Fic - Stargate SG-1 - Permafrost: Chapter 6: Day 8 - (NC-17) - Slash
Title: Permafrost
Author: milanthruil
Artist: eilidh17
Artist: pattrose
Beta: eilidh17
Genre: Drama
Rating: NC-17
Words: 20,255 (total)
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, Janet Frasier, Gen. George Hammond
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Warnings: Disturbing images. Language. Hot guys getting naked. (the usual :P)
Summary: Jack and Daniel are on their way home from Thanksgiving with Jack’s folks when the truck breaks down. Stranded on a deserted back road in the middle of nowhere, the two men must survive long enough for search and rescue to find them.
Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5
DAY 8
Jack prodded at Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel groaned as he reluctantly entered the land of consciousness. The whole waking up half-frozen thing had begun to get old.
“Daniel. Daaanny.” Jack grinned.
“Wha?” Daniel rubbed at his eyes with chilled fingers and blinked up at Jack.
Jack held the tin camping cup out to him. “Drink this.” Daniel took a sip from the cup and closed his eyes. Jack had managed more lukewarm instant coffee.
Daniel sipped some more, letting what little warmth there was in the liquid spread through his body. “Mmm.” He opened one eye to lazily stare at Jack. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“You mean lunch,” Jack corrected.
“What? No, I mean…” Daniel frowned and looked outside. It was light. He double checked his watch and confirmed that it was indeed three in the afternoon. “Lunch,” he deadpanned.
“We slept through breakfast,” Jack explained as he dished up some food.
“Yeah, I kind of figured that out.” Daniel scratched at his scalp. God, he needed a shower.
“Leftovers.” Jack held up the plate of food, and Daniel groaned. He was so sick of turkey. The thought of eating more was nearly enough to make him sick. “C’mon. It’s your favorite,” Jack wheedled at him.
Daniel huffed a laugh. “You must have me confused with some other stranded archaeologist.” Jack handed him the spoon and they dug in. Daniel winced when he got a particularly dry mouthful of turkey. “God, I’d kill for an MRE right now.” He sighed forlornly at the plate of Thanksgiving leftovers. “Even the macaroni and cheese that tastes like chicken.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Jack agreed around a mouthful of stuffing. “I’m actually starting to miss the commissary stroganoff.” He tapped the fork against the edge of the plate to having something to do while he chewed. Daniel shot him a sideways look. “Sorry.” They finished their plate of food and sighed. “You up for a short walk?”
“Outside?” Daniel blurted stupidly.
Jack gestured to the interior of the truck. “Well, I don’t see much room for walking in here, do you?”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Jack, don’t be an ass. I think my brain cells are frozen.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you have lots to spare then, eh, Dannyboy?” Jack ruffled Daniel’s hair and climbed out of the truck. “And don’t forget to put your pants back on.” Daniel rolled his eyes as he tugged the cold jeans over his legs and fastened them before pulling on his shoes. He smoothed his hair back down and followed Jack, closing the door behind them.
Daniel buttoned up his coat. “So which way are we going?”
Jack pointed to the road in front of the truck. “That way.” Daniel shoved his hands in his pockets and started off in the direction Jack had indicated. Jack tromped after him, easily catching up in a few strides. “Nothing like a nice stroll in the woods to make you appreciated nature, right, Daniel?” He nudged Daniel with his elbow.
Daniel snorted. “’Appreciate’ is not the word I’d use in this particular situation.”
“Well then, Mr. Linguist, what word would you use?”
“Dislike. Disfavor. Hate. Loath. Detest. Abhor. Despise. Dis--”
“Okay. I get it.” Jack raised his hands in placation. “I was just trying to lighten the mood.”
“Lighten the mood?” Daniel stopped in his track and blinked at Jack incredulously. “Lighten the mood?!” He threw his hands in the air. “We’re fucking stranded in the middle of nowhere and you want to fucking ‘lighten the mood’?!” He gestured back toward the truck. “There is nothing about this situation to make light of, Jack! We’re not even sure that anyone is looking for us! We could fucking die out here!”
Jack blinked, completely taken aback. “Daniel--”
“Just shut up, Jack.” Daniel stomped off the way they’d come, gesticulating angrily. “I’m getting back in the truck, I’m going back to sleep and I’m going to hope that when I wake up it’ll be far away from this place and precipitation in any form!” He climbed into the truck and slammed the door shut. He thought briefly about locking Jack out, but didn’t. Jack opened the door and stared at Daniel almost as if he were looking for permission to enter the truck. Which Daniel thought was kind of stupid seeing as it was Jack’s truck in the first place. Daniel nodded and Jack climbed in, closing the door behind him and turning on the heater. He used his utility knife to create a couple venting holes in the can of tomato soup from the emergency kit and began the slow process of warming it with the cigarette lighter.
Then he turned to face Daniel. “I--” Jack began, but Daniel cut him off with a shake of his head and Jack went back to the soup. When it was warm, he poured half into the tin cup which he handed to Daniel. They sipped in silence until Jack spoke up quietly. “Are you still mad at me?” The longer they’d sat there on the floor drinking their soup, the more Daniel realized that it wasn’t Jack that he was mad at.
“I’m not mad at you, Jack. It’s this damn hopeless situation that we’ve managed to get stuck in.” Daniel dropped his hand to his side, finding Lumpy and petting his head. “Just like all the other damn hopeless situations.”
“And we’ll get out of this one.” Jack poured a little more soup into Daniel’s cup.
“How, Jack? It’s not like we can just call up Thor and say ‘hey buddy, could you give us a lift?’”
Jack downed the rest of his soup. “I don’t know.”
Daniel sighed.
“But we will. Somehow.”
Daniel drank his soup and put the tin cup on the center console. “I’m sorry.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “For?”
“For being so depressing.” Daniel laid down and pulled the blankets over himself.
The empty soup can joined the tin cup. “Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” Jack laid down next to Daniel, working his way under the blankets. “I’ve been there.”
Daniel winced. Charlie. “Oh, shit, Jack, I’m sorry.”
“Daniel. What did I just say?”
“Right.” Daniel took a deep breath which he then let out heavily. “This sucks.”<
“Yeahsureyabetcha.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Goodnight, Jack.”
“Night, Daniel.” Daniel drifted off to sleep listening to the gentle gusting of the heater and the soothing rhythm of Jack’s breathing.
Jack and Daniel woke to the sound of… nothing. It was dead silent in the cab of the truck. They looked at each other in alarm. Jack scrambled into the front seat and tried in vain to turn the heater back on. He swore under his breath and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“That was the last of the gas.”
Daniel shivered as his body registered that the heat was no longer on and was rapidly being leeched from the interior of the truck. “You mean we have no heat? At all?”
Jack looked back at him. “Cigarette lighter?” Daniel was not impressed and showed his disapproval with the grumpiest face he could manage while trying not to shiver. “Yeah, I’m not impressed either.” Jack climbed over the seats again and crawled under the blankets.
Daniel shifted closer and laid his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Jack?”
“Hmm?” Jack rested his cheek against the top of Daniel’s head.
“This really sucks.” Daniel felt Jack chuckle and nod his agreement, his beard mussing Daniel’s hair. Daniel bit his lip against the tickle to his scalp. “I miss Teal’c. And Sam.”
“Yeah.” Jack slipped his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and tugged him closer. “Me, too.”
“You think they’re looking for us?”
Jack frowned. “Of course they are. When did you become such a Doubting Daniel?”
“Right about the time we got stuck out here. We’re so far away from everyone. Everything.” Daniel shivered. “It’s so lonely out here.”
“Hey,” Jack squeezed Daniel’s shoulder, “you’ve got me.”
Daniel smiled, his cheeks beginning to go numb in the cold. “Yeah, there’s that.” He brought his hand up to lie on Jack’s chest. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” Daniel began to shiver more steadily. “God, it’s so cold.” Jack wrapped both arms tighter around Daniel and held him close. His embrace was warm, relaxing Daniel to the point of half-sleep.
“Warmer together.”
“Mmm.” Daniel agreed sleepily. Jack pulled the blankets up to Daniel’s chin and tucked them tighter around their bodies. Daniel closed his eyes, nuzzling Jack’s shirt and breathing in his scent. He promptly wrinkled his nose. Jack needed a shower just as badly as he did himself, but even under that unwashed aroma his smell was comforting. And a little intoxicating. He smelled of cold air and warm spices. Like home. Shivers that had nothing to do with the weather slithered down Daniel’s spine. He swallowed, trying to push down the lump that had risen in his throat. “Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“If we don’t get out of here--”
“We will,” Jack interrupted adamantly.
“If we don’t… I love you.”
Jack bit his lip and petted Daniel’s hair a little. “Love you too, Danny,” he whispered, offering Daniel an out.
Daniel craned his neck so he could look at Jack. “No, I mean I love you.”
Jack blinked and brought his hand to Daniel’s face, his fingers creating an odd sensation against his cold-numbed cheek. “You…” Jack’s dark eyes searched Daniel’s in the almost nonexistent light. “You’re serious,” he whispered. Daniel nodded, holding Jack’s gaze. “Daniel… I…”
Daniel bit his lip. “I’ll understand if you don’t return the feelings or if you want me to transfer to another team, I just…” he took a deep breath, “if we were to die out here… I just wanted you to kn--” Jack’s fingers met Daniel’s lips, silencing him. Daniel’s lips twitched against the gentle pressure.
Jack slid his fingers to Daniel’s cheek, the shallow grooves of his fingertips catching on Daniel’s chapped lips and rasping against the several days’ growth of stubble on his face. “Daniel.” Daniel studied Jack’s face as he tried to gauge what Jack was thinking. A smile tugged at the corner of Jack’s mouth. “This is crazy.” Oh. Not quite the reaction Daniel had been expecting. Jack noticed a change in Daniel’s expression and his small smile disappeared. He brushed his lips over Daniel’s forehead, smoothing out the furrow that had developed between his brows.
Daniel gaped. “Jack--”
“Shh.” Jack pressed his mouth to Daniel’s and Daniel closed his eyes. Their lips moved together sweetly, the chapped skin causing an echo of uncomfortable roughness. Daniel felt his lower lip crack, but the fact that he was finally kissing Jack was dominant in the forefront of his consciousness. Jack reached his other hand up so he could frame Daniel’s face and pulled back slowly.
“Jack?” Daniel opened his eyes, focusing on Jack’s face just inches from his own.
Jack smiled. “Daniel?” Daniel hugged him tightly with a sense of relief. Jack just held him close, his hand tangled in Daniel’s hair. Daniel really needed to get a haircut when they got back. Jack leaned back just far enough to look him in the eyes. “When we get out of here, I’m taking you to dinner.”
Daniel smirked. “What, like a date?”
“Yeahsureyabetcha.” Jack grinned and Daniel couldn’t help but grin back. Daniel snuggled close and tucked his head up under Jack’s chin. Jack stroked his hair, the motion relaxing him. “Hey Daniel?”
“Hmm?” Daniel murmured as he struggled to hang on at the edge of dreamland.
“I love you too,” Jack whispered. Daniel smiled and let himself drift off to sleep, trusting Jack to keep him safe.
Chapter 7
Author: milanthruil
Artist: eilidh17
Artist: pattrose
Beta: eilidh17
Genre: Drama
Rating: NC-17
Words: 20,255 (total)
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, Janet Frasier, Gen. George Hammond
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Warnings: Disturbing images. Language. Hot guys getting naked. (the usual :P)
Summary: Jack and Daniel are on their way home from Thanksgiving with Jack’s folks when the truck breaks down. Stranded on a deserted back road in the middle of nowhere, the two men must survive long enough for search and rescue to find them.
Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5
DAY 8
Jack prodded at Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel groaned as he reluctantly entered the land of consciousness. The whole waking up half-frozen thing had begun to get old.
“Daniel. Daaanny.” Jack grinned.
“Wha?” Daniel rubbed at his eyes with chilled fingers and blinked up at Jack.
Jack held the tin camping cup out to him. “Drink this.” Daniel took a sip from the cup and closed his eyes. Jack had managed more lukewarm instant coffee.
Daniel sipped some more, letting what little warmth there was in the liquid spread through his body. “Mmm.” He opened one eye to lazily stare at Jack. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“You mean lunch,” Jack corrected.
“What? No, I mean…” Daniel frowned and looked outside. It was light. He double checked his watch and confirmed that it was indeed three in the afternoon. “Lunch,” he deadpanned.
“We slept through breakfast,” Jack explained as he dished up some food.
“Yeah, I kind of figured that out.” Daniel scratched at his scalp. God, he needed a shower.
“Leftovers.” Jack held up the plate of food, and Daniel groaned. He was so sick of turkey. The thought of eating more was nearly enough to make him sick. “C’mon. It’s your favorite,” Jack wheedled at him.
Daniel huffed a laugh. “You must have me confused with some other stranded archaeologist.” Jack handed him the spoon and they dug in. Daniel winced when he got a particularly dry mouthful of turkey. “God, I’d kill for an MRE right now.” He sighed forlornly at the plate of Thanksgiving leftovers. “Even the macaroni and cheese that tastes like chicken.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Jack agreed around a mouthful of stuffing. “I’m actually starting to miss the commissary stroganoff.” He tapped the fork against the edge of the plate to having something to do while he chewed. Daniel shot him a sideways look. “Sorry.” They finished their plate of food and sighed. “You up for a short walk?”
“Outside?” Daniel blurted stupidly.
Jack gestured to the interior of the truck. “Well, I don’t see much room for walking in here, do you?”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Jack, don’t be an ass. I think my brain cells are frozen.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you have lots to spare then, eh, Dannyboy?” Jack ruffled Daniel’s hair and climbed out of the truck. “And don’t forget to put your pants back on.” Daniel rolled his eyes as he tugged the cold jeans over his legs and fastened them before pulling on his shoes. He smoothed his hair back down and followed Jack, closing the door behind them.
Daniel buttoned up his coat. “So which way are we going?”
Jack pointed to the road in front of the truck. “That way.” Daniel shoved his hands in his pockets and started off in the direction Jack had indicated. Jack tromped after him, easily catching up in a few strides. “Nothing like a nice stroll in the woods to make you appreciated nature, right, Daniel?” He nudged Daniel with his elbow.
Daniel snorted. “’Appreciate’ is not the word I’d use in this particular situation.”
“Well then, Mr. Linguist, what word would you use?”
“Dislike. Disfavor. Hate. Loath. Detest. Abhor. Despise. Dis--”
“Okay. I get it.” Jack raised his hands in placation. “I was just trying to lighten the mood.”
“Lighten the mood?” Daniel stopped in his track and blinked at Jack incredulously. “Lighten the mood?!” He threw his hands in the air. “We’re fucking stranded in the middle of nowhere and you want to fucking ‘lighten the mood’?!” He gestured back toward the truck. “There is nothing about this situation to make light of, Jack! We’re not even sure that anyone is looking for us! We could fucking die out here!”
Jack blinked, completely taken aback. “Daniel--”
“Just shut up, Jack.” Daniel stomped off the way they’d come, gesticulating angrily. “I’m getting back in the truck, I’m going back to sleep and I’m going to hope that when I wake up it’ll be far away from this place and precipitation in any form!” He climbed into the truck and slammed the door shut. He thought briefly about locking Jack out, but didn’t. Jack opened the door and stared at Daniel almost as if he were looking for permission to enter the truck. Which Daniel thought was kind of stupid seeing as it was Jack’s truck in the first place. Daniel nodded and Jack climbed in, closing the door behind him and turning on the heater. He used his utility knife to create a couple venting holes in the can of tomato soup from the emergency kit and began the slow process of warming it with the cigarette lighter.
Then he turned to face Daniel. “I--” Jack began, but Daniel cut him off with a shake of his head and Jack went back to the soup. When it was warm, he poured half into the tin cup which he handed to Daniel. They sipped in silence until Jack spoke up quietly. “Are you still mad at me?” The longer they’d sat there on the floor drinking their soup, the more Daniel realized that it wasn’t Jack that he was mad at.
“I’m not mad at you, Jack. It’s this damn hopeless situation that we’ve managed to get stuck in.” Daniel dropped his hand to his side, finding Lumpy and petting his head. “Just like all the other damn hopeless situations.”
“And we’ll get out of this one.” Jack poured a little more soup into Daniel’s cup.
“How, Jack? It’s not like we can just call up Thor and say ‘hey buddy, could you give us a lift?’”
Jack downed the rest of his soup. “I don’t know.”
Daniel sighed.
“But we will. Somehow.”
Daniel drank his soup and put the tin cup on the center console. “I’m sorry.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “For?”
“For being so depressing.” Daniel laid down and pulled the blankets over himself.
The empty soup can joined the tin cup. “Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” Jack laid down next to Daniel, working his way under the blankets. “I’ve been there.”
Daniel winced. Charlie. “Oh, shit, Jack, I’m sorry.”
“Daniel. What did I just say?”
“Right.” Daniel took a deep breath which he then let out heavily. “This sucks.”<
“Yeahsureyabetcha.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Goodnight, Jack.”
“Night, Daniel.” Daniel drifted off to sleep listening to the gentle gusting of the heater and the soothing rhythm of Jack’s breathing.
Jack and Daniel woke to the sound of… nothing. It was dead silent in the cab of the truck. They looked at each other in alarm. Jack scrambled into the front seat and tried in vain to turn the heater back on. He swore under his breath and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“That was the last of the gas.”
Daniel shivered as his body registered that the heat was no longer on and was rapidly being leeched from the interior of the truck. “You mean we have no heat? At all?”
Jack looked back at him. “Cigarette lighter?” Daniel was not impressed and showed his disapproval with the grumpiest face he could manage while trying not to shiver. “Yeah, I’m not impressed either.” Jack climbed over the seats again and crawled under the blankets.
Daniel shifted closer and laid his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Jack?”
“Hmm?” Jack rested his cheek against the top of Daniel’s head.
“This really sucks.” Daniel felt Jack chuckle and nod his agreement, his beard mussing Daniel’s hair. Daniel bit his lip against the tickle to his scalp. “I miss Teal’c. And Sam.”
“Yeah.” Jack slipped his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and tugged him closer. “Me, too.”
“You think they’re looking for us?”
Jack frowned. “Of course they are. When did you become such a Doubting Daniel?”
“Right about the time we got stuck out here. We’re so far away from everyone. Everything.” Daniel shivered. “It’s so lonely out here.”
“Hey,” Jack squeezed Daniel’s shoulder, “you’ve got me.”
Daniel smiled, his cheeks beginning to go numb in the cold. “Yeah, there’s that.” He brought his hand up to lie on Jack’s chest. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” Daniel began to shiver more steadily. “God, it’s so cold.” Jack wrapped both arms tighter around Daniel and held him close. His embrace was warm, relaxing Daniel to the point of half-sleep.
“Warmer together.”
“Mmm.” Daniel agreed sleepily. Jack pulled the blankets up to Daniel’s chin and tucked them tighter around their bodies. Daniel closed his eyes, nuzzling Jack’s shirt and breathing in his scent. He promptly wrinkled his nose. Jack needed a shower just as badly as he did himself, but even under that unwashed aroma his smell was comforting. And a little intoxicating. He smelled of cold air and warm spices. Like home. Shivers that had nothing to do with the weather slithered down Daniel’s spine. He swallowed, trying to push down the lump that had risen in his throat. “Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“If we don’t get out of here--”
“We will,” Jack interrupted adamantly.
“If we don’t… I love you.”
Jack bit his lip and petted Daniel’s hair a little. “Love you too, Danny,” he whispered, offering Daniel an out.
Daniel craned his neck so he could look at Jack. “No, I mean I love you.”
Jack blinked and brought his hand to Daniel’s face, his fingers creating an odd sensation against his cold-numbed cheek. “You…” Jack’s dark eyes searched Daniel’s in the almost nonexistent light. “You’re serious,” he whispered. Daniel nodded, holding Jack’s gaze. “Daniel… I…”
Daniel bit his lip. “I’ll understand if you don’t return the feelings or if you want me to transfer to another team, I just…” he took a deep breath, “if we were to die out here… I just wanted you to kn--” Jack’s fingers met Daniel’s lips, silencing him. Daniel’s lips twitched against the gentle pressure.
Jack slid his fingers to Daniel’s cheek, the shallow grooves of his fingertips catching on Daniel’s chapped lips and rasping against the several days’ growth of stubble on his face. “Daniel.” Daniel studied Jack’s face as he tried to gauge what Jack was thinking. A smile tugged at the corner of Jack’s mouth. “This is crazy.” Oh. Not quite the reaction Daniel had been expecting. Jack noticed a change in Daniel’s expression and his small smile disappeared. He brushed his lips over Daniel’s forehead, smoothing out the furrow that had developed between his brows.
Daniel gaped. “Jack--”
“Shh.” Jack pressed his mouth to Daniel’s and Daniel closed his eyes. Their lips moved together sweetly, the chapped skin causing an echo of uncomfortable roughness. Daniel felt his lower lip crack, but the fact that he was finally kissing Jack was dominant in the forefront of his consciousness. Jack reached his other hand up so he could frame Daniel’s face and pulled back slowly.
“Jack?” Daniel opened his eyes, focusing on Jack’s face just inches from his own.
Jack smiled. “Daniel?” Daniel hugged him tightly with a sense of relief. Jack just held him close, his hand tangled in Daniel’s hair. Daniel really needed to get a haircut when they got back. Jack leaned back just far enough to look him in the eyes. “When we get out of here, I’m taking you to dinner.”
Daniel smirked. “What, like a date?”
“Yeahsureyabetcha.” Jack grinned and Daniel couldn’t help but grin back. Daniel snuggled close and tucked his head up under Jack’s chin. Jack stroked his hair, the motion relaxing him. “Hey Daniel?”
“Hmm?” Daniel murmured as he struggled to hang on at the edge of dreamland.
“I love you too,” Jack whispered. Daniel smiled and let himself drift off to sleep, trusting Jack to keep him safe.
Chapter 7