Fic - Stargate SG-1 - Permafrost: Chapter 11: Day 15 - (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 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10
DAY 15
Daniel awoke to a knock on the door of his room. He glanced over at Sam, asleep in her chair and her neck in imminent danger of a rather painful cramp. Daniel felt a little guilty for insisting she stay with him. The door opened and revealed the familiar face of Jack’s mother who peeked around the frame before smiling at him.
“Bertie!” Daniel called out in surprise. Sam snorted and woke up, blinking blearily.
“Hello, Daniel!” Bertie opened the door wider and waved her ex-husband in behind her.
“Pat!” Daniel glanced between the two O’Neill’s and Sam. Pat and Bertie seemed happy to see him, though there was worry for Jack reflected in their eyes. Sam looked rumpled and confused. “Sam, these are Jack’s parents--”
“Oh!” Sam sat up straight. “Mr. and Mrs. O’Neill.-”
Daniel winced. “-Pat and Bertie.” Sam frowned at him.
“Told you he’d remember, eh, Bertie? Bright kid, that Daniel.” Pat winked at Daniel as he teased Bertie.
Sam just looked more confused. “I’m going to go grab some coffee, okay?” She placed a hand gently on Daniel’s shoulder as she stood.
Daniel nodded. “Take your time.” He smiled when Sam hesitated. “I’ll be fine. Promise.”
Sam smiled a weak smile back at him. “Okay.” She nodded to Pat and Bertie as she slipped past them and out the door, gently closing it behind her to give Daniel and his visitors some privacy.
“So how are you doing, Daniel? Really?” Bertie sat in the chair Sam had just vacated while Pat grabbed the rolling stool from the corner and took up residence near the foot of Daniel’s bed.
Daniel shrugged. “There’s no lasting physical damage.”
“Daniel,” Pat intoned, sounding so much like Jack in that moment that Daniel nearly did a double-take.
“I’ll be okay. Eventually.” Daniel brushed a hand through his hair; it was starting to get in his eyes. “I’m actually a little surprised to see the two of you here.” Daniel frowned. “I mean, of course you’re here for Jack, I’m just surprised to see you here.”
“Do you really find it so strange for you to have visitors?”
“Bertie.” Pat furrowed his eyebrows at his ex-wife.
“It’s fine, Pat.” Daniel twitched a hesitant smile. “I’m not short on visitors. I’m just not used to those visitors being someone else’s parents.”
Bertie nodded sagely and then a mischievous grin blossomed on her face. “So, that Sam. She’s quite a looker.”
“What?” Daniel blinked stupidly for a second while his brain caught up to the change in topic. “Oh, yeah. Sam’s beautiful.”
Bertie winked. “Has Jack asked her out yet?”
“Has Ja--” Daniel’s eyes widened. “Jack and Sam?” He tried to hold back a laugh. “I doubt that’s going to happen. They respect each other as colleagues too much to break regs. And anyway, she’s not quite his type. Trust me.”
“Oh?” Bertie raised her eyebrow at him. “Do you know something we don’t?”
Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his hospital bed under Bertie’s scrutiny. “Never mind,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t be discussing Jack’s love life with you while he’s not here to defend himself.”
“Daniel, why don’t you ask Sam out?” Bertie asked. Pat sighed and rolled his eyes, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.
Daniel shook his head. “It’d be too weird. Sam’s like my sister.” He picked at his thin hospital blanket. “Besides, she’s not my type either.”
“Well, what is your type?” Bertie leaned forward, excited at the prospect of new information.
Daniel swallowed hard before blurting out “male.” He bit his lip and glanced warily between Pat and Bertie.
“Oh!” Bertie leaned back, startled.
Daniel sighed and looked down at his lap, finding his blanket suddenly fascinating. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have--”
“Daniel Jackson.” Bertie tapped the bottom of Daniel’s chin, causing him to raise his head. “Why are you apologizing for yourself?”
“Well, I-” Daniel began.
Bertie gently took Daniel’s chin in her hand, startling him into silence. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“But--”
“We’re not going to love you any less just because you’re sexually attracted to men.” Bertie dropped her hand to Daniel’s knee and gave it a pat.
Daniel rubbed his hands over his face and felt disinclined to remove them as he felt a blush warming his cheeks. “Oh, god. I’m so not having this conversation right now.” He peeked out from between his fingers. “I’m not even your son.”
Pat reached out and gave Daniel’s foot a quick squeeze. “We think of you as a son anyway, Daniel.”
Daniel slowly lowered his hands, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Thank you.”
“So, are you seeing anyone?” Bertie asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m kind of married to my work.” Daniel absently picked at the skin around his thumbnail. “And with everything being classified, it’s hard to find someone who’ll understand that you can’t talk about what you do for a living. Jack’s used to it because of his background with the Air Force; but for someone like me, someone who thrives on the gathering and sharing of information, it’s difficult.” He shifted again to relieve the pressure on his ass being caused by having the head of his bed raised.
“Well, we should go. Let you get some rest,” Pat said, standing before Bertie could draw Daniel further into a conversation of which Pat was sure that, given his weakened defenses, Daniel wasn’t quite ready to handle.
“You don’t have to go,” Daniel protested, though, truthfully, he was more than ready to have just a little time to himself before the nurse brought dinner.
“Daniel, you look tired,” Pat stated matter-of-factly as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Daniel smiled inwardly at just how much Jack had picked up his father’s mannerisms. “We’re going to get out of your hair and go find something to eat. Possibly take a nap.” Pat jerked his chin toward the door.
Bertie stood, placing her hand on Daniel’s bicep. “You take care of yourself, Daniel.”
Daniel nodded and watched the two exit his room. He lowered the head of his bed. A nap sounded like a wonderful idea. He curled up as best he could and let a smile cross his lips. Jack was safe. They were home. Daniel fell asleep, quickly surrendering to dreamland.
Epilogue
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 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10
DAY 15
Daniel awoke to a knock on the door of his room. He glanced over at Sam, asleep in her chair and her neck in imminent danger of a rather painful cramp. Daniel felt a little guilty for insisting she stay with him. The door opened and revealed the familiar face of Jack’s mother who peeked around the frame before smiling at him.
“Bertie!” Daniel called out in surprise. Sam snorted and woke up, blinking blearily.
“Hello, Daniel!” Bertie opened the door wider and waved her ex-husband in behind her.
“Pat!” Daniel glanced between the two O’Neill’s and Sam. Pat and Bertie seemed happy to see him, though there was worry for Jack reflected in their eyes. Sam looked rumpled and confused. “Sam, these are Jack’s parents--”
“Oh!” Sam sat up straight. “Mr. and Mrs. O’Neill.-”
Daniel winced. “-Pat and Bertie.” Sam frowned at him.
“Told you he’d remember, eh, Bertie? Bright kid, that Daniel.” Pat winked at Daniel as he teased Bertie.
Sam just looked more confused. “I’m going to go grab some coffee, okay?” She placed a hand gently on Daniel’s shoulder as she stood.
Daniel nodded. “Take your time.” He smiled when Sam hesitated. “I’ll be fine. Promise.”
Sam smiled a weak smile back at him. “Okay.” She nodded to Pat and Bertie as she slipped past them and out the door, gently closing it behind her to give Daniel and his visitors some privacy.
“So how are you doing, Daniel? Really?” Bertie sat in the chair Sam had just vacated while Pat grabbed the rolling stool from the corner and took up residence near the foot of Daniel’s bed.
Daniel shrugged. “There’s no lasting physical damage.”
“Daniel,” Pat intoned, sounding so much like Jack in that moment that Daniel nearly did a double-take.
“I’ll be okay. Eventually.” Daniel brushed a hand through his hair; it was starting to get in his eyes. “I’m actually a little surprised to see the two of you here.” Daniel frowned. “I mean, of course you’re here for Jack, I’m just surprised to see you here.”
“Do you really find it so strange for you to have visitors?”
“Bertie.” Pat furrowed his eyebrows at his ex-wife.
“It’s fine, Pat.” Daniel twitched a hesitant smile. “I’m not short on visitors. I’m just not used to those visitors being someone else’s parents.”
Bertie nodded sagely and then a mischievous grin blossomed on her face. “So, that Sam. She’s quite a looker.”
“What?” Daniel blinked stupidly for a second while his brain caught up to the change in topic. “Oh, yeah. Sam’s beautiful.”
Bertie winked. “Has Jack asked her out yet?”
“Has Ja--” Daniel’s eyes widened. “Jack and Sam?” He tried to hold back a laugh. “I doubt that’s going to happen. They respect each other as colleagues too much to break regs. And anyway, she’s not quite his type. Trust me.”
“Oh?” Bertie raised her eyebrow at him. “Do you know something we don’t?”
Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his hospital bed under Bertie’s scrutiny. “Never mind,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t be discussing Jack’s love life with you while he’s not here to defend himself.”
“Daniel, why don’t you ask Sam out?” Bertie asked. Pat sighed and rolled his eyes, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.
Daniel shook his head. “It’d be too weird. Sam’s like my sister.” He picked at his thin hospital blanket. “Besides, she’s not my type either.”
“Well, what is your type?” Bertie leaned forward, excited at the prospect of new information.
Daniel swallowed hard before blurting out “male.” He bit his lip and glanced warily between Pat and Bertie.
“Oh!” Bertie leaned back, startled.
Daniel sighed and looked down at his lap, finding his blanket suddenly fascinating. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have--”
“Daniel Jackson.” Bertie tapped the bottom of Daniel’s chin, causing him to raise his head. “Why are you apologizing for yourself?”
“Well, I-” Daniel began.
Bertie gently took Daniel’s chin in her hand, startling him into silence. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“But--”
“We’re not going to love you any less just because you’re sexually attracted to men.” Bertie dropped her hand to Daniel’s knee and gave it a pat.
Daniel rubbed his hands over his face and felt disinclined to remove them as he felt a blush warming his cheeks. “Oh, god. I’m so not having this conversation right now.” He peeked out from between his fingers. “I’m not even your son.”
Pat reached out and gave Daniel’s foot a quick squeeze. “We think of you as a son anyway, Daniel.”
Daniel slowly lowered his hands, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Thank you.”
“So, are you seeing anyone?” Bertie asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m kind of married to my work.” Daniel absently picked at the skin around his thumbnail. “And with everything being classified, it’s hard to find someone who’ll understand that you can’t talk about what you do for a living. Jack’s used to it because of his background with the Air Force; but for someone like me, someone who thrives on the gathering and sharing of information, it’s difficult.” He shifted again to relieve the pressure on his ass being caused by having the head of his bed raised.
“Well, we should go. Let you get some rest,” Pat said, standing before Bertie could draw Daniel further into a conversation of which Pat was sure that, given his weakened defenses, Daniel wasn’t quite ready to handle.
“You don’t have to go,” Daniel protested, though, truthfully, he was more than ready to have just a little time to himself before the nurse brought dinner.
“Daniel, you look tired,” Pat stated matter-of-factly as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Daniel smiled inwardly at just how much Jack had picked up his father’s mannerisms. “We’re going to get out of your hair and go find something to eat. Possibly take a nap.” Pat jerked his chin toward the door.
Bertie stood, placing her hand on Daniel’s bicep. “You take care of yourself, Daniel.”
Daniel nodded and watched the two exit his room. He lowered the head of his bed. A nap sounded like a wonderful idea. He curled up as best he could and let a smile cross his lips. Jack was safe. They were home. Daniel fell asleep, quickly surrendering to dreamland.
Epilogue