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Four times (not including alien influence) Jack and Daniel almost came to blows, and one time they did.


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Four times Jack and Daniel almost came to blows, and one time they did. Pt. 5-A


Daniel's fist connected solidly with Jack's chin. He was too angry and hurt for the pain in his hand to register.

"Son of a *bitch*!" Daniel stood amid the packed, and half-packed boxes in Jack's living room glaring down at his friend who lay sprawled on the floor. "When were you planning on telling me?" He wished Jack would get up because he really wanted to hit him again. "Gonna wait until the next time a wormhole opened to Atlantis and send me an email? Or maybe just let me drive over here when I got back and find the locks changed and someone else living in your house? If I hadn't seen that memo today while I was packing, I still wouldn't know." Daniel paused to catch his breath before continuing. "Get up!"

"I don't think so, Daniel." Jack rubbed his chin and worked his jaw from side to side as if testing to make sure it wasn't broken.

"Why the hell not?" He couldn't believe Jack would do this to him. The little voice in the back of his mind piped up and suggested he follow through on that thought, but Daniel was too pissed to listen to reason, even when it was coming from him.

"Because you'll hit me again and I gotta tell you, Daniel, you've got a hell of a right cross. I think I'm safer down here for the moment." It finally registered that Jack was far too calm in this situation. The pain receptors in his hand took that moment to make themselves known and as Daniel flexed his fingers he tried to calm down. Now that the initial rush of emotion was over, Daniel felt himself flush with embarrassment.

"Um, no. No, I won't." He held out his left hand to Jack, to help him up. Jack hesitated, then took it, standing with a stifled grunt. "I wanted to, but I got over it."

Jack waved him over to the sofa and headed on to the kitchen. "Glad to hear it."

"It could have been worse, Jack." Daniel sat and tried to hang onto the moment of calm. He was still hurt that Jack was apparently leaving without having said anything to him, but at least he wasn't planning on decking him again any time soon.

"And how could it have been worse." Jack came back into the living room and handed Daniel an open beer before settling onto the sofa with his.

"I could have shot you."

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you."

"Hadn't planned to, no." Jack offered his beer and Daniel tapped it lightly with his own, a silent toast to their shared past.

"It was supposed to be a surprise." Jack looked around the room and Daniel could almost see him mentally organizing stuff into boxes.

"What do you mean 'supposed to'. It is a surprise, Jack. Just not a particularly nice one." Daniel began picking at the label on his beer bottle.

"That's not what I meant." Jack sighed and ran his hand roughly through his hair. "I'm not very good at this stuff." Daniel refrained from reminding him of the last time Jack had said something along those lines, but it didn't keep it from echoing painfully through his mind.

"And it looks like I'm still screwing it up." Jack scooted over to sit closer to Daniel. He set his own beer in one of the few clear spots on the coffee table before taking Daniel's and setting it next to it.
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