Fic: Life or Living?
Reposting of an earlier fic-then called Dashboard confession- as I have tweaked and prefer this version.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: PG-13 for theme?
Summary: Jack reverts to form when he can't cope with what he's feeling.
Season: Any, although I see it as end of S5 but before Daniel's Demise
Spoilers for: Slight for the Movie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the program, only the setting I've placed them in
Warnings: angst, character death
You never touch him, not anymore, despite how your body sways towards him, will always seek him. Never reach across that gaping expanse, soak up the heat of him.
Because you can’t.
Shouldn’t want to.
But it’s hard, getting harder every day. You can see no way out, except this. You’ve wanted it before. And this will keep him safe.
Safe from you and them.
And when you sit on the edge of the bed, the cold metal cradled in your hands wondering how the barrel will taste against your tongue as one finger squeezes the trigger to blow your brains across the bookshelves, the last thought that trips through your grey matter will be, that they won.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: PG-13 for theme?
Summary: Jack reverts to form when he can't cope with what he's feeling.
Season: Any, although I see it as end of S5 but before Daniel's Demise
Spoilers for: Slight for the Movie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the program, only the setting I've placed them in
Warnings: angst, character death
You never touch him, not anymore, despite how your body sways towards him, will always seek him. Never reach across that gaping expanse, soak up the heat of him.
Because you can’t.
Shouldn’t want to.
But it’s hard, getting harder every day. You can see no way out, except this. You’ve wanted it before. And this will keep him safe.
Safe from you and them.
And when you sit on the edge of the bed, the cold metal cradled in your hands wondering how the barrel will taste against your tongue as one finger squeezes the trigger to blow your brains across the bookshelves, the last thought that trips through your grey matter will be, that they won.