A/N: Hello everyone! This is just a little pre-slash piece I wrote, originally written as a oneshot, but now that I'm working on a sequel, I think I'll just post it as another chapter. Enjoy!

"I'm not gay." Jack was positive these weren't the three little words Daniel was expecting, and shifted uneasily on the spot. Soft blue eyes gazed imploringly up at him.

"You're not gay, or you don't love me?" Daniel asked, taking another step closer. Jack tried to move away from him, despite the fact that there was still a good five feet between them, but found he was already up against the wall. The door, leading to the freedom of the rest of the base was located behind Daniel, and much to Jack's chagrin, was closed.

"I'm not gay," Jack repeated stubbornly. Daniel noticed his discomfort and compromised position and took advantage of it. Bastard, thought Jack, as the other man closed the gap between them, and eyed him up and down excruciatingly slowly before speaking.

"But you love me." It was a statement, not a question.

"I didn't say that!" Jack pointed out quickly. Daniel pushed his glasses up on his nose. He was still giving Jack that look. It was a look that said he wanted Jack, a look that was hungry, almost predatory. He raised a hand to brush Jack's cheek.

"It's true though," he said. Jack pressed himself harder against the wall, his eyes still focused on Daniels face, and he found he couldn't look away.

"Just like a brother- a teammate, not like a…It's the same way I feel about Teal'c or Sam…" he trailed off, hoping Daniel would get what he was trying to say.

"No," Daniel mused, staring longingly into Jack's eyes, "It's not. I can tell. When our hands brush and you close your eyes; the way you watch me in the mornings, when we share a tent, and you think I'm still asleep; the way we always share a tent more than anyone else; how whenever I get injured, you're always the first person I see when I wake up; how you always bring me coffee when I'm up late, working on translations. I love you, Jack. I think you love me too."

He stood there for another minute, still staring Jack straight in the eye. Then, without saying anything else, he suddenly turned on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him.

There Jack remained, frozen in the semi-darkness, the only light coming from the small desk lamp on Daniel's desk. Wild thoughts, crazy, unthinkable thoughts were running through his head, unchecked and untamed. Slowly he sank to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest. He sighed.

"I-" he began "I love him." He raised his eyes to the ceiling and looked about him. The earth wasn't crumbling beneath him, nor it appeared had it been consumed by a raging fire, and since the world didn't seem to be ending, he continued.

"Maybe I'm gay."