Fic: We landed in a hurricane (Crossover)
Fandoms: Invasion and Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Tom Underlay/Daniel Jackson
Rating: NC-17 (light)
Spoilers: Kind of to the end of first season Invasion. None for SG-1.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine.
Notes: Written for the Porn Battle. Prompt: interspecies diplomacy.
Summary: “How did it go?” asks General Hammond.
“Ask fish boy,” says Jack.
- - -
They’ve been to ice planets. They’ve been to water planets. They’ve been to jungles and temperate rainforests and grasslands.
But, reflects Daniel Jackson, they haven’t been to a planet that is, essentially, one permanent hurricane.
Luckily, the eye doesn’t move. And they’re pretty far away from it.
He’s never been so grateful that he stopped wearing glasses. His visibility would have been completely nil. As it is, on a scale of one to ten, he’s probably somewhere around .4. He half-wishes he didn’t even have the raincoat, because at this point, he’s soaked anyway, and all it really does is add more dead weight.
Tom Underlay, on the other hand, seems perfectly at home in the torrent of water.
Oh, that’s right. He doesn’t have to breathe.
They stumble on the water’s edge more by accident than by design; Daniel nearly slips, steadied only by Tom’s hand on his arm. Lingers a little too long for just the excuse of assistance, and when he meets Tom’s eyes, the inquiry there, the way his gaze digs, sharp and fast.
Daniel inhales.
“This the place?” asks Jack, half-shouted, more audible over Daniel’s radio than over the wind.
“This is it,” says Tom. His movements are strange, sluggish.
“You’ve been here?” calls Daniel.
“I think so,” calls Tom. Touches the water, the edge of the ocean, and distantly, Daniel can see something glow orange. Moving closer.
“Back up, back up!” yells Jack.
Tom shucks his backpack, his raincoat. His radio.
“See you in an hour,” he says.
He disappears into the water, between the raindrops.
~*~
Tom runs a hand through his hair, roughly; Daniel wrings out his bandana on the grate ramp.
“How did it go?” asks General Hammond.
“Ask fish boy,” says Jack.
Daniel looks to Tom.
“I don’t know,” says Tom. “I, uh. I don’t know.”
“Full debriefing in one hour,” says Hammond. Then, “Get yourself cleaned up.”
~*~
“What happened?” asks Daniel, pulling a shirt over his head. The shower, despite being more water, did succeed in making him feel human again.
Tom’s hand is flat against the mirror, his eyes downcast.
“Major Underlay.” Daniel steps closer. “Tom.”
Tom reacts, then, twisting around, breathing, like he didn’t realize Daniel was there.
“What happened?” repeats Daniel.
Tom looks away, again. “I went under the water on a different planet,” he says, “five glowing squid pulled me down to the bottom of the ocean, and I spent an hour communicating, viscerally, unconsciously, in a way I never have before.” He taps the mirror, and turns back, to Daniel. “I don’t know how it went.”
“Did they accept you?”
“They knew what I was,” admits Tom. “The rest, I can’t. I can’t say it.”
“It’s going to be difficult.”
“I knew it was going to be difficult, I preferred difficult to having half the population of my town imprisoned and tortured by the Air Force.”
Daniel flinches. “I wouldn’t have let that happen.”
“Well-intentioned,” says Tom, “but it was already happening. I’ll tell Hammond we’re making progress. And we’ll go back as soon as possible.”
Daniel touches Tom’s shoulder.
“There was a reason they left,” says Tom, softly. “There was a reason, Daniel.”
“Well,” says Daniel, “I hope we figure it out.”
~*~
“You want to get some dinner?” Daniel asks, after the debriefing. Tom is frustrated at his inability to articulate; his hands are clenched, still.
Tom gives him a glance - are you the stupidest person on Earth? - and turns to go.
“You can’t go off-base,” Daniel groans. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” says Tom. “I’m real dangerous. Not like I’ve been on Earth most of my life avoiding overthrowing the government. Not like I served my country. Not like I’m doing my level best to keep Homestead, Florida from killing itself.”
“I’m not your enemy,” snaps Daniel.
“You are my enemy,” says Tom, a finger pointing straight to the center of Daniel’s torso. “You’re everything my enemy is, and the difference is you’re ashamed about it. Go off-base, go get yourself dinner. I’ll go hide myself in a hole with no windows until I have to go swimming again and talk to some glowing fish.”
“I’m sorry,” says Daniel.
“Screw you,” returns Tom.
“I said I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re sorry,” says Tom. “It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference.”
~*~
Tom opens the door on the second knock.
He’s out of uniform, now, casually, comfortably dressed. And when he sees Daniel, he sighs, soft, irritated.
“Why are you here?”
“Can I come in?”
“No.”
“Major.”
“What do you want?” asks Tom. “I don’t have time for pity, I’m not particularly looking for your kind of moralizing apology, and I’d rather be alone than endure the company of the people who’re shutting me in a box.”
“Today I saw you go underwater and stay there for an hour,” says Daniel. “You’re human, and you talked with something that might be completely beyond our understanding. I think that’s amazing.”
Tom hesitates.
“Tom,” says Daniel. “Can I come in?”
Tom steps aside.
~*~
“Why are you here?” asks Tom.
“Why’d you let me in?” counters Daniel.
Tom shakes his head; he gets up from the table, steps away. Stops in the middle of the room.
“I like you,” says Daniel.
“You’re lusting after an alien,” says Tom. “I’m something different, and I speak a language you will never understand.”
Daniel leans back.
“You want that,” continues Tom.
“Why’d you let me in?” asks Daniel.
“You don’t know me,” insists Tom.
Daniel stands, pushing the chair away from the table. “I’d say I have a better frame of reference for you than most people in your life.”
“You,” says Tom, “you know nothing about me.”
“Why’d you let me in, Tom?”
Tom hisses out a breath, slowly. “You’d better be pretty sure this is what you want.”
“Oh,” says Daniel, “because you seem so sure yourself.”
Tom kisses him, fast and sure and not nearly - not nearly enough. “Wait,” manages Daniel, and he pulls Tom back. Kisses him deeper, presses through Tom’s withdrawn hesitation. And Daniel half-expects him to taste different, inhuman, but it’s just the same.
Tom tilts his head, tongue sliding along Daniel’s, and wow, Daniel hopes that there’s no surveillance in here, that could be really awkward -
“Shut up,” snaps Tom. “Shut up,” and even though Daniel’s not entirely sure if Tom’s talking to Daniel or talking to himself, he kisses Daniel again, fiercely now.
Daniel stumbles back onto the bed, tugging his shirt over his head, fingers fisting in the fabric at Tom’s waist. A soft moan, dragged from deep inside Tom’s throat, and Tom straddles him, mouth drifting to Daniel’s neck, his collarbone. Soft, almost worshipful, now.
“What’s different?” asks Daniel, after Tom’s shirt is gone, his fly undone, Daniel’s hand rubbing soft circles just under the waistline of his briefs.
“No,” says Tom, softly -
“Nothing?” asks Daniel. “You heal fast, you breathe underwater, and everything feels good,” dragging his hand up Tom’s erection, “all the same?”
Tom falls forward, catches himself with a hand behind Daniel’s head. “You don’t want to go there,” he says. “You don’t.”
“Of course I do,” says Daniel. “You know that.”
Tom makes a whispery noise, maybe in protest, but any words, any logic, they’re swallowed up, indecipherable.
Daniel kisses him, long, persuasive, and pulls him back, further onto the bed. “Tom,” he murmurs. And Tom’s hand touches his, still wrapped around the base of Tom’s cock, and guides it up. To his navel, with Daniel’s thumb resting, just barely, over his belly button.
“You like this?” asks Daniel. Rubs, with his thumb, experimentally, and Tom closes his eyes; presses in, dipping into the belly button, and Tom curses, drawing his knee up for better support, breathing harsh in something that sounds a lot like pain.
“Daniel,” he gasps, “you better be careful with that."
The broader application is immediately clear. You’d better be careful with me; you’d better be careful with everything that makes me different.
“I will,” promises Daniel. Vows Daniel.
~*~
Tom pushes him away, after they’re spent. Won’t let him stay close.
Daniel gets to his feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says.
Tom closes his eyes, and tilts his head back against the headboard. “Yeah,” he says. “Tomorrow.”
Pairing: Tom Underlay/Daniel Jackson
Rating: NC-17 (light)
Spoilers: Kind of to the end of first season Invasion. None for SG-1.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine.
Notes: Written for the Porn Battle. Prompt: interspecies diplomacy.
Summary: “How did it go?” asks General Hammond.
“Ask fish boy,” says Jack.
- - -
They’ve been to ice planets. They’ve been to water planets. They’ve been to jungles and temperate rainforests and grasslands.
But, reflects Daniel Jackson, they haven’t been to a planet that is, essentially, one permanent hurricane.
Luckily, the eye doesn’t move. And they’re pretty far away from it.
He’s never been so grateful that he stopped wearing glasses. His visibility would have been completely nil. As it is, on a scale of one to ten, he’s probably somewhere around .4. He half-wishes he didn’t even have the raincoat, because at this point, he’s soaked anyway, and all it really does is add more dead weight.
Tom Underlay, on the other hand, seems perfectly at home in the torrent of water.
Oh, that’s right. He doesn’t have to breathe.
They stumble on the water’s edge more by accident than by design; Daniel nearly slips, steadied only by Tom’s hand on his arm. Lingers a little too long for just the excuse of assistance, and when he meets Tom’s eyes, the inquiry there, the way his gaze digs, sharp and fast.
Daniel inhales.
“This the place?” asks Jack, half-shouted, more audible over Daniel’s radio than over the wind.
“This is it,” says Tom. His movements are strange, sluggish.
“You’ve been here?” calls Daniel.
“I think so,” calls Tom. Touches the water, the edge of the ocean, and distantly, Daniel can see something glow orange. Moving closer.
“Back up, back up!” yells Jack.
Tom shucks his backpack, his raincoat. His radio.
“See you in an hour,” he says.
He disappears into the water, between the raindrops.
~*~
Tom runs a hand through his hair, roughly; Daniel wrings out his bandana on the grate ramp.
“How did it go?” asks General Hammond.
“Ask fish boy,” says Jack.
Daniel looks to Tom.
“I don’t know,” says Tom. “I, uh. I don’t know.”
“Full debriefing in one hour,” says Hammond. Then, “Get yourself cleaned up.”
~*~
“What happened?” asks Daniel, pulling a shirt over his head. The shower, despite being more water, did succeed in making him feel human again.
Tom’s hand is flat against the mirror, his eyes downcast.
“Major Underlay.” Daniel steps closer. “Tom.”
Tom reacts, then, twisting around, breathing, like he didn’t realize Daniel was there.
“What happened?” repeats Daniel.
Tom looks away, again. “I went under the water on a different planet,” he says, “five glowing squid pulled me down to the bottom of the ocean, and I spent an hour communicating, viscerally, unconsciously, in a way I never have before.” He taps the mirror, and turns back, to Daniel. “I don’t know how it went.”
“Did they accept you?”
“They knew what I was,” admits Tom. “The rest, I can’t. I can’t say it.”
“It’s going to be difficult.”
“I knew it was going to be difficult, I preferred difficult to having half the population of my town imprisoned and tortured by the Air Force.”
Daniel flinches. “I wouldn’t have let that happen.”
“Well-intentioned,” says Tom, “but it was already happening. I’ll tell Hammond we’re making progress. And we’ll go back as soon as possible.”
Daniel touches Tom’s shoulder.
“There was a reason they left,” says Tom, softly. “There was a reason, Daniel.”
“Well,” says Daniel, “I hope we figure it out.”
~*~
“You want to get some dinner?” Daniel asks, after the debriefing. Tom is frustrated at his inability to articulate; his hands are clenched, still.
Tom gives him a glance - are you the stupidest person on Earth? - and turns to go.
“You can’t go off-base,” Daniel groans. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” says Tom. “I’m real dangerous. Not like I’ve been on Earth most of my life avoiding overthrowing the government. Not like I served my country. Not like I’m doing my level best to keep Homestead, Florida from killing itself.”
“I’m not your enemy,” snaps Daniel.
“You are my enemy,” says Tom, a finger pointing straight to the center of Daniel’s torso. “You’re everything my enemy is, and the difference is you’re ashamed about it. Go off-base, go get yourself dinner. I’ll go hide myself in a hole with no windows until I have to go swimming again and talk to some glowing fish.”
“I’m sorry,” says Daniel.
“Screw you,” returns Tom.
“I said I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re sorry,” says Tom. “It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference.”
~*~
Tom opens the door on the second knock.
He’s out of uniform, now, casually, comfortably dressed. And when he sees Daniel, he sighs, soft, irritated.
“Why are you here?”
“Can I come in?”
“No.”
“Major.”
“What do you want?” asks Tom. “I don’t have time for pity, I’m not particularly looking for your kind of moralizing apology, and I’d rather be alone than endure the company of the people who’re shutting me in a box.”
“Today I saw you go underwater and stay there for an hour,” says Daniel. “You’re human, and you talked with something that might be completely beyond our understanding. I think that’s amazing.”
Tom hesitates.
“Tom,” says Daniel. “Can I come in?”
Tom steps aside.
~*~
“Why are you here?” asks Tom.
“Why’d you let me in?” counters Daniel.
Tom shakes his head; he gets up from the table, steps away. Stops in the middle of the room.
“I like you,” says Daniel.
“You’re lusting after an alien,” says Tom. “I’m something different, and I speak a language you will never understand.”
Daniel leans back.
“You want that,” continues Tom.
“Why’d you let me in?” asks Daniel.
“You don’t know me,” insists Tom.
Daniel stands, pushing the chair away from the table. “I’d say I have a better frame of reference for you than most people in your life.”
“You,” says Tom, “you know nothing about me.”
“Why’d you let me in, Tom?”
Tom hisses out a breath, slowly. “You’d better be pretty sure this is what you want.”
“Oh,” says Daniel, “because you seem so sure yourself.”
Tom kisses him, fast and sure and not nearly - not nearly enough. “Wait,” manages Daniel, and he pulls Tom back. Kisses him deeper, presses through Tom’s withdrawn hesitation. And Daniel half-expects him to taste different, inhuman, but it’s just the same.
Tom tilts his head, tongue sliding along Daniel’s, and wow, Daniel hopes that there’s no surveillance in here, that could be really awkward -
“Shut up,” snaps Tom. “Shut up,” and even though Daniel’s not entirely sure if Tom’s talking to Daniel or talking to himself, he kisses Daniel again, fiercely now.
Daniel stumbles back onto the bed, tugging his shirt over his head, fingers fisting in the fabric at Tom’s waist. A soft moan, dragged from deep inside Tom’s throat, and Tom straddles him, mouth drifting to Daniel’s neck, his collarbone. Soft, almost worshipful, now.
“What’s different?” asks Daniel, after Tom’s shirt is gone, his fly undone, Daniel’s hand rubbing soft circles just under the waistline of his briefs.
“No,” says Tom, softly -
“Nothing?” asks Daniel. “You heal fast, you breathe underwater, and everything feels good,” dragging his hand up Tom’s erection, “all the same?”
Tom falls forward, catches himself with a hand behind Daniel’s head. “You don’t want to go there,” he says. “You don’t.”
“Of course I do,” says Daniel. “You know that.”
Tom makes a whispery noise, maybe in protest, but any words, any logic, they’re swallowed up, indecipherable.
Daniel kisses him, long, persuasive, and pulls him back, further onto the bed. “Tom,” he murmurs. And Tom’s hand touches his, still wrapped around the base of Tom’s cock, and guides it up. To his navel, with Daniel’s thumb resting, just barely, over his belly button.
“You like this?” asks Daniel. Rubs, with his thumb, experimentally, and Tom closes his eyes; presses in, dipping into the belly button, and Tom curses, drawing his knee up for better support, breathing harsh in something that sounds a lot like pain.
“Daniel,” he gasps, “you better be careful with that."
The broader application is immediately clear. You’d better be careful with me; you’d better be careful with everything that makes me different.
“I will,” promises Daniel. Vows Daniel.
~*~
Tom pushes him away, after they’re spent. Won’t let him stay close.
Daniel gets to his feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says.
Tom closes his eyes, and tilts his head back against the headboard. “Yeah,” he says. “Tomorrow.”