Daniel made his way to Sam's lab, hoping to clarify a few technical details within a report he held in his hand, which detailed a device that SG-1 had picked up on their recent travels. He found the door ajar and slowly made to peek in, wondering if anything was wrong as the Colonel almost always kept her door open. However he paused when he heard Jack's voice from within,

"So… the regulations aren't an issue any more what with me not directly being in your chain of command any more, so I was hoping that you and I could… you know… move onwards."

Daniel's heart felt as though it was about to drop straight down into his stomach. He had had feelings for Sam for far longer than even he had known himself, but he was too scared to tell her. Funny, he thought, how he could taunt the bastard that stole his wife and yet he was scared of telling his best friend of his long held feelings for her.

He knew though that for as long as he could remember, it had always been Jack and Sam… even when she had been seeing Pete, or even well before that when she had had brief relationships with Martouf and Narim. Jack was always there, even in two alternate universes that they had encountered, and Daniel Jackson had been either dead or not part of the programme.

Not that his presence had made any difference, because even in the alternate universe that Sam experienced where he had been a part of the programme, she had been married, and divorced from McKay, of all people. The few alternate Daniels he had talked to a year previously were either:

Still married to and living with Sha're

Married to Sarah

Widowed and withdrawn with unrequited love for their Sams and had watched them marry either a Jack, a Teal'c, a McKay… or even a Cam (the black Sam)

Gay (apparently that Daniel had been living with Paul Davies for a few years)

Heck, even the maternity leave Sam had been married to Major Lorne.

It looked as though this Universe or any other for that matter weren't going to give Daniel Jackson PhD3 a break, now or any time soon.

He sighed silently, waiting for Sam's response, quietly mouthing,

"Say no, Sam. Tell him to piss off. Say no."

He peeked in, wondering at the long silence and his eyes widened in surprise on seeing Jack and Sam, the former's arms around the latter as he kissed her. Daniel couldn't get away from there fast enough. He felt dizzy, sick and everything in between. Somewhere back in the deep, dark recesses of his mind, a voice was telling him that he should be happy that two of his best friends had stopped dancing around their feelings and actually did something about it instead of making everyone want to reach for a sick bucket with the little looks. But the rest of him wasn't paying attention to that last remnant of good Daniel.