DVD Commentary: Cofax's J'ai Tout Fait
Here is the commentary for cofax7's fic J'ai Tout Fait. Stargate SG-1 Jack/Daniel.
J'ai Tout Fait ooooh! French. I have no idea what it means, but FRENCH! Hee. If I remember correctly this was cofax’s first foray into the slash arena. And this isn’t even hard slash more like G-rated slash. Also, there was cofax flailing about posting which is always entertaining.
by cofax
July 2004
Jack lets the screen door slam behind him on its own, with that rhythmic squeak-and-kerthunk he remembers from when he was a kid. He supposes he could oil the spring, but he kind of likes it. Besides, it makes it hard for anyone to sneak into the cabin. present tense, very ballsy move and hard to pull off well. Go cofax with your bad self.
It's been a long time since he ran barefoot all summer, his feet tough as the dog's; he picks his way cautiously across the short stretch of yard, keeping the coffee mugs level. Daniel doesn't turn his head when Jack steps out onto the dock, but stays where he is at the end of the dock, leaning back against his hands braced behind him. nice visual insinuation. I can see Daniel sitting there with the sun playing across his skin, eyes closed like a sleeping cat.
"Hey," says Jack, as he comes to stand beside Daniel. The wooden surface is rough and splintery under his feet. cofax always does good detail
"Hey," says Daniel in return, but doesn't move. From Jack's perspective it looks like Daniel is staring at the island on the far end of the lake, waiting for something to happen, maybe for Sasquatch to come out of the woods and wave at them. This is such a Jack thought.
Jack loves it here at this time of year. What time of year? The bugs are gone, the nights are cool, the mornings bright, if chilly. I’d call this fall wouldn’t you? Daniel must have been out here for a while, because Jack's field coat lies abandoned on the dock behind him. Gotta love it when Daniel takes Jack’s stuff. Also, Daniel awake before Jack? Good god! Daniel must be a monster in the sack to wear Jack out that way. Hee. Now the morning sun is bright on Daniel's face and the stained t-shirt he wears over his jeans. stained? Doing what guys? wink wink
Jack clears his throat. "Coffee?" Got something caught there, Jack? Or a memory of something? hee
Daniel drops his head back between his shoulders to look up at Jack, and smiles, his eyes almost closed against the light. One, I love this image of a playful Daniel, or as I seem as playful and cat-like. Didn’t I already mention this? I bet Daniel’s shirt pulled up and his belly is showing too! Mmmm…Daniel’s belly. He sits up to take the mug, one of the few without any chips in it, and curves both hands around the faded logo from a long-defunct hardware store. "Thanks.” What I love about this is the amount of detail given. Not too much, so I end up skipping to get to the good stuff, but well thought out bits of detail. The unchipped mug, the faded logo. Just enough to set the scene. Lovely stuff.
Jack takes a sip from his own mug, looking out over the water. The birches and maples along the shore have just begun to turn, and the quiet water reflects the red and yellow of the trees, the blue hills in the distance, the passing clouds. There's a loon around, still: Jack heard it last night, long after Daniel fell asleep. But the bullfrogs were silent. See? Just enough detail. Besides, Jack wouldn’t wax poetic about stuff.
"It's beautiful." Daniel takes one hand away from his coffee and waves indefinitely at the view. "I never realized."
Jack shrugs. "I don't advertise it." The paint is peeling on the dock: he needs to strip and repaint it before he closes up for the season, or rot will set in over the winter. He stands on his left foot and tries to pick at one peeling chip with the toes of his right. He grimaces; his toes aren't nimble enough for this anymore, if they ever were. I like how Jack, even in his head, shys away from DEEP THOUGHT. He’d rather deal with the things he knows he can affect. It’s his way of keeping control of his life and the things around him. It might seem that he’s avoiding the harder stuff, but I prefer to see it as Jack being very self-aware.
Daniel drinks some coffee and lowers the mug to his lap. His feet dangle over the edge of the dock, and his smile has faded. "So you finally got me up here." Oh, there are shades of meaning with that line. Also, it’s a very Daniel think to do, bring up something, something important in an oblique way, giving Jack an opportunity to reference it or not. Inquiring without being threatening.
"Yeah." Jack keeps his face still, but his right toes curl against the ball of his foot. curling toes…hmmmmm He looks at Daniel's face and then away again, out at the lake, which is flat and beautiful. Unlike Daniel, whom Jack wouldn’t call beautiful (at least to his face) and who is anything but flat. Also ‘flat and beautiful’ is a very static state, unchanging and easily known, unlike Daniel. Poor Jack. "Shit, Daniel, I didn't mean to--" He stops; it's too humiliating to say it. Oh Jack, words are so not your strong point. This also makes me imagine the two of them arriving at the cabin doing the suttle in stuff, then on the couch where kissing occurred(after a few relaxing beers) or better yet, kissing against the wall, then a premature ejactulation moment for Jack (come on it’s been a while and he’s not young anymore), which afterward he was too embarassed and wouldn’t talk to Daniel just climbed into bed where he did fall asleep quickly cuz it had been a long time combined with the fresh air, beer and one hell of an orgasm.
Something touches his foot. Jack looks down, and Daniel has curled his hand around Jack's right foot, fingers softly pressing, but not moving. Just resting there, two fingers bracketing the inside knob of his ankle bone, palm cradling his heel, thumb soft on the dip below the outside knob. Guh.
After a long moment Daniel moves his thumb slowly, sweeping it around the bone once, twice. Jack thinks this may be the most erotic thing anyone has ever done. Ever. double guh and foot porn! He pulls his gaze up to look at Daniel's face, which is intent and open, eyes fixed on his own. Daniel's eyebrows do that thing they do when Daniel is waiting for input. Daniel is waiting for Jack to get what he isn’t saying. I love how this plays on and into the dynamic they already have.
"We're okay." Jack doesn't make it a question, because it's already been answered. answered in a physical response because Jack understands and viscerally comphrends more than any words Daniel could use.
"Jack, we're okay. Drink your coffee."
"Okay." This exchange is perfect. Daniel giving the words because Jack might better understand action, he knows Daniel needs the words. Daniel brings it back to the mundane with the coffee comment and like that, it’s all settled between them. Conversations without words, Jack and Daniel to a T.
There's a splash out on the lake, a bass taking a late fly. Although this was written before the end of S8, the simple fact that there are fish in his pond would place this after Moebius, which I can totally buy into. The ripples spread, sparkling in the morning light, and Jack drinks his coffee while Daniel's fingers write promises on the pale and calloused skin of his feet. That last line is so very perfect. On one hand I just want to write GUH! FOOT PORN! *THUD*, which I am sure was my initial reaction to it, but that wouldn’t explain why that line got that reaction. So, now I attempt to explain my monosyllabic reaction.
That last line is about Daniel accepting Jack, understanding Jack and everything he is. Replace ‘skin of feet’ with ‘soul’ and it would still work because I’m sure that caress would feel to Jack like it is on his soul, that deep, that meaningful, that soothing. One could say that Daniel placing himself at Jack’s feet, an almost abasement of himself, is letting Jack know that yes, he is worthy of this, that Daniel thinks he is worthy of his love and passion, but I seriously doubt Cofax was thinking that when she wrote it so I will just end with:
GUH! FOOT PORN! *THUD*
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J'ai Tout Fait ooooh! French. I have no idea what it means, but FRENCH! Hee. If I remember correctly this was cofax’s first foray into the slash arena. And this isn’t even hard slash more like G-rated slash. Also, there was cofax flailing about posting which is always entertaining.
by cofax
July 2004
Jack lets the screen door slam behind him on its own, with that rhythmic squeak-and-kerthunk he remembers from when he was a kid. He supposes he could oil the spring, but he kind of likes it. Besides, it makes it hard for anyone to sneak into the cabin. present tense, very ballsy move and hard to pull off well. Go cofax with your bad self.
It's been a long time since he ran barefoot all summer, his feet tough as the dog's; he picks his way cautiously across the short stretch of yard, keeping the coffee mugs level. Daniel doesn't turn his head when Jack steps out onto the dock, but stays where he is at the end of the dock, leaning back against his hands braced behind him. nice visual insinuation. I can see Daniel sitting there with the sun playing across his skin, eyes closed like a sleeping cat.
"Hey," says Jack, as he comes to stand beside Daniel. The wooden surface is rough and splintery under his feet. cofax always does good detail
"Hey," says Daniel in return, but doesn't move. From Jack's perspective it looks like Daniel is staring at the island on the far end of the lake, waiting for something to happen, maybe for Sasquatch to come out of the woods and wave at them. This is such a Jack thought.
Jack loves it here at this time of year. What time of year? The bugs are gone, the nights are cool, the mornings bright, if chilly. I’d call this fall wouldn’t you? Daniel must have been out here for a while, because Jack's field coat lies abandoned on the dock behind him. Gotta love it when Daniel takes Jack’s stuff. Also, Daniel awake before Jack? Good god! Daniel must be a monster in the sack to wear Jack out that way. Hee. Now the morning sun is bright on Daniel's face and the stained t-shirt he wears over his jeans. stained? Doing what guys? wink wink
Jack clears his throat. "Coffee?" Got something caught there, Jack? Or a memory of something? hee
Daniel drops his head back between his shoulders to look up at Jack, and smiles, his eyes almost closed against the light. One, I love this image of a playful Daniel, or as I seem as playful and cat-like. Didn’t I already mention this? I bet Daniel’s shirt pulled up and his belly is showing too! Mmmm…Daniel’s belly. He sits up to take the mug, one of the few without any chips in it, and curves both hands around the faded logo from a long-defunct hardware store. "Thanks.” What I love about this is the amount of detail given. Not too much, so I end up skipping to get to the good stuff, but well thought out bits of detail. The unchipped mug, the faded logo. Just enough to set the scene. Lovely stuff.
Jack takes a sip from his own mug, looking out over the water. The birches and maples along the shore have just begun to turn, and the quiet water reflects the red and yellow of the trees, the blue hills in the distance, the passing clouds. There's a loon around, still: Jack heard it last night, long after Daniel fell asleep. But the bullfrogs were silent. See? Just enough detail. Besides, Jack wouldn’t wax poetic about stuff.
"It's beautiful." Daniel takes one hand away from his coffee and waves indefinitely at the view. "I never realized."
Jack shrugs. "I don't advertise it." The paint is peeling on the dock: he needs to strip and repaint it before he closes up for the season, or rot will set in over the winter. He stands on his left foot and tries to pick at one peeling chip with the toes of his right. He grimaces; his toes aren't nimble enough for this anymore, if they ever were. I like how Jack, even in his head, shys away from DEEP THOUGHT. He’d rather deal with the things he knows he can affect. It’s his way of keeping control of his life and the things around him. It might seem that he’s avoiding the harder stuff, but I prefer to see it as Jack being very self-aware.
Daniel drinks some coffee and lowers the mug to his lap. His feet dangle over the edge of the dock, and his smile has faded. "So you finally got me up here." Oh, there are shades of meaning with that line. Also, it’s a very Daniel think to do, bring up something, something important in an oblique way, giving Jack an opportunity to reference it or not. Inquiring without being threatening.
"Yeah." Jack keeps his face still, but his right toes curl against the ball of his foot. curling toes…hmmmmm He looks at Daniel's face and then away again, out at the lake, which is flat and beautiful. Unlike Daniel, whom Jack wouldn’t call beautiful (at least to his face) and who is anything but flat. Also ‘flat and beautiful’ is a very static state, unchanging and easily known, unlike Daniel. Poor Jack. "Shit, Daniel, I didn't mean to--" He stops; it's too humiliating to say it. Oh Jack, words are so not your strong point. This also makes me imagine the two of them arriving at the cabin doing the suttle in stuff, then on the couch where kissing occurred(after a few relaxing beers) or better yet, kissing against the wall, then a premature ejactulation moment for Jack (come on it’s been a while and he’s not young anymore), which afterward he was too embarassed and wouldn’t talk to Daniel just climbed into bed where he did fall asleep quickly cuz it had been a long time combined with the fresh air, beer and one hell of an orgasm.
Something touches his foot. Jack looks down, and Daniel has curled his hand around Jack's right foot, fingers softly pressing, but not moving. Just resting there, two fingers bracketing the inside knob of his ankle bone, palm cradling his heel, thumb soft on the dip below the outside knob. Guh.
After a long moment Daniel moves his thumb slowly, sweeping it around the bone once, twice. Jack thinks this may be the most erotic thing anyone has ever done. Ever. double guh and foot porn! He pulls his gaze up to look at Daniel's face, which is intent and open, eyes fixed on his own. Daniel's eyebrows do that thing they do when Daniel is waiting for input. Daniel is waiting for Jack to get what he isn’t saying. I love how this plays on and into the dynamic they already have.
"We're okay." Jack doesn't make it a question, because it's already been answered. answered in a physical response because Jack understands and viscerally comphrends more than any words Daniel could use.
"Jack, we're okay. Drink your coffee."
"Okay." This exchange is perfect. Daniel giving the words because Jack might better understand action, he knows Daniel needs the words. Daniel brings it back to the mundane with the coffee comment and like that, it’s all settled between them. Conversations without words, Jack and Daniel to a T.
There's a splash out on the lake, a bass taking a late fly. Although this was written before the end of S8, the simple fact that there are fish in his pond would place this after Moebius, which I can totally buy into. The ripples spread, sparkling in the morning light, and Jack drinks his coffee while Daniel's fingers write promises on the pale and calloused skin of his feet. That last line is so very perfect. On one hand I just want to write GUH! FOOT PORN! *THUD*, which I am sure was my initial reaction to it, but that wouldn’t explain why that line got that reaction. So, now I attempt to explain my monosyllabic reaction.
That last line is about Daniel accepting Jack, understanding Jack and everything he is. Replace ‘skin of feet’ with ‘soul’ and it would still work because I’m sure that caress would feel to Jack like it is on his soul, that deep, that meaningful, that soothing. One could say that Daniel placing himself at Jack’s feet, an almost abasement of himself, is letting Jack know that yes, he is worthy of this, that Daniel thinks he is worthy of his love and passion, but I seriously doubt Cofax was thinking that when she wrote it so I will just end with:
GUH! FOOT PORN! *THUD*
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