Five letters (warning for bad words and butchered Italian pretending to be Ancient)lilyleia78December 7 2009, 01:17:57 UTC
1 - Dear Dr. Jackson
Daniel
Hey!
How are things on sunny Abydos these days? I hope married life is treating you better than it did me. Sara rightly decided to leave my sorry ass. Can’t say I blame her; our life was always more secrets than truth by the end and then Charlie…
This is stupid. My therapist A friend suggested I write a letter to work through my feelings on the divorce but not send it. Stupid, right? But hey, who better to write an unsendable (is that a word? Whatever? You’re never seeing this anyway) to than someone who’ll I never see again anyway.
I’m retired now. Spend my days fishing and my nights looking up at the sky searching for Abydos. I’ve no idea why I can’t get it and Skaara and you off my mind. But I hope you’re all well and happy. Take care of that kid, alright. He’s got a troublemaker look about him, and you’re bound to be a terrible influence.
Wish I was there
Jack
2 - Daniel -
Se questa è l'ultima cosa coerente che lo produco appena voglialo sapere… Ah, inferno, I don' la t sa. Grazie. Per l'aiuto me attraverso il questo e tutto.
Amo la cura circa il sogno circa…
Scopilo. Eravate un buon amico.
Sempre,
Jack
Daniel - If this is the last coherent thing I write, I want you to know… Ah hell, I don't know. Thanks. For helping me through this and everything.
I love care about dream about
Fuck it. You were a good friend.
Always, Jack
3 - Daniel -
I’m so, so sorry about Sha’re. Words aren’t my thing. I don’t know what to say to make this better. Although I suppose if I found magical words to heal pain I’d be rich instead of a lowly Colonel pining away for his grieving best friend.
Just…I’m here. We’re all here. And I promise to listen with minimal annoying interruptions if you need to talk. Or need to be held, feel loved and treasured
Your friend,
Damn it. I can’t send this anyway.
I love you, Jack
4 - Daniel -
I am an ass. Forgive me anyway.
Your sorry ass, Jack
5 - Baby -
Your name is cleared. Jonas - the weasel - came clean and is now seeking asylum with the SGC. He thinks you’re a goddamn hero. Which, yeah, you are, but I’m pissed off at you right now and in no mood to think about your so-called virtues.
That’s a lie. Though I wish to God it were true. Anger is a much nicer feeling than the pain you've left me.
I hate you Daniel Jackson.
Come back to me.
Still yours, Jack
*** Daniel smiled as he read the last of the letters he’d found on the nightstand under his glasses when he’d woken up. Leave it to Jack to sweet talk him with foul language and angry words. He set the letters back down and padded down the hall - still barefoot and bare-chested - to the kitchen.
Jack was standing at the counter, watching coffee drip into the pot. He didn’t turn around at Daniel’s entrance, and Daniel took advantage of the pose to slip in behind him, wrapping both arms around to pull Jack tight against him.
Daniel hooked his chin over Jack’s left shoulder and pressed their cheeks together. “Most people say it with flowers.”
Jack leaned into the touch with a laugh. “Most people aren’t trying to say it to a linguist.”
“Trying to seduce me with language?”
“Is it working?”
Daniel pretended to consider. “Appeal to the archaeologist in me by digging up some breakfast, and I’ll be yours forever.”
Jack leaned back to press a kiss to Daniel’s stubbly cheek. “Sweet.”
Daniel
Hey!
How are things on sunny Abydos these days? I hope married life is treating you better than it did me. Sara rightly decided to leave my sorry ass. Can’t say I blame her; our life was always more secrets than truth by the end and then Charlie…
This is stupid. My therapist A friend suggested I write a letter to work through my feelings on the divorce but not send it. Stupid, right? But hey, who better to write an unsendable (is that a word? Whatever? You’re never seeing this anyway) to than someone who’ll I never see again anyway.
I’m retired now. Spend my days fishing and my nights looking up at the sky searching for Abydos. I’ve no idea why I can’t get it and Skaara and you off my mind. But I hope you’re all well and happy. Take care of that kid, alright. He’s got a troublemaker look about him, and you’re bound to be a terrible influence.
Wish I was there
Jack
2 - Daniel -
Se questa è l'ultima cosa coerente che lo produco appena voglialo sapere… Ah, inferno, I don' la t sa. Grazie. Per l'aiuto me attraverso il questo e tutto.
Amo la cura circa il sogno circa…
Scopilo. Eravate un buon amico.
Sempre,
Jack
Daniel - If this is the last coherent thing I write, I want you to know… Ah hell, I don't know. Thanks. For helping me through this and everything.
I love care about dream about
Fuck it. You were a good friend.
Always,
Jack
3 - Daniel -
I’m so, so sorry about Sha’re. Words aren’t my thing. I don’t know what to say to make this better. Although I suppose if I found magical words to heal pain I’d be rich instead of a lowly Colonel pining away for his grieving best friend.
Just…I’m here. We’re all here. And I promise to listen with minimal annoying interruptions if you need to talk. Or need to be held, feel loved and treasured
Your friend,
Damn it. I can’t send this anyway.
I love you,
Jack
4 - Daniel -
I am an ass. Forgive me anyway.
Your sorry ass,
Jack
5 - Baby -
Your name is cleared. Jonas - the weasel - came clean and is now seeking asylum with the SGC. He thinks you’re a goddamn hero. Which, yeah, you are, but I’m pissed off at you right now and in no mood to think about your so-called virtues.
That’s a lie. Though I wish to God it were true. Anger is a much nicer feeling than the pain you've left me.
I hate you Daniel Jackson.
Come back to me.
Still yours,
Jack
***
Daniel smiled as he read the last of the letters he’d found on the nightstand under his glasses when he’d woken up. Leave it to Jack to sweet talk him with foul language and angry words. He set the letters back down and padded down the hall - still barefoot and bare-chested - to the kitchen.
Jack was standing at the counter, watching coffee drip into the pot. He didn’t turn around at Daniel’s entrance, and Daniel took advantage of the pose to slip in behind him, wrapping both arms around to pull Jack tight against him.
Daniel hooked his chin over Jack’s left shoulder and pressed their cheeks together. “Most people say it with flowers.”
Jack leaned into the touch with a laugh. “Most people aren’t trying to say it to a linguist.”
“Trying to seduce me with language?”
“Is it working?”
Daniel pretended to consider. “Appeal to the archaeologist in me by digging up some breakfast, and I’ll be yours forever.”
Jack leaned back to press a kiss to Daniel’s stubbly cheek. “Sweet.”
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The letters are fantastic, and the dialogue in the kitchen is perfection. ♥
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Thanks.
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