Title: I Only Have Eyes For You

Author: Magicsunbeam

Email: magicsunbeam@ntlworld.com

Category: /POV

Rating: G

Season:

Spoilers: none

Summary: Jack's ramblings (and I MEAN ramblings) after a couple of Jack Daniels.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions; all the powers that be, not me; This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement intended. The story is the property of the author and may not be posted without the author's consent.

Authors notes: Thanx again to the wunnerful Whosthatwotzit for the marvellous beating. You know how Granny needs it ;) J.

I Only Have Eyes For You

by Magicsunbeam

I feel like a pervert.

All this sneaking around, hiding in the shadows, and staying out of sight is okay if you're trying to beat the Goa`uld. But I'm not trying to beat a Goa`uld, not this time.

What I <am> is a little brave. A braveness borne from a little too much alcohol I grant you, but brave all the same. If her dad knew I was out here watching his one and only daughter, his pride and joy, (even if he doesn't say it often enough) I'd have some <major> explaining to do.

I wouldn't consider myself to be a sentimental guy. I don't really go for the mushy stuff, although when the situation warrants it, I have been known to lose the cool exterior on occasion.

Like that time I thought Daniel was gone. I mean gone, as in dead. On Klorel's ship. That has got to have been one of the hardest things I've done so far, in the battle with the snakeheads. After Iraq, <NO one> gets left behind, but he was dying. He knew it, and I knew it. We also knew that time was running out, and that if I hesitated any longer; we would have all died with him. So I left him. Jesus, Joseph and Mary, I left him.

In the rush, I forgot about the fact there was a sarcophagus onboard the ship, but it seems Daniel didn't. How in the hell he got himself there, and off that ship before it blew is beyond me, but thank you God, he did.

When he appeared out of the throng waiting in the gate room, I couldn't help myself. I was so damned pleased to see him; I gave him the biggest grin and nearly crushed him in a bear hug.

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As I said, I'm not big on sentiment, so I was surprised by the effect the song had on me. I hadn't heard that particular tune in a while. I liked Garfunkel a lot. I should really take time to dig out the albums sometime.

I'd had a long, boring day.

We got back from PC yadda-yadda just before dawn. It was another early return, Daniel's fault this time. I swear to God, he's like a five year old sometimes. He <has> to touch. Well he did, and he paid for it, yet again. You'd think by the amount of times he's been zapped at, dropped on, sucked in, and dragged under, he'd have <learned> by now, wouldn't you? Nooo, not <our> Daniel.

He didn't come out of it too badly this time. Just a bump on the head where a rock hit him and a bit of an asthma attack triggered by the amount of dust he had to breathe in while we dug him out.

Anyway, because of the hour, we had a debriefing right after Fraiser was through with us. Then the General put us all on down time for the next three days. Teal'c went off to Chulak. Daniel is staying with Fraiser for a day or so, and serve him right. Carter went home to `catch up on some stuff.`

Me? Well after a few hours sleep, I got to do some catching up myself ~ with my in box. I impressed myself, and got through the stack by 17.00 hrs. Then I was out of there quicker than that pesky wabbit.

By 19.00 hrs I was bored. I was just about to pick up the phone and ask the kids round when I remembered. There was only Carter who could oblige, and I wasn't about to ask her to come over alone. That's how rumours start, you know? So, I took myself a pizza and a bottle of Jack Daniels, and headed out to watch the stars for a while. The only plan I had was to get quietly inebriated, eventually fall into bed, and sleep the next day away.

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I <love> it up on that roof. Just me and several billion, kazillion stars. The only other distraction was the quiet babbling of the radio. It was when I was taking a close look at Jupiter, that I heard Art crooning softly.

"Are the stars out tonight?"

Oh, sureyoubetacha.

"I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. I only have eyes for you, dear."

As I watched the heavens and listened to the song, it happened. I began to think of her. Her face. Her smile. Her bubbly laughter. Suddenly, I wanted to see her. I <needed> to see her. I thought of calling, but what would I say? `I know it's late and I know I'm half canned, but is it okay for me to come over? ` Nah, I'd probably only frighten her, the state I'm in. I couldn't do that.

I tried to think rationally. I'd had too much to drink. It was getting late already, so by the time I got over there it would be even later, (Sherlock Holmes, eat your heart out.) and what would I say if I <did> go? `I heard a song on the radio and had to see you. ` I could imagine the reception something like <that> would get.

If I'm truthful, I've been thinking more and more about her lately. Which in itself is not such a bad thing, but I know it will get me nowhere. We can never be. Yet, I couldn't get her out of my mind. I <had> to go to see her, even if it meant hiding in the shadows and watching her from across the street. I needed to see her face.

Stupidity then took centre stage. Despite the whiskey. Despite knowing the cries of horror if they found out what I'd done, I got in my jeep and I drove.

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So. Here I am. It seemed to take forever, but I got here. I parked the jeep up the road a way, in case she heard the engine and decided to take a look to see who was outside. The curtains haven't been pulled yet, and I can see her moving about the place, doing last minute jobs. I love looking at her, always have. She is has the type of face that would light the darkest of rooms. A smile that would melt an ice cap.

I can't believe how just <seeing> a person from a distance can help pacify a need. Yet, standing here, I'm satisfied with what I see. I no longer feel the urgent need to intrude.

Suddenly, the front door opens and a man steps out onto the porch. Whoa, I didn't know her dad was in town. I step a little further back into the shadows, I can do without the aforementioned explanation. He leaves her with a kiss and my insides do a flip. Get over it O'Neill, for crying out loud. He climbs into his car and as he pulls off the drive, I hear her call:

"Goodnight, Dad."

He's gone and she closes the door.

I jump when someone close by opens a door and puts out the trash. It's not until then that I realise I've been standing in someone's yard, for the last thirty minutes, spying on a woman like I'm some damned pervert. I'm lucky not to have been dragged off to the local police department.

Okay. So I'm happy now. I've seen her. She's okay. I'm okay. Her dad's okay. We're all okay. Okay? Oy, I think the JD is starting to have some major effects. Think it might be a good idea for me to sleep it off in the jeep. Don't want any accidents on the way back. I <certainly> don't want Doc sticking any honkin` needles in me, thank you. Nope, Daniel can keep the infirmary all to himself.

I watch as she draws the curtains. The lights downstairs go out, one by one, and the bedroom light comes on. Okay, time to hit the road, Jack. I push myself off the wall I've been leaning on, take one last look at the bedroom window and whisper:

"Goodnight, Sara."

I then start a slow, happy dawdle back to my jeep. I look to the skies. I can't really see the stars for the streetlamps, but I know they are there. Grinning like an idiot, I begin to sing softly.

"Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. I only have eyes for you, dear."