dr_daniel_jackson | Getting Caught

Getting Caught

Daniel had left Colorado feeling both content and torn. He missed Methos and he knew the older man would laugh at him for being so sentimental. He carried the glock everywhere he went, keeping it well hidden on himself. Even in the museum he kept it in a shoulder holster for fear that his teammates or someone worse might come looking for him.

He'd been in New York for almost two weeks when he started packing up to get ready to leave for Egypt. He'd already sent several boxes ahead and they'd be at his home there by the time he arrived. He packed up the last of Methos' journals in a duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder as he headed out of the museum and headed for the hotel where he'd been staying. He wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to his surroundings and therefore didn't realize he was being followed. He entered the Plaza hotel and made for the elevator which took him to the tenth floor. Stepping out of the elevator, he headed three doors down to his suite and swiped the card to unlock the door. Inside, he set the bag to one side, closed the door behind him and headed further into the room. He had just turned towards the mini-bar when pain exploded in his head and he was out cold.

When he woke, it was dark in the room except for a couple of low lights that weren't clsoe to him. He tried to move and realized he was bound to the bed. What the hell...

"Hello?"

"You know, it's taken me a while to figure out where the hell you disappeared to," came a familiar voice. "I don't like having to track you down, Daniel. You know I'm not a patient man."

"Screw you, Jack," Daniel growled out angrily. "I don't work for you or your government anymore. Now let me go and get the hell out of here before I forget we every had a friendship and I just kill you myself."

"Why Daniel... I think you're angry. Look, just... tell me what I want to know and all of this can stop. You have my word..."

Daniel shook his head. He didn't believe that for a moment. He should have just gone straight to the airport. For a brief moment, he wondered where Methos might be... or what he might do if he found Daniel like this...

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"A few?" Daniel said with a grin. "Something tells me your few is probably ten times the twenty-five I know, old man." He settled back down against his lovers chest, eyes closing slowly. "What about cooking?" he asked after a moment of silence between them.

"There's a stove and a kitchen. And I stocked up when we stopped at the store. I happen to be a very good cook." he said, playing idly with Daniel's hair.

"Hmmm... I'll get you to show me later. Right now, I'm too comfortable to move..."

"Well, I can make breakfast in the morning. What would you like? Pancakes, omelets, sausage...?"

"All of the above?" Daniel looked up at Methos with a grin. "I've got a high metabolism and I'm a really good eater..."

"Perhaps I should have bought more food." he joked, but he wasn't worried. He'd bought plenty of food and they wouldn't be in danger of starvation even if they were traveling to Japan.

Daniel chuckled softly and settled back down once more. He was quiet for a moment or two before speaking again, a slight hint of fear in his voice as he did so.

"You're sure we're far enough away from shore, right?" he asked softly.

Methos kissed the top of his head, comfortingly, "I can stay up a while longer and get us out farther... and you can rest."

"I'm sorry if my fears seem irrational," he whispered quietly, shifting to his side, but still facing his lover as he did so. "I just... can't get the memories out of my head just yet..."

"I understand." Methos kissed him, before slipping out of the bed, and throwing on a pair of boxers, "And I'm equally paranoid and would feel better after getting some more distance between us and them, as well."

"Want me come up with you or should I stay down here?"

"I you want the rest, feel free. But I wouldn't mind the company." he smiled.

Daniel slipped out of bed, pulling just his jeans back on and following Methos topside, enjoying the coolness of the nighttime air.

"It's beautiful out here at night..."

Methos nodded, looking up at the sky, as they walked to the wheelhouse, "Can see the stars much better here, than in New York."

"One thing of mine that I will miss," he said softly as he came up behind Methos, wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin on the elder's shoulder. "My telescope, especially out here where man-made lights won't hinder the nighttime sky...'

"Too bad Amanda's not one for stargazing." he noted, as he pulled up anchor and started the boat once more in motion.

"It's funny... some of the Immortals look to the stars for comfort. 'As immutable as the stars'. That while things down here change so quickly, the stars remain the same. Only, for me that's not the case. The stars look nothing like they did when I was a child."

"Five thousand years can change the stars and how they look to us. I'm not surprised they look different to you now than they would have as a child." He kept his arms wrapped around his lover as the boat began moving further into the ocean. "One of these days, when I have another telescope at my disposal, maybe you'll show me where things once were when you were a child."

"I'd like that." Methos agreed, steering the boat, but glancing back at him with a soft smile. He pecked him on the cheek.

Daniel pressed in closer to his lover and rested his hands over the man's chest, feeling the heart beat beneath that broad chest.

"So would I, love."

He rested back against Daniel, and one hand came to rest over the hands on his chest, "I can't wait."

Daniel smiled softly.

"So, tell me about where we're planning to live in Morroco... someplace away from a central city I hope? Some place where we can lay out on a back porch and search the stars at night, together..."

"I was thinking some place just outside of Tangier, near the Strait of Gibraltar where the Mediterranean meets the Atlantic Ocean." he spoke wistfully, at the thought of it.

"Hmmm... sounds like a beautiful place. I heartily agree with your plans."

"As well you should. I've very wise." he smirked, teasingly.

"And oh so modest," Daniel answered kissing the back of his lover's neck. "I am in need of coffee. Why don't I go make us some while you get us settled for the night."

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