First Impressions by Pares (NC-17)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Teal'c, Sam Carter (Team)
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Categories: slash, team, drama, plotty, (sort of) body swap
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: N/A
Author's Website: Pares on AO3
Link: First Impressions
Why This Must Be Read: A weird alien culture, a comatose Daniel, FEELINGS, and Jack trying to navigate it all-this is one of my very favorite Jack/Daniel stories. It's nice and long, and fairly plotty as the team has to figure out what happened to Daniel when he suddenly collapsed while trying to communicate with the nice alien tree-people-things. When the tree beings hand over something that looks like a bar of soap and talks like Daniel, that's when the story really kicks off.
This one is a ride, including two distinct alien cultures, teaminess, and a great exploration of the characters-especially the relationship between Jack and Daniel and communication. (Also, this fic fully recognizes that Jack has cooties.)
The MALP had shown the settlement exactly as they'd left it. Before he followed the MALP through, he could feel Sam's anxious eyes on his back, and Teal'c's strong wish to accompany him.
The wavy tree guys seemed to have been expecting him, although this time they didn't crowd close or try to touch him. They stood around in a loose half circle, and even though they didn't have eyes (eyes he could see anyway), he could tell they were checking him out.
One came forward and backed away again. Where it had been standing was a white bar like the one they'd used on Daniel. Then the herd of them waved at him in a slow way that reminded him of underwater photography. They clearly wanted him to take it. Or maybe just leave again.
"Thanks. I guess."
He picked up the device and almost dropped it when it started talking to him. In Daniel's voice.
"Jack. This is weird. This is like... I guess it's like being dead. Anyway, the Fijar have used this device to catch my thoughts in the last moments before my death. So. If you're hearing this, I must be dead. Which is odd, for me. Although not as odd as it might have been for someone who hasn't already been dead several times."
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Teal'c, Sam Carter (Team)
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Categories: slash, team, drama, plotty, (sort of) body swap
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: N/A
Author's Website: Pares on AO3
Link: First Impressions
Why This Must Be Read: A weird alien culture, a comatose Daniel, FEELINGS, and Jack trying to navigate it all-this is one of my very favorite Jack/Daniel stories. It's nice and long, and fairly plotty as the team has to figure out what happened to Daniel when he suddenly collapsed while trying to communicate with the nice alien tree-people-things. When the tree beings hand over something that looks like a bar of soap and talks like Daniel, that's when the story really kicks off.
This one is a ride, including two distinct alien cultures, teaminess, and a great exploration of the characters-especially the relationship between Jack and Daniel and communication. (Also, this fic fully recognizes that Jack has cooties.)
The MALP had shown the settlement exactly as they'd left it. Before he followed the MALP through, he could feel Sam's anxious eyes on his back, and Teal'c's strong wish to accompany him.
The wavy tree guys seemed to have been expecting him, although this time they didn't crowd close or try to touch him. They stood around in a loose half circle, and even though they didn't have eyes (eyes he could see anyway), he could tell they were checking him out.
One came forward and backed away again. Where it had been standing was a white bar like the one they'd used on Daniel. Then the herd of them waved at him in a slow way that reminded him of underwater photography. They clearly wanted him to take it. Or maybe just leave again.
"Thanks. I guess."
He picked up the device and almost dropped it when it started talking to him. In Daniel's voice.
"Jack. This is weird. This is like... I guess it's like being dead. Anyway, the Fijar have used this device to catch my thoughts in the last moments before my death. So. If you're hearing this, I must be dead. Which is odd, for me. Although not as odd as it might have been for someone who hasn't already been dead several times."