Timestamp: More Than We Are PG
Timestamp meme.
And this one... okay, this is one I think about now and then. It will probably end up as a sequel someday. :)
For kellifer_fic
(Sam/Jack/Daniel and maybe Teal'c)
Five years after the end of 'More Than We Are' AKA Dorkverse.
A snippet in the life of the dork team: (because Daniel didn't die, and I want them to be happy.)
Sam smiled as the cool Nile waters enclosed her legs, stealing the heat out of her skin and drying the sweat on the back of her neck. She pulled the bottom of her tunic up and tucked it into her belt. Occasionally she'd do this naked, but somehow that always ended with all of them back in bed by the afternoon, and the barley languishing, dry, in the field.
She dug her toes into the soft mud and slowly walked a circle, kicking up the silt until it swirled in the river water, thick and brown and full of life.
She looked up as Daniel splashed into the water beside her, his long hair tied back with a braid of river reeds. He flashed her a smile as he leaned over to scoop the silt-rich water into a big jug. "Jack wants to start making beer tomorrow."
"The barley is nearly malted. I think we should try some honey this time to sweeten it up." She watched the water bead on the hair of his chest and glint in the sun.
Daniel lifted one brow, wryly. "The day we discover the missing ingredient for Budweiser, he may have a holy experience."
She snorted. "And here I thought he was having a holy experience this morning!"
Daniel hooked an arm around her neck and leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. "Well, he did call out God's name a lot."
She smiled and kissed him, happily remembering the early, sleepy tangle of limbs and the drag of wet, warm mouths; the cool shiver of breath against her wet skin, and Jack's gasps as she and Daniel had traced all the familiar paths on his body.
She gave a brief, sharp tug on Daniel's pony-tail, thinking that maybe she'd braid it tonight. He shifted the jug in his hands and waded out of the river, heading toward their small fields and the isolated farm beyond. The soil wasn't as rich here as it was closer to the village, it was difficult to work the ground. But it was easier to live here, away from the natives.
Sam kicked up more silt and smiled as she watched Daniel walk away. When she circled and turned, she saw the boat returning from downstream. Teal'c's bronzed body shone with sweat as he dug into the river bottom with the long pole, pushing the small, light boat back toward home. Jack's tanned narrow back gleamed as he twisted around to grab the basket of fish they'd caught that morning. He held it up for her to see, indicating their good luck, and she watched as his mouth widened into a grin. She blew them a kiss and even Teal'c smiled.
It was a good time of year. The harvests were coming in, and soon they'd be making salt and drinking beer, spending the evenings in a warm, flushed, haze. Laughing and tangling around each other, and only occasionally feeling the sadness of their lost world encroaching on them. It wasn't always so easy, but for now... it was perfect.
(Er, I hope I got all the historical facts correct. It's mostly from documentaries.)
And this one... okay, this is one I think about now and then. It will probably end up as a sequel someday. :)
For kellifer_fic
(Sam/Jack/Daniel and maybe Teal'c)
Five years after the end of 'More Than We Are' AKA Dorkverse.
A snippet in the life of the dork team: (because Daniel didn't die, and I want them to be happy.)
Sam smiled as the cool Nile waters enclosed her legs, stealing the heat out of her skin and drying the sweat on the back of her neck. She pulled the bottom of her tunic up and tucked it into her belt. Occasionally she'd do this naked, but somehow that always ended with all of them back in bed by the afternoon, and the barley languishing, dry, in the field.
She dug her toes into the soft mud and slowly walked a circle, kicking up the silt until it swirled in the river water, thick and brown and full of life.
She looked up as Daniel splashed into the water beside her, his long hair tied back with a braid of river reeds. He flashed her a smile as he leaned over to scoop the silt-rich water into a big jug. "Jack wants to start making beer tomorrow."
"The barley is nearly malted. I think we should try some honey this time to sweeten it up." She watched the water bead on the hair of his chest and glint in the sun.
Daniel lifted one brow, wryly. "The day we discover the missing ingredient for Budweiser, he may have a holy experience."
She snorted. "And here I thought he was having a holy experience this morning!"
Daniel hooked an arm around her neck and leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. "Well, he did call out God's name a lot."
She smiled and kissed him, happily remembering the early, sleepy tangle of limbs and the drag of wet, warm mouths; the cool shiver of breath against her wet skin, and Jack's gasps as she and Daniel had traced all the familiar paths on his body.
She gave a brief, sharp tug on Daniel's pony-tail, thinking that maybe she'd braid it tonight. He shifted the jug in his hands and waded out of the river, heading toward their small fields and the isolated farm beyond. The soil wasn't as rich here as it was closer to the village, it was difficult to work the ground. But it was easier to live here, away from the natives.
Sam kicked up more silt and smiled as she watched Daniel walk away. When she circled and turned, she saw the boat returning from downstream. Teal'c's bronzed body shone with sweat as he dug into the river bottom with the long pole, pushing the small, light boat back toward home. Jack's tanned narrow back gleamed as he twisted around to grab the basket of fish they'd caught that morning. He held it up for her to see, indicating their good luck, and she watched as his mouth widened into a grin. She blew them a kiss and even Teal'c smiled.
It was a good time of year. The harvests were coming in, and soon they'd be making salt and drinking beer, spending the evenings in a warm, flushed, haze. Laughing and tangling around each other, and only occasionally feeling the sadness of their lost world encroaching on them. It wasn't always so easy, but for now... it was perfect.
(Er, I hope I got all the historical facts correct. It's mostly from documentaries.)