper buttons and played the message so that they could both hear it: It's me, guess you're already asleep. Looks like I won't make it there tonight. Daniel got a little drunk and threw up on the two of us...long story. My clothes are still drying, and it's getting late, so I'll sleep here tonight. (chuckle) Good thing my suitcase is still in the trunk of my car...gives me something to wear. Anyway...I'll try to chat with you while Daniel showers in the morning. Good night.

A feather landing on Jack's shoulder just then would have been enough to send him falling to his knees. How could he have been so stupid as to think that Methos had cheated on him with Daniel? Methos was faithful and Daniel was straight. Why the hell had he let his imagination run wild as it had? He looked over at Methos, and opened his mouth to speak, but didn't get the chance.

"So, do you think you've learned your lesson?" Methos fumed. "You shouldn't go jumping to conclusions based on what you might hear during one of your little eavesdropping adventures!"

"Don't scold me," Jack warned. He'd been wrong, and he was willing to admit that. It was time for them to settle things and move on, not fan the flames.

"Oh, sorry," Methos said in an overly dramatic, condescending manner. "Maybe I should be more subtle...like when you covertly pump me for information."

"What are you talking about?"

"Heru'ur! Ra! Hathor! Those names ring any bells? Let me give you a hint...morning chat...two, three days after your last visit to Cimmeria."

"Shit," Jack said, instantly recalling the chat and how he'd probed Methos for information. "Methos...I swear I was going to tell you about that...just as soon as you had clearance. I...I didn't think you'd see that file so soon...."

"I'm sure you didn't," Methos said and paused for a brief moment before going on. "That little speech you made about not using my kind...it was a load of bullshit, wasn't it?"

"Bullshit?" Jack felt his anger stirring once more then he saw the look on Methos' face, his eyes full of passion, his lips poised to strike yet again, and couldn't help but notice how incredibly sexy he was; the testosterone flowing so freely through his veins, causing it to course through Jack's as well. Damn him! How could Jack remain angry with Methos when he was getting so turned on just looking at him? It simply wasn't fair.

"What you meant was that you wouldn't let others use us...but if an opportunity presented itself for you to do so...to help further your precious career..." Methos drifted off, turning his gaze away from Jack. That damn twinkle was appearing in his eyes. The one that meant Jack was getting aroused. They were fighting damn it; not engaging in foreplay; or were they now crossing that thin line between the two?

"Enough," Jack said, seeing the chance to get a word in edgewise. "I was doing my job. If I'd gotten any information, I would have never revealed my source. You should know that," he said and raised his right hand, nearly reaching out to Methos, but hesitated. He'd grabbed him earlier and gotten away with it because Methos hadn't expected the move, but to try to touch him now...Jack wasn't sure if that was wise. As Methos saw Jack's hand moving away, he reached out, gently taking hold of it. He hadn't wanted this; he never wanted Jack to fear touching him.

"And you should know that I would never sleep with Daniel or anyone else," Methos said, his voice a near whisper as they moved toward each other.

"I didn't betray your trust," Jack said, his voice now soft like Methos'. "I would never."

"Nor would I betray yours, my love," Methos said and drew Jack in for a tender hug, holding him until their breathing calmed. "Our first fight," he observed, rubbing the small of Jack's back.

"Yeah...and we both survived," Jack quipped, squeezing Methos tightly to him. They shared a tiny laugh then they stood still, focusing in on each other, savoring one another's scent, delighting in one another's presence until everything surrounding them seemed to disappear.

"He gave me a coffee mug," Methos said, finally breaking the silence.

"What?" Jack asked, pulling back to look Methos in the eye.

"Daniel's present," Methos said, running the fingers of his right hand along Jack's chin while slipping his feet out of his shoes. "He gave me a large thermal coffee mug to use at the base...a welcoming gift."

"Oh," Jack sighed as Methos' fingers traced his lips then he puckered slightly, drawing them in, gently suckling them, as he slipped out of his sandals.

Methos sighed in response, relishing the warmth of Jack's mouth. He wanted more than that though, and pulled his hand away, shifting both hands to the bottom of Jack's shirt.

"How did Daniel end up drunk?" Jack asked as his shirt fell from his body, leaving his torso exposed for Methos' viewing and nibbling pleasure. "The short version," he added as Methos started to feast on Jack's right shoulder, gently reclaiming it now that it was healed.

"Short...right," Methos said between nibbles. "We got to the restaurant..." Methos stopped nibbling long enough to allow Jack to remove his shirt as well, "We had to wait for a table, so Daniel left me in the bar while he went to the bathroom, and told me to order him an iced tea."

"Let me guess," Jack chuckled. "You ordered a Long Island Iced Tea."

"Yes," Methos said while unfastening Jack's pants. "I was in the bar...I thought that's what he'd meant."

"He must have been shit-faced by the bottom of the glass," Jack said, laughing, and stepped out of his pants, reaching out to undo Methos' at the same time.

"Actually, he drank it so fast..." Methos stepped out of his pants and boxers, joining his naked lover as he went down onto the bed, flinging his boxers across the room. "He'd had two before I realized what was happening."

"No wonder he threw up," Jack whispered then he pulled Methos down over top of him, cradling his cheeks in his hands and drawing him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their bodies then melded together, legs intertwined, hands roaming freely over whatever flesh was in reach, their breathing shared, as their passion poured forth. "How's your back doing?" Jack asked as he finally released Methos' lips.

"My back?" Methos asked, shifting his mouth to Jack's shoulder to finish what he'd started.

"Is it still sore from the sofa?"

"I'll be fine."

"Good. Hand me the lube and stay on top."

"Right," Methos sighed and relinquished his hold on Jack's shoulder, making a mental note of where he was leaving off this time. He was going to finish working his way across it entirely, if it took him all night.

Methos leaned over, grabbed the lube and poured some into Jack's waiting hand then dropped the container on the pillow as Jack took hold of his hips, guiding his body so that his balls were hanging in Jack's face. Jack then held Methos in position with one hand, devouring his balls and sucking on them one at a time, alternating between them. It was all Methos could do to keep his balance.

"Damn that's...so..." Methos sighed then he lost all ability to speak as Jack probed into him with two fingers, finding his sweet spot on the first try - a direct hit that made Methos' head spin.

"Open for me...that's it," Jack whispered, his voice a near growl and continued to lick and suck at Methos' balls and the base of his hardened cock as he prepared him.

"I...damn...let me...Jack..."

Jack smiled as he felt Methos shaking and released his hold, bringing his hands to rest on the bed at his sides. With one quick motion, Methos slid down, taking Jack fully inside, filling himself with his lover's hot cock. Damn, but Jack felt wonderful. Methos took a deep breath then started to rock up and down, riding Jack, sending them both closer and closer toward the edge.

As Methos moved, Jack watched, wondering what turned him on more - the marvelous friction or the incredible site of his lover in the throws of passion. Either way, it didn't matter...he wasn't going to last...not with Methos rapidly gaining speed. He closed his eyes as a deep moan escaped from the bottom of his throat then he willed himself not to buck as he began his release.

"That's it...oh...Jack," Methos cried out and pushed down as hard as he could onto his lover then rode the wave, taking hold of Jack's shoulders as the Aftershock hit, forcing Methos to erupt all over Jack's abdomen.

"You always feel so damn good, sweetheart," Jack said and reached up and caressed Methos' cheek as their breathing began to settle, tracing his jaw and lips with his fingertips as Methos had done to him earlier, soothing him, so he could calm enough to move.

"Yes...quite," Methos said and shared a tiny smile with Jack as he shifted, allowing Jack to slide to out. "I seem to have made a bit of a mess," he said, eyeing Jack's belly.

"Yeah...there's a towel..." Jack began, but silenced as Methos leaned over and started to lick up his cum. "Or...that can work, too," he smirked.

"Hmm," Methos purred and squeezed to kneel between Jack's legs, systematically licking his lover clean, belly first then lower, all the time, pressing his cock into Jack's thigh. By the time he had Jack 'clean', Methos was nearly fully hardened once again.

"Wow...uh...your recovery time..." Jack managed to get out before Methos was devouring his lips for a brief, passionate kiss.

"I've always been faster, my love," Methos said then ran his tongue along Jack's chin.

"Yeah...but you're even faster..." Jack got out then he nearly choked as Methos' tongue pushed its way deep into his mouth.

Methos was lost...he had to have Jack...now. He couldn't remember ever wanting someone so desperately before in his life. He slipped his hands down to Jack's hips, urging him to raise his knees then he released Jack's lips as he shifted to get the lube.

"Methos?" Jack whispered, wondering for a moment if he should be concerned.

"I want you, Jack," Methos said, pouring lube into his hand before tossing the container away. "I'm ready...may I?" he asked as a courtesy.

"Yes," Jack said and took some of the lube from Methos' hand, so he could slick Methos' bulging erection.

"Your touch...so...exquisite," Methos purred and made eye contact with Jack, giving him a tender smile. "My recovery time does seem to have decreased a bit," he said, the scientist inside him popping up, curious as to why. The next moment, Jack's thumb grazed his tip and Methos' passion resumed control, telling his inner scientist to take a flying leap.

"Wonder if it'll be this way from now on," Jack said with a devious grin crossing his face.

"Only one way to find out," Methos said then he probed into Jack, beginning to prepare him while he resumed his attentions to Jack's right shoulder - exactly where he'd left off.

~ ~ ~

Jack woke as his alarm clock started ringing and let out a tiny sigh as Methos leaned over him to shut it off. This was the way Jack preferred his workdays to begin. He only wished that they could all be this wonderful. He waited until Methos was lying back in his spot then Jack rolled over to face him, their arms and legs wrapping around one another as they shared a good morning kiss.

"Good morning, Gorgeous," Jack whispered as the kiss ended.

"Good morning, Handsome. This is so much better than chatting online," Methos said, nuzzling Jack's neck.

"Oh, yeah," Jack sighed and rolled them so that he was on his back, Methos nestled against his shoulder. "Too bad we have to go to work."

"Yes, well...you have bills to pay, my love," Methos said, running his fingers through Jack's chest hairs as they talked.

"I wouldn't have to if you'd be my Sugar Daddy," Jack teased and the two shared a tiny chuckle.

"Like I told you before, my love, I gave up keeping a sex slave when Rome fell."

"Yeah...too bad," Jack said and let out a yawn. "This is so not fair."

"What?"

"Sleep...I could use a little more."

"Ah...well...you got nearly five hours, and you don't gate out today, so you should be fine."

"Yeah...but I'll hit the sack early tonight...no testing your recovery time," Jack said with a tiny pout.

"I think we did enough of that last night," Methos chuckled. "Four rounds was enough confirmation for me that it's faster...if it tapers off over time...what does it really matter?"

"It doesn't, I suppose...I just wish we knew why it happened," Jack said then he gave Methos a most serious look as a thought came to his mind. Daniel was forever touching things he shouldn't when they were off world, and Methos' curiosity was very similar to Daniel's. "You didn't go rummaging through storage at the base and handle any weird stuff, did you? Maybe set off something?"

"No," Methos chuckled. "I've only handled a few Goa'uld tablets...oh...and that statue Daniel was translating when he came to New York."

"Oh...right. How could I forget?" Jack laughed. "How's it coming?"

"Slowly...we didn't have more than an hour to work with it...Daniel has so much on his plate. At least we've ruled out Ani being a Tok'ra."

"Yeah...I was with Daniel when he spoke with Jacob."

"He's Captain Carter's dad, right?"

"Yes."

"How he came to be a Tok'ra...it must make for a fascinating read..." Methos hinted, a clear nudge in his voice.

"I'll make sure you get a copy of the report," Jack said and stretched as he glanced over at the clock. "We'd best hit the shower."

"Okay...uh...I need to speak with you about one of the personnel at the base," Methos said as he let Jack lead him to the bathroom.

"Problem?" Jack asked while turning on the water.

"Potentially."

"Ah," Jack said with a nod and tested the water. "Tell me while you do my back."

"Right." Methos followed Jack into the shower then lathered up his hands and began to scrub Jack's back as he told him about Teal'c.

~ ~ ~

Methos set up the coffee pot in Daniel's office as he thought of how nicely things were falling into place for him and Jack. He was working three days of each week at the S.G.C. with the remainder of his time at the university, staying with Jack and Daniel alternately when he was in town, and thus providing good cover for his true relationship with Jack. No one would ever suspect Daniel of being gay, or even bisexual, and his reputation went a long way in aiding Methos with his as well. And the best part was that the arrangement had been all Daniel's idea.

At the end of Methos' initial visit, Daniel had taken him and Jack to dinner and had insisted that Methos stay at his place the following week, rather than in Jack's guest room, saying that it didn't seem fair to have Jack taking so much responsibility for him - friend or not. Jack, naturally, had feigned indifference, and Methos had pretended to give the matter a long moment of consideration before he'd accepted the invitation. The next day he'd purchased a top-of-the-line futon, which fit nicely with the décor of Daniel's apartment, and had it delivered as a thank you present.

As the pot started it's brewing cycle, Methos picked up the file on Teal'c that he'd been reviewing. He'd read through the damn thing at least a half dozen times now, and still hadn't figured out where he'd seen him before. When Methos had told Jack about the situation, he'd been hesitant to believe that Teal'c had been on Earth previously and not disclosed it. However, the Jaffa, as a whole, had a habit of withholding information that they didn't deem relevant, so Jack couldn't simply dismiss Methos' intuition. If Methos was right, and Teal'c had somehow met him, presumably during his years as First Prime to Apophis, then he could well recognize Methos now, and that could prove to be awkward to say the least. For safety's sake, Jack had agreed that it would be best to postpone any introductions until Methos had a better grasp on the situation.

The pot gurgled to its conclusion and Methos filled his mug with fresh coffee then he stared at the table, letting out a heavy sigh. At the rate the S.G.C. generated reports, it was amazing that there wasn't a worldwide shortage of paper. On one side there was the pile that Jack had requisitioned for him to read, and on the other was the pile that Daniel had left for him to work on while SG-1 were off to P2X-555. Methos really wished that he could take some of them along with him when he went to Daniel's for the night, but, sadly, that wasn't an option, so he settled in with his notebook and started on Daniel's pile first.

"SG-5 report to the gateroom." The announcement came over the P.A. system, breaking the silence for the umpteenth time, and this time nearly caused Methos to jump out of his seat. Usually, Daniel and Methos would be so involved in their work that they wouldn't hear such a routine announcement at all. However, today was the first time that SG-1 were off world at the same time that Methos was on base, and, consequently, Methos heard every page, every announcement with the utmost clarity. It was going to take a while for him to adjust. It had been so much easier to deal with Jack being out in the field when Methos hadn't realized that he was off world.

"Damn," Methos chided himself, annoyed at the apprehension he felt. His instincts were screaming that something was wrong, while his rational side was telling him to remain calm. The inner debate was making it impossible for Methos to concentrate, so he pushed away from the table and headed to the stairwell for a little walk. He exited on Level 22 and headed for the commissary as if on autopilot with a sudden craving for pie. For a moment, he began to wonder if he was starting to lose his mind. Then he heard an unexpected voice behind him and nearly jumped again. What the hell was wrong with him today? He desperately needed to regain his control.

"Hello, Doctor Pierson."

"Hello," Methos said as he turned to see who was addressing him. The man was short with white hair and glasses. He recalled seeing him with Hammond in the gateroom on his first day at the base, and in several other locations since, but he'd always been leading someone off somewhere, so they had yet to be formally introduced. "Sergeant...uh..." he stalled trying to see the man's nametag, but it was blocked by the abundance of reports he was carrying.

"You can call me Walter," he said with a smile. "Everyone does...even the General."

"Walter," Methos replied. "Can I help you with those?"

"I've got it," Walter said then lost his grip and one of the files started to fall. Reflexively, Methos caught it before it had a chance to get halfway to the floor. "Wow, you're quick."

"I've dropped many a file in my career," Methos chuckled. "I was just taking a break, let me help you with those," he said and placed his hands into the pile, taking half of the folders before Walter could lodge any protest. "Where are we going?"

"This way," Walter said and then started up a conversation as they made for the elevator.

By the time Methos had finished helping Walter, he was no longer in the mood for pie, or any other food for that matter. SG-1 were missing. They'd never made it to P2X-555. That's why SG-5 had been called to the gateroom, to take over their mission. His Jack was lost somewhere, possibly injured as well, and there wasn't a damn thing that Methos could do to help him.

~ ~ ~

Jack was in full command mode, standing in the middle of a used clothing store somewhere in Colorado, his team stuck in the year 1969. How that had happened exactly was still speculative, but their best guess was that a solar flare had sent them off course as they'd traveled through the wormhole that was supposed to have landed them on P2X-555. Prior to departure, Sam had adjusted their path to accommodate traveling in such close proximity to Earth's Sun, but her best efforts had been doomed to fail.

Hammond had known that they would be lost and had given Sam a note, ordering her to keep it in her vest pocket until they'd reached the other side. Long story short, the note had told Hammond's younger self to help them, which he had, and had listed two upcoming dates and times. Assuming that they were the times of solar flares, the plan was now to find the Stargate, confirming the theory about the solar flares along the way, then use the Stargate to get home, all within a week. First, though, they needed to trade their BDUs for some cheap clothes so they didn't stick out like some sort of bad cadet review.

"So, Pops, you goin' with the James Dean look or what?" the young man attending them said as he was losing patience waiting for Jack to choose his clothes.

"Is this man your relation?" Teal'c asked, looking at Jack, confused by the use of the term 'Pops'.

Jack looked annoyingly at Daniel, who couldn't help but laugh at the scene before him then he checked Sam, and saw her fighting back a smirk. He didn't need this aggravation right now.

"You two are done. Go wait outside with Michael and Jenny," Jack ordered, giving Daniel and Sam the full weight of his 'colonel' look.

"Right," Daniel said and picked up a black hat with some squiggles of color on it and handed it to Jack. "Goes with your jacket...help cover the gray?" he said with a nudge.

"Fine," Jack grumbled then watched as Daniel and Sam left with smiles on their faces. He put the hat on and turned to look in the mirror only to find his young attendant staring at him.

"Well, Pops? You goin' with the jeans or not?"

"Yeah...but I'm gonna trade these for some others."

"That's cool. All the jeans are the same price...uh...I'm out of here. Let's do the bill now so I can get my share before I go. Alright, Pops?"

"Sure," Jack said. The young man added the black hat to the bill then gave it to Jack, who looked it over briefly then handed him the proper amount of money, thankful that Lieutenant Hammond had been in a position to loan them some.

"Cool, Pops," he said as he took the money. "Uh...Jake just stumbled in back...I'll send him over in case you need anything else."

"Whatever," Jack said and strolled back over to the jeans rack with Teal'c staying close at hand. The problem with used clothing was that the sizes were so damn hard to determine. The length was easy to judge, just hold the pants up in front of him, but the waist was an entirely different story. The tags, assuming there actually was one, couldn't be trusted since multiple washings led to an unknown amount of shrinkage. It was a pain in the ass, but the only way to get a good fit was to try the jeans on, which Jack had now done twice. Hopefully, the third time would be the charm.

Jack picked out three more pairs of blue jeans then headed for the dressing room and suddenly felt faint as he saw Methos standing behind the counter, speaking with their young attendant. His hair was much longer, down past his shoulders, but there was no mistaking his profile, his physique. On the bright side, at least now Jack knew where Methos must have met Teal'c. Apparently, this was another piece of the whole fulfilling destiny thing playing itself out. First had been Hammond, and now Methos. Who was next? Jack was certain that he didn't want to know. All this temporal causation crap was rapidly giving him a splitting headache, and the less he had to deal with it the better.

"Are you unwell, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked, his voice barely above a whisper so that no one else would hear. Sam had impressed upon them that they were not to divulge anything about their identities, or where they were from for fear of upsetting the timeline.

"I'm fine. Take watch," Jack said and ducked into the dressing room, pulling the curtain closed as he saw Methos moving in their direction. He and Methos couldn't meet here and now; they were destined to meet at The Academy. Nor could Methos be allowed to meet Daniel and Sam, nor could they be allowed to see him; it would raise far too many questions. It was a good thing Jack had sent them outside. "Don't panic, Jack," he told himself and took a deep breath as he set about trying on a pair of the jeans.

"Watch?" Teal'c whispered, pulling the curtain slightly open.

"That new guy coming over," Jack motioned with his eyebrows, "I don't want him to see me...he might want more money for helping me, or something," he whispered, quickly making an excuse.

"A gratuity," Teal'c said in his typical stoic fashion and received a quick nod from Jack, who then pulled the curtain shut once again. Teal'c bowed his head slightly as he recalled how he had become acquainted with the Tau'ri ritual when dining out with Daniel and Jack. He'd thought it curious at the time and still did. Why should people be paid twice to do their job - once by their employer and again by a customer? 'Tipping' as Daniel had called it was one of the many Tau'ri rituals, which Teal'c didn't fully understand, and he doubted that he ever would.

Meanwhile, Methos caught a glimpse of Jack's rear just before the curtain closed and subtly licked his lips. His was one of the finest asses he'd seen in months. Maybe he could get himself a quickie before these transients moved on. That's what his co-worker had called them, and had warned him that they'd been behaving oddly. He'd even gone so far as to suggest that they be closely monitored so that they didn't make off with anything.

Methos' instincts told him that such wasn't necessary, but as he approached the dressing room, he had to agree that at least this one standing just outside it was most certainly odd. He was dark-skinned, roughly 6'3" tall, with an Afro wig on his head that was cocked to one side, threatening to fall off. By the time Methos was standing in front of him, the wig was falling and Methos caught it before it could get halfway to the floor.

"Here, let me help you with this," Methos offered with a smile, causing Jack to catch his breath at the sound of his lover's voice. Jack could hear the subtle hint of seduction in his tone, and wondered if he'd set his eyes on Teal'c, or if maybe there was someone else standing nearby, who had gotten Methos' attention.

"Your assistance is not required," Teal'c said and reached for the wig, but Methos didn't give it over, so he paused, not wanting to make a scene by grabbing it from him.

Jack then peered around the edge of the curtain and monitored their conversation as he took off the one pair of jeans, they didn't fit right either, and grabbed for one of the others. He managed a quick peek at Methos' eyes and saw they had that adorable gleam to them; he was definitely on the prowl.

"That's some serious tattoo you've got," Methos said, tucking the wig under his arm as he gazed at Teal'c's forehead, marveling at the golden emblem of Apophis that had seemingly been burned into the flesh. "You into Egyptology?"

"My friends and I have limited finances, and therefore cannot provide you with a gratuity. Any attempt to garner one will be a waste of your time," Teal'c stated matter-of-factly, causing Jack to smile and nearly laugh. Sometimes Teal'c had such a unique way of expressing himself.

"Calm down, man. I don't want your money," Methos said. This guy wasn't odd; he was burned out on drugs or something. Talk about a head case. Probably explained why he'd let someone do the tattoo. It had to have hurt like hell.

"Then what is your purpose in approaching us?"

"It's my job. I work here," Methos said, looking a bit befuddled. "Let me help you with this," he said, holding the wig out between them, judging how best to make it work. He pursed his lips and scanned a nearby collection of headscarves then selected a long pink one that went with Teal'c's attire and used it to secure the wig to his head. He stepped back and gave an approving smile then waved for Teal'c to look in the mirror. "How's that?"

"It would appear to be sufficient," Teal'c said, gazing at his reflection, noting that his emblem and scalp were now completely concealed. "Thank you," he said and gave Methos a tiny bow, feeling the wig remaining still as he did so. "Most sufficient, indeed."

"You're welcome," Methos said and shifted his gaze to the dressing room. The man inside it had stopped moving, but he had yet to emerge, or even draw back the curtain. What was he doing back there? "So, what's the story with your friend behind the curtain?"

Jack took a deep swallow as he heard the nudge in Methos' voice and realized that he was Methos' target. He must have seen Jack somehow. Shit. Sam's lecture about the timeline replayed in his mind, and Jack began to move, picking up his dagger and securing it out of sight. Now that he'd finally found jeans that provided a decent fit, it was time to get Methos' attention drawn elsewhere then get himself and his team the hell out of Dodge.

"I am not at liberty to discuss the details concerning..."

"Enough," Methos said, raising a hand to silence Teal'c. "Listen," he said, projecting his voice slightly to be sure he was heard by his target. "I'm only working a four-hour shift today. If your friend wants to swing back by...I'll buy him a beer. If not...no sweat...alright?"

Teal'c opened his mouth to respond, but paused as he heard Jack clearing his throat to get his attention. He then heard Jack's muffled voice and made out what sounded like the word 'alone' and gave Methos a tiny smile.

"Perhaps my friend and I could discuss your proposal alone?"

"Whatever, man," Methos said and walked away shaking his head. His co-worker had been right; they were definitely behaving oddly. Maybe he should just forget trying to lay the man...it wasn't like he couldn't find someone else for the evening. He let out a tiny sigh then realized that he hadn't gotten paid for the headscarf he'd placed on the tall guy's head. He turned back, intending to go collect, and saw Teal'c walking briskly out the door with Jack on his heels. "Damn it," Methos chided himself and gave pursuit.

Jack hit the sidewalk with a sense of urgency on his face that Sam immediately picked up on. By the time he and Teal'c were three steps out of the store, she had the others in the bus then she jumped on taking the driver's seat and started the engine. Damn, but she was good. Jack pressed forward, having Teal'c climb onboard first, then paused just outside the door, tempted to glance back.

Methos reached the sidewalk, scanning the area outside the store and saw the brightly painted bus with its engine sounding as if it were warming up then caught sight of his target. Black hat and leather jacket, blue jeans that hugged his firm ass so delightfully; and he was getting onto the bus, probably to never be seen again. Damn it. Not only had Methos missed out on getting his hands on the guy; he was now going to have to pay for the headscarf out of his own pocket.

"Go," Jack ordered and took the passenger seat up front, watching Methos in the side mirror. Damn, but he was gorgeous. Even with the long hair and the hippie outfit, he still stirred something deep within Jack's soul.

"Sir? What happened?" Sam asked quietly, not wanting to alarm their hosts, who were allowing them to share their ride back east.

"Someone was getting too interested in us."

"Interested?"

"Don't ask," Jack said and let out a deep breath as Methos faded from his view.

Methos stared after the bus until he could see it no more, feeling more than a little disappointed. He was soon to be over it though, as a voluptuous young blonde woman approached him; placed a flower in his hair; and gave him a warm, inviting hug.

~ ~ ~

Methos shut down Daniel's office; took up his attaché; and headed into the corridor. When SG-1 hadn't returned by midweek, he'd made arrangements with Hammond and stayed on for an extra couple of days, citing a desire to keep an eye on Daniel's apartment for him. He'd kept his focus on his work and had managed to accomplish a great deal during those two days, but now the week was over and it was time to go home. Methos would come back down on Sunday evening as planned to have dinner with Jack. Hopefully, SG-1 would be back by then, but whether they were or they weren't, life had to go on.

Jack and Methos had discussed early on in their relationship what one would do if the other suddenly disappeared, and that was how they'd agreed to approach things. Jack had said to not even consider the worst unless he'd been gone for at least thirty days, and Methos wasn't going to dishonor his lover's wishes. Staying the week in Colorado Springs had been understandable. If their roles were reversed, Jack would have done the same; Methos was sure. Now, though, it was time to return to Denver and tend to things. If he didn't and Jack found out he'd stayed around brooding, he'd kick him in the ass and Methos wouldn't blame him one bit.

Methos strode slowly down the corridor and pressed the button to call the elevator then he heard the P.A. system spring to life.

"Unauthorized off-world activation."

Instantly, Methos made for the stairwell, not wanting to wait for the elevator. He exited on Level 27 and went into the briefing room where he'd watched SG-1 as they'd left on Monday. He had no place waiting with the others in the control room, no function to perform, but he did need to know who was arriving. He stared at the Iris; watched it open; and he held his breath, knowing that the person or people on the other side were friends as opposed to foes.

As SG-1 stepped through, Methos felt a weight lift off of him. He was so glad to see them, most of all Jack, his arms outstretched as he came down the ramp, speaking with Hammond. He couldn't hear the conversation, but it didn't matter what was being said. All that mattered was that his Jack had come home.

Methos then noticed Jack's black hat, leather jacket, and blue jeans, and the light went on in his head. He looked at Teal'c, and seeing the Afro wig with the pink headscarf around it, he knew where they'd been, or more accurately when, and let out a tiny laugh. Good. Maybe he could collect his money for that scarf after all.

Jack glanced around the room, happy to be home, and caught sight of Methos in the briefing room. He was just as he'd left him, standing in nearly the very same spot. The two exchanged a knowing smile then Methos lifted his attaché, making sure that Jack saw it. He then pulled out the cell phone Jack had bought him from within, indicating that he would leave him a message. Jack nodded his understanding then followed off after his team, while Methos stopped by Hammond's office for a brief chat before heading out.

~ ~ ~

Jack arrived at his house and smiled upon seeing Methos' car parked on the street as he turned his truck onto driveway. Methos' message had been all of four words - see you at home. Technically, that could have meant Methos' own apartment, linguists thrived on semantics; and Jack had been fully prepared to pack a bag and head for Denver if Methos wasn't at his house. Jack might still do that anyway, but he'd bounce the idea of his lover first.

"Honey, I'm home," Jack called out playfully as he shut the door.

"Hey," Methos said as he approached from the living room. "Welcome back," he said with a smile and drew Jack in for a deep, passionate kiss that left him gasping for air as Methos finally let go.

"Missed me, huh?" Jack teased.

"You could say that," Methos said with a wink then followed along after Jack as he headed for the laundry.

"I need to get these clothes in the washer," Jack explained and emptied his socks and boxers as well as the jeans and shirt he'd bought from his duffle bag directly into the machine.

"Where's the jacket you were wearing?"

"I have it going through the base for dry cleaning...cheaper that way."

"Ah," Methos said with a nod and took hold of the black hat as Jack pulled it out of the bag. "You know, I saw this guy once wearing a hat like this, leather jacket, blue jeans...had a superb ass..." he purposely drifted off.

"Really?" Jack asked, returning Methos' playful tone with one of his own. He must have figured out where he'd met Teal'c.

"Yeah...kind of squirrelly though...went ducking out of the store I was working in without paying."

"I paid the other guy," Jack said with a tiny protest, taking the hat from Methos' hands.

"Not for Teal'c's scarf," Methos countered and gave Jack a sly grin. "You know, I had to pay for that out of my own pocket."

"Oh...I suppose you want me to reimburse you now?" Jack asked.

"With interest," Methos purred and drew Jack in for another deep kiss.

"I have an idea," Jack said, taking his lips back. "Let's go to your place."

"My place?"

"Yeah...you need to tend to things there."

"You have things here...."

"My place gets left alone all the time...we'll go take care of yours first...my stuff can wait until Sunday."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, besides, I have the urge for you to bake me a cake," Jack said, running his hands along Methos' hips.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and your kitchen counter doesn't get as cold as mine does."

"Will you bring along the leather?" Methos asked, holding back his laughter.

"Sure."

"Then I'll bake."

"Nice," Jack sighed and let loose his hold. "I'll get my bag. You head out. I'll catch up."

"Okay," Methos said and gave Jack a brief kiss then retrieved his trench coat and went to his car.

About five miles along the Interstate, Jack caught up to Methos; pulled along side; gave him a devious grin; then left him eating his dust. The race was on. They drove as fast as they dared, careful to slow up when other cars were around, but with the traffic so light, Jack and Methos fell easily into a game of leapfrog, taking turns passing each other. On the outskirts of Denver, Jack went zooming back into the lead then he saw Methos in the rearview mirror, cutting across the traffic lanes to get off the freeway. One mile later, Jack saw the 'Men Working Ahead' sign and didn't have a chance in hell of avoiding the backup.

When Jack finally arrived at Methos' apartment, he used his key to let himself in, dropped his duffle bag in the hallway and then made for the kitchen, the aroma of cinnamon tickling his nose. Once inside he was treated to the sight of his lover dressed in nothing more than his boxers.

"You started baking already?" Jack asked as he entered the room.

"No," Methos chuckled. "Just making some tea. Want some?"

"I'll pass," Jack said and placed a tender kiss on Methos' forehead then went into the refrigerator and helped himself to a beer. "You cheated," he said and took a long draught from the bottle.

"I listened to the traffic report," Methos countered and pulled the eggs and milk from the refrigerator. "Should I start now?"

"Anxious?" Jack asked as he teased the tip of his beer bottle with his tongue.

"Well, you have kept me waiting all the way from Colorado Springs."

"Good point," Jack said with a smile and slipped out of his shoes and socks.

"Hmm," Methos purred, anticipating what was to come. This game would never grow old for him; Jack played it so damn well. He mixed the dry ingredients into a bowl and set it aside and was rewarded with a view of Jack's bared chest. Then he mixed the wet ingredients in the large mixer bowl and Jack took his shirt completely off and loosened his belt. By the time Methos had everything into the one bowl and the mixer set to run the appropriate length of time, Jack was down to wearing nothing more than his button-fly leather boxers.

"On the counter?" Jack asked as he slowly undid the buttons to allow Methos access.

"Yessss..." Methos hissed and lifted Jack onto the counter then nuzzled his hardened cock, still cradled in the leather, yet sticking out enough to allow him the exquisite pleasure of feeling both against his cheeks. "Wonderful."

"Yeah," Jack sighed then finished off his beer as the mixer stopped.

Methos quickly poured the batter into the prepared tube pan; put it into the oven; and started the timer before returning to stand in front of Jack. He took in a deep breath then blew teasingly on Jack's tip as he began stroking his base. Jack shuddered in response then let out a tiny moan as Methos drew him in past his lips. The next thing Jack knew Methos was lifting him off the counter and pulling the boxers off, planting his bared bottom down onto the tile.

"Mind if I borrow these?" Methos asked as he took the boxers down Jack's legs.

"Not at all," Jack said and let out a sigh as Methos ran his tongue along the underside of Jack's length.

"Lean over the counter," Methos whispered then dropped his boxers to the floor and put on the leather ones. As they went over his hips, they felt so damn good, a little tight, maybe, but that just made them even more pleasurable. He leaned past Jack, rubbing his leather-cupped arousal against Jack's crack as he reached inside the towel where he's stashed the lube to warm.

"Prepared, huh?" Jack teased and leaned further forward as Methos' slicked fingers made for his entrance. After a few passes with one finger, Methos pressed in with two and hit Jack's sweet spot, causing him to close his eyes and let out a deep moan.

"I'm gonna fuck your fine ass...take you right here...make you cum," Methos growled and continued his preparations, telling Jack over and over how hot he was, how tight his ass was going to feel. Once Jack was opened enough, Methos slid in slowly, just breaching the first layer of muscle, letting his lover have his first feel of leather brushing against the inside of his crack. "How's that?"

"Good," Jack sighed. Methos inched in a little more. "Damn...no won..." He moved in even more. "...der you like...uh...." Jack let out a deep moan of delight as Methos pushed the last bit until he was fully sheathed, the leather jammed between Jack's ass cheeks, adding to the intensity of the sensation in a way that Jack found incredible. Why the hell hadn't he tried this before? He knew the leather felt great on his cock...but this was...so...

"Easy, my love," Methos whispered and took hold of Jack's hips to steady him then thrust a few times, slowly, setting a comfortable rhythm, then he gradually increased his pace.

Between the heat from the oven and the friction building between them, Jack and Methos were both soon dripping with sweat, lost in the feel of their connection, Methos pounding as hard as he dared, not wanting to hurt Jack, while Jack leaned heavily on the counter for support, feeling his knees might give out at any moment, but he couldn't have cared less. He was lost in the cascades of pleasure overtaking him as Methos ground his ass then he felt the bittersweet shiver run through him and took a deep breath.

"I'm cumming," Jack whispered and began to erupt, Methos' hand getting around to hold his cock and pump him the rest of the way, ramming his cock in as far as possible as he started his release as well. A moment later the Aftershock hit and Jack fell backwards, nearly limp in Methos' arms.

"Easy...hold on...so good," Methos whispered as he cradled Jack, soothing him as he supported both of them. Methos was feeling weak in the knees himself, but he wasn't going to let his lover fall.

"Maybe we should save that for the shower where we have two walls to brace against," Jack quipped as his dizziness waned.

"Yes...but without the leather...wouldn't want it to get wet," Methos joked in return and guided Jack to lean on the counter, as he gently slid out of him.

"But I like the leather," Jack pouted.

Methos laughed and gave Jack a big bear hug, rubbing the leather one last time against his bottom before he took the boxers off.

"Well, next time we use it, we'll make sure we're not standing up," Methos said and turned Jack around then drew him in for a warm, lingering kiss, their passion growing as their hands roamed across one another's flesh.

"How much time left?"

"For what, my love?" Methos asked as he feasted on Jack's chest.

"The cake."

"Don't worry about it. I set the oven to turn itself off...it'll be fine."

"Won't it dry out?"

"It's a coffee cake," Methos said with a shrug. "If it gets too dry, we'll drizzle it with icing and take it to the base for Daniel."

"Okay," Jack sighed and ran his fingers across Methos' chest. "How 'bout I drizzle you with icing?" he smirked.

"Maybe later," Methos chuckled and guided Jack to the bedroom, squeezing his ass all the way until Jack dropped them both down onto the bed. "Five days without you...not knowing where you were...if you were hurt," Methos whispered as he nuzzled Jack's neck.

"Seven for me."

"What?"

"Some temporal something or other...we were gone a week our time," Jack said and cupped Methos' chin so he could look him in the eye. "When the bus pulled away, I watched you in the side mirror...you were so damn gorgeous."

"Are you saying that you want me to grow my hair long?" Methos teased.

"No," Jack chuckled and lowered his hand, allowing Methos to resume his feast. After a while, Jack felt Methos starting to harden against his thigh and ran his hand along the back of Methos' head to get his attention.

"Something wrong?"

"No...uh...your recovery time...seems back to normal," Jack observed. "For you, that is," he chuckled. Methos still put him to shame with his ability to bounce back so damn quickly.

"Yes, I guess it is," Methos agreed. "I wonder..."

"What?"

"Well, I thought about what you said...about touching something..."

"What did you touch?" Jack asked, a trace of apprehension in his voice.

"The Stargate...it sent a shiver through my entire body...left me feeling tingly all over. I thought at the time that it was just excitement...but now....you ever hear of that happening to anyone else?"

"No, but it's not the kind of thing many military guys are gonna want to admit," Jack said, pursing his lips.

"Yes, well, we'll have to wait and see if it happens again, I suppose," Methos whispered and resumed his feast as he moved to straddle Jack's hips. "Meantime...how's that go? Leave no man behind?" he said with a smirk and began to rub their cocks together as he leaned in to nibble on Jack's neck.

~ ~ ~

Jack landed on the mat and gave Methos an annoyed glare as he rose to his feet. That was the fourth time that he'd been knocked down, and he was tired of it already. Lucky for him they were wearing protective headgear and boxing gloves; and thankfully, no one else was in the gym yet to see his embarrassing performance. Still, the cameras were recording everything. What the hell was Methos doing, fighting like he'd been doing so for centuries? It was time for Jack to give him a gentle reminder.

"Not bad for an academic," Jack said, locking eyes with Methos then he gave a quick glance to the camera.

"I think you're just taking it easy on me," Methos chuckled and gave Jack a tiny wink, letting him know that he understood the message. This was going to be a really good workout. Sparring was far more challenging when Methos had to consciously conceal his true fighting abilities.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna let you have it now," Jack said and made a diversionary move with his right, followed closely by his real punch from the left, which connected with Methos' jaw, sending him to the mat for a change. Jack thought he took the fall very well, of course, he was a tad biased on the matter....

"Good foot work," Methos said as he rose to his feet, staring at Jack's left hand. He'd seen the punch coming by the way Jack had twitched his left hand. What he'd done with his right was entirely irrelevant. If Methos hadn't been falling for the camera, he would have easily countered Jack's punch and landed one of his own to Jack's ribs. No matter how it appeared to others, Methos was, in fact, the one doing the training here, and he wasn't going to cease giving his lover a few pointers.

"Thanks," Jack said and shook his left hand in the air, acknowledging Methos' stare. "Be sure you don't give away your intentions by twitching or anything," he said, letting Methos know that he understood what he'd done. Showing his tells during hand-to-hand combat was a weakness that Jack was working to overcome, and he'd trained with Methos enough off and on over the past few months to know how to read his eyes concerning his mistakes. Not that Jack wasn't improving, for he was, but there were a core of bad habits he'd acquired over the years that he was all too familiar with, and twitching was one of them.

"I'll keep that in mind," Methos said then he saw Teal'c and his trainee of the morning entering from the far side of the room. "Right on time," he observed and turned away, going for his water bottle.

"T," Jack called out as his teammate approached.

"O'Neill," he responded, giving Jack an odd look. What were others doing here? Usually, Teal'c had the gym to himself and his trainee on any given Monday morning that SG-1 weren't off world.

"Colonel," the young lieutenant with him said, coming to attention. Even in sweats, Jack still deserved the respect due his rank.

"At ease, Henderson," Jack said, flashing a grin. "We're working out; not debriefing."

"Yes, sir," Henderson said and took the mock staff weapon, which Teal'c was handing over to him.

"Little training?" Jack asked.

"Indeed," Teal'c said and began his routine with Henderson without any further dialogue.

"Right," Jack said and wetted his lips then took position to resume his sparring with Methos, who still had his back to them all. "Come on, Doc. How long does it take you to drink water?" he nudged, feigning irritation.

"I'm fixing my glove," Methos said as he turned around, messing with the base of his right glove. He traded a tiny smile with Henderson then flashed a grin at Teal'c then focused back on his glove.

"For cryin' out loud," Jack sighed and moved to take his glove off so that he could 'help' Methos with his, but, as hoped for, Teal'c stepped forward to offer his assistance.

"Allow me," Teal'c said and moved to take hold of Methos' hand.

"Thanks," Methos said and gazed at Teal'c's forehead as if seeing it for the first time. "You must be Teal'c."

"Indeed," Teal'c said as he finished with the glove then he gazed carefully at Methos, wondering why he seemed so very familiar. "You are new to this facility."

"Yes. Doctor Adam Pierson. I'm working with Daniel...uh...Doctor Jackson."

"I see," Teal'c said and started to step away, but then stopped and stared into Methos' eyes.

"Problem, Teal'c?" Jack asked.

"I believe I am experiencing what Daniel Jackson called déjà vu."

"Really?" Methos asked. "Why?"

"Of this I am uncertain," Teal'c replied and arched an eyebrow as he pondered Methos' face. "Do you perchance have a relative living in Colorado?"

"Adam's from England; he's not gonna have any relatives..."

"Wait, Jack," Methos said, cutting him off. "I do have an uncle who came over during the mid-sixties," he said with a chuckle. "He was a bit strange...decided to tour the States, bounced from one town to another...I can't say where exactly though..."

"I see," Teal'c said and backed away, his curiosity satisfied. The man at the clothing store in the year 1969 must have been this uncle he spoke of. "I believe I saw your uncle during our last mission," he stated and returned to his position across from Henderson.

"When the Stargate sent you back in time?" Methos asked curiously, letting his inner scientist fully emerge.

"Yes," Teal'c said and raised his staff, prompting Henderson to do the same.

"That's it? No more details?" Methos asked in disbelief and took a step forward, but was halted by Jack's hand on his shoulder.

"Let it go, Doc. You can talk to him about it later," Jack said and watched as Henderson landed on the mat for what was certain to be the first of many times. "When T gets focused on his training; he doesn't make conversation."

"Oh...maybe you know what he's talking about?"

"No...can't help ya," Jack sighed and started taking off his gloves. "Listen, your mind's obviously not on sparring. Let's hit the shower then the commissary."

"Okay," Methos agreed and started to stow his gear along side Jack's. "Uh...so is he always so difficult to speak with, or only while he's busy training?" he asked with a hint of a tease in his voice.

"Teal'c isn't exactly forthcoming with information," Jack said, confirming Methos' suspicion.

"So, you're telling me that speaking with him will be a challenge?"

"It can be...but nowhere near as challenging as trading bodies with the big lug," Jack quipped.

"Trading bodies?"

"Yeah, he tried to shave my head," Jack snorted and gave Methos a curious look. "You didn't see that file yet?"

"No," Methos said and held Jack still so he could look into his eyes to see if he were simply joking, but quickly saw that he was not. "You must tell me about this."

"Sure," Jack chuckled, tossing his towel toward the open hamper. "It started when we ran into this guy named Machello...."

Methos followed Jack out of the gym, hanging on every word. In all his days, Methos had experienced a virtual plethora of adventures, ranging the entire globe. And even though he'd just recently been introduced to the existence of aliens, Methos had still reasoned that he'd seen just about everything there was to see. Perhaps, the Goa'uld had a different genetic makeup, but they were egotistical tyrants, and, hell, Methos had seen plenty of them. Now, though, as Jack described the process of trading bodies with Teal'c and how it had felt, Methos understood the enormity of the Stargate Program and its consequences. At that moment, Methos realized that he was living in a new world, one that Jack had been in ahead of him, but that they now shared; and that his greatest adventures were yet to come.

FIN