7 SG-1 ficlets, J/D friendship and slash, G and PG
So, with reduced internet access and a hell of a lot of boredom, it is now my goal to finish my stargatefic100 claim before I go back to school. Towards that end, I kinda just gave myself a time limit, picked a prompt at random, and wrote 'til time was up. So, here's whatever the hell came out. Slash is marked.
Big Damn Table is here.
Prompt #71 - broken, G, S7, 261 words
“I told ya that was gonna happen.”
“Actually, you didn’t.” As the wormhole collapsed behind them, Daniel stepped off the ramp and adjusted his rather crunched-looking glasses.
“Yeah, well, okay, but I did tell you that the natives seemed a little too interested in ’em. That’s what…the third pair you’ve went through since we got you back?”
“Well, I didn’t know the kids were going to think my glasses were some kind of toy. I mean, most of the cultures we meet don’t seem to use them, so I can understand a certain amount of curiosity…”
Jack rested a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, giving him a not-so-gentle push towards the door. “Ah! Post- mission physicals now, cultural lectures during the debrief, ’kay?”
The two made their way through the halls and towards the infirmary. Daniel still toyed with his glasses, a futile effort to get the broken frames to stay in place. Jack watched with amusement as no matter what Daniel did, the glasses wouldn’t stay put. He tried not to laugh, but wasn’t quite successful.
Daniel glared. “What’s so funny?”
“This is why you’d switched to contacts full-time before the whole glowy thing.”
“Now, I know I wouldn’t have worn contacts full-time because they bother my eyes. In fact, I remember that I only wore them occasionally. Just like I remember that I don’t like your beer and that you didn’t date that redhead and that I never lost at chess as often as you say.”
“You always believed me before, you know.”
“Uh-huh, Jack. Whatever you say.”
Prompt #7 - days, PG, S1, 500 words
Daniel counts his life in days since Sha’re was taken.
The first day he spends getting prodded by doctors, glared at by the brass, and taken home by Jack. Beer and anxiety get the better of him, and he sleeps. The second day, he wants to hit the ground running, go out there now and find her. Doesn’t care where they look, he just needs to be doing something. Jack, of course, demands he be practical and work on getting declared not-dead. He starts the paperwork they give him, and only thinks of her every few seconds. The third isn’t much different.
By the seventh day, Daniel’s living on caffeine and determination. And maybe more than a little anger. At Apophis, at Hammond, at the military in general. At himself. That night, Jack offers Daniel his guest room; Daniel declines, stays on base. At least he can work there.
He’s scheduled to go off-world on the thirty-fifth day, still one of SG-1’s first few missions together. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of: new discoveries every trip, more things to learn each time, and a team that’s fast becoming friends, maybe even family. When he steps through the wormhole and finds no signs of Goa’uld occupation, Daniel’s not sure if he’s disappointed or relieved.
Day eighty-seven Daniel spends hauling stuff up to his new apartment while Jack watches. Jack says he’s ‘supervising’; Daniel says he’s being a lazy ass. When everything’s finally in place, looking like a real home, Jack breaks out the alcohol and tells stories about his old military buddies, each one more outrageous than the last. Daniel laughs along, even at the ones that aren’t all that funny. Before he leaves, Jack puts a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, tells him, “This doesn’t mean you’re giving up on her.” Daniel almost believes it.
On day one hundred ninety, Daniel throws himself into translations. It’s better than facing the fact that he hasn’t found Sha’re yet.
Daniel shows up at Jack’s door in a panic on day three hundred sixty-four. Jack lets him in, waits patiently while he silently paces the living room, gearing up. After twenty minutes, Daniel stops and faces Jack, finally ready.
“I’m forgetting what she smells like.”
“And I’m forgetting things about Charlie. This happens, Daniel; it’s natural. It’s been a year-”
“What if we never find her, Jack? What if…”
Jack shrugs. “You stay here. Stay with the team. Do your job. Know you did your best, and keep her memory alive. It’s all you can do.”
Jack leaves the room, going off towards the kitchen. Daniel sits on the couch and stares at a point on the rug somewhere. Jack comes back a few moments later, sits, and presses a coffee mug into Daniel’s hands. Daniel takes it and faces Jack.
“Sorry I’m… sorry for this. Thanks for, you know, being here.”
“Eh, just try and get rid of me.” Daniel half- smiles at that.
On day three hundred sixty-five, Daniel keeps going.
Prompt #42 - dependence, PG, 133 words
Jack blinked and tried to make sense of the blur in front of him. His head felt fuzzy, except for the beat of throbbing pain behind his eyes. After a few moments, things cleared up enough that he could recognize Daniel’s face hovering over him, concerned eyes peering down at him. Jack tried to lift his head up just a bit, but the worsening of his headache made it clear that that hadn’t been the brightest idea. Daniel rested his hand lightly on Jack’s chest.
“Whoa, hey! Don’t try to move yet. You were zatted. Took a fall, but not too bad. Sam and Teal’c got the last couple of Jaffa; they’ll be back in a minute, and then we’ll get you home.”
Jack lay back down, knowing he could rely on Daniel.
Prompt #52 - fire, PG, post Fire and Water, 262 words
It’s a quiet mission, with nothing but exciting mineral surveys for Carter and exciting cave paintings for Daniel. A good mission to ease them back into the swing of it. No Goa’uld, no man-eating plants, no overgrown sushi to kidnap Daniel.
It’s dark already, and they’re settled for the night, with tents up and campfire going. Carter is already chattering away at Teal’c over the latest fascinating something. Jack looks up and across the fire to see what Daniel’s doing. He’s taking notes, of course, with the fire lighting his work and his face.
And in that moment, it’s like Daniel’s burning all over again. Jack knows Daniel’s okay, alive and real; he’s right there, only a few feet away. But the memory is as clear as when Jack had believed it to be truth. He still sees the flame lick at Daniel’s flesh, leaving a sickly-sweet smell Jack knows far too well. He feels the flash of heat and dread, and Daniel’s screams for help are still in his ears.
Through the memory, with whatever small piece of himself that isn’t caught up in it, he hears Carter gasp. She sees it too. That makes Jack shake his head, and things finally clear. It’s not that planet. Just a campfire. Daniel, safe.
Jack stands and goes over to Daniel, rests a hand on his shoulder for the confirmation only the feel of a warm body can give. He covers it smoothly, says, “Daniel, you’re first watch,” before he retreats to his tent.
When Jack finally sleeps, he dreams of the ocean.
Prompt #86 - choices, PG, slash, 225 words
The way I look at it, I’ve got three options right now.
I can forget about the whole thing. Turn around and go back home. That’s probably the best idea. No chance of losing Daniel’s friendship or my job. No agonizing over how to tell Daniel I’ve developed some less-than-appropriate feelings for him. No scary self-discovery over the ‘I’m bisexual and never did anything about it’ thing. The easy way out, but I’m not necessarily adverse to that.
I can wait on it. I won’t be doing the military thing forever, and when I retire, I’m a free man. I can wait ’til my knees give out, wave bye-bye to the Air Force, and come out with it. Okay, bad choice of words there, but still…
Or, I can tell Daniel I’m in love with him, probably committing career suicide and possibly fucking up a good friendship in the process. I’m not gonna even let myself think about what might happen if he feels at all the same.
So, three options, each crazier than the last. It should be a difficult decision, but it’s not. I know what I’m gonna do. It’s the consequences that’ll be hard to live with.
I knock on Daniel’s door, and he answers it after a minute. He’s smiling, happy to see me, I hope.
“Jack, what’s up?”
“Hey, Daniel…”
Prompt #1 - beginnings, PG, slash, 210 words
So this is how it starts.
Daniel won’t take no for an answer, not that he ever does, not when it matters. He ignores all of Jack’s protests, leans in, and kisses him, just kisses him cool and easy like he’s been doing it since the beginning. Daniel’s mouth is warm and wet and way too sure, and Jack knows that he’s supposed to be the rational one tonight, supposed to pull away and list all the reasons they can’t do this: the team, the military, their friendship. Jack knows this, but damn, he wishes he could forget it.
Like he knows just what Jack is thinking, Daniel breaks the kiss and says, “You want this; I want this. Just let it be that simple.” Daniel takes Jack’s hand, pulls him up off the couch and towards the hall. “Bedroom.”
Jack stops and stares at Daniel, but doesn’t let go of his hand. “So, we’re doing this?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Jack knows there’s no use arguing with Daniel when he’s like this. Jack’s convinced, not that he needed much convincing, anyway. He smiles. “So, do I ever get to make a decision ever again?”
“You can choose who bottoms. Come on.”
He tugs at Jack’s hand again, and Jack follows.
Prompt #34 - not enough, PG, slash, 113 words
When Daniel kisses, he does it with his whole body. He presses up against Jack like he wants to share skin; he keeps his hands moving like he can’t bear to leave any inch of Jack untouched. Daniel wraps himself around Jack ’til they’re nothing but a tangle of heat and movement. He chases Jack’s tongue with his own, mixing tastes of beer and coffee and them. Daniel kisses just like he does everything else: with all of his fire and determination, with a single-minded thoroughness, with challenge and tease and maybe just a little bit of arrogance.
Jack takes it all in, takes in Daniel, and tries to pull him impossibly closer.
Big Damn Table is here.
Prompt #71 - broken, G, S7, 261 words
“I told ya that was gonna happen.”
“Actually, you didn’t.” As the wormhole collapsed behind them, Daniel stepped off the ramp and adjusted his rather crunched-looking glasses.
“Yeah, well, okay, but I did tell you that the natives seemed a little too interested in ’em. That’s what…the third pair you’ve went through since we got you back?”
“Well, I didn’t know the kids were going to think my glasses were some kind of toy. I mean, most of the cultures we meet don’t seem to use them, so I can understand a certain amount of curiosity…”
Jack rested a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, giving him a not-so-gentle push towards the door. “Ah! Post- mission physicals now, cultural lectures during the debrief, ’kay?”
The two made their way through the halls and towards the infirmary. Daniel still toyed with his glasses, a futile effort to get the broken frames to stay in place. Jack watched with amusement as no matter what Daniel did, the glasses wouldn’t stay put. He tried not to laugh, but wasn’t quite successful.
Daniel glared. “What’s so funny?”
“This is why you’d switched to contacts full-time before the whole glowy thing.”
“Now, I know I wouldn’t have worn contacts full-time because they bother my eyes. In fact, I remember that I only wore them occasionally. Just like I remember that I don’t like your beer and that you didn’t date that redhead and that I never lost at chess as often as you say.”
“You always believed me before, you know.”
“Uh-huh, Jack. Whatever you say.”
Prompt #7 - days, PG, S1, 500 words
Daniel counts his life in days since Sha’re was taken.
The first day he spends getting prodded by doctors, glared at by the brass, and taken home by Jack. Beer and anxiety get the better of him, and he sleeps. The second day, he wants to hit the ground running, go out there now and find her. Doesn’t care where they look, he just needs to be doing something. Jack, of course, demands he be practical and work on getting declared not-dead. He starts the paperwork they give him, and only thinks of her every few seconds. The third isn’t much different.
By the seventh day, Daniel’s living on caffeine and determination. And maybe more than a little anger. At Apophis, at Hammond, at the military in general. At himself. That night, Jack offers Daniel his guest room; Daniel declines, stays on base. At least he can work there.
He’s scheduled to go off-world on the thirty-fifth day, still one of SG-1’s first few missions together. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of: new discoveries every trip, more things to learn each time, and a team that’s fast becoming friends, maybe even family. When he steps through the wormhole and finds no signs of Goa’uld occupation, Daniel’s not sure if he’s disappointed or relieved.
Day eighty-seven Daniel spends hauling stuff up to his new apartment while Jack watches. Jack says he’s ‘supervising’; Daniel says he’s being a lazy ass. When everything’s finally in place, looking like a real home, Jack breaks out the alcohol and tells stories about his old military buddies, each one more outrageous than the last. Daniel laughs along, even at the ones that aren’t all that funny. Before he leaves, Jack puts a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, tells him, “This doesn’t mean you’re giving up on her.” Daniel almost believes it.
On day one hundred ninety, Daniel throws himself into translations. It’s better than facing the fact that he hasn’t found Sha’re yet.
Daniel shows up at Jack’s door in a panic on day three hundred sixty-four. Jack lets him in, waits patiently while he silently paces the living room, gearing up. After twenty minutes, Daniel stops and faces Jack, finally ready.
“I’m forgetting what she smells like.”
“And I’m forgetting things about Charlie. This happens, Daniel; it’s natural. It’s been a year-”
“What if we never find her, Jack? What if…”
Jack shrugs. “You stay here. Stay with the team. Do your job. Know you did your best, and keep her memory alive. It’s all you can do.”
Jack leaves the room, going off towards the kitchen. Daniel sits on the couch and stares at a point on the rug somewhere. Jack comes back a few moments later, sits, and presses a coffee mug into Daniel’s hands. Daniel takes it and faces Jack.
“Sorry I’m… sorry for this. Thanks for, you know, being here.”
“Eh, just try and get rid of me.” Daniel half- smiles at that.
On day three hundred sixty-five, Daniel keeps going.
Prompt #42 - dependence, PG, 133 words
Jack blinked and tried to make sense of the blur in front of him. His head felt fuzzy, except for the beat of throbbing pain behind his eyes. After a few moments, things cleared up enough that he could recognize Daniel’s face hovering over him, concerned eyes peering down at him. Jack tried to lift his head up just a bit, but the worsening of his headache made it clear that that hadn’t been the brightest idea. Daniel rested his hand lightly on Jack’s chest.
“Whoa, hey! Don’t try to move yet. You were zatted. Took a fall, but not too bad. Sam and Teal’c got the last couple of Jaffa; they’ll be back in a minute, and then we’ll get you home.”
Jack lay back down, knowing he could rely on Daniel.
Prompt #52 - fire, PG, post Fire and Water, 262 words
It’s a quiet mission, with nothing but exciting mineral surveys for Carter and exciting cave paintings for Daniel. A good mission to ease them back into the swing of it. No Goa’uld, no man-eating plants, no overgrown sushi to kidnap Daniel.
It’s dark already, and they’re settled for the night, with tents up and campfire going. Carter is already chattering away at Teal’c over the latest fascinating something. Jack looks up and across the fire to see what Daniel’s doing. He’s taking notes, of course, with the fire lighting his work and his face.
And in that moment, it’s like Daniel’s burning all over again. Jack knows Daniel’s okay, alive and real; he’s right there, only a few feet away. But the memory is as clear as when Jack had believed it to be truth. He still sees the flame lick at Daniel’s flesh, leaving a sickly-sweet smell Jack knows far too well. He feels the flash of heat and dread, and Daniel’s screams for help are still in his ears.
Through the memory, with whatever small piece of himself that isn’t caught up in it, he hears Carter gasp. She sees it too. That makes Jack shake his head, and things finally clear. It’s not that planet. Just a campfire. Daniel, safe.
Jack stands and goes over to Daniel, rests a hand on his shoulder for the confirmation only the feel of a warm body can give. He covers it smoothly, says, “Daniel, you’re first watch,” before he retreats to his tent.
When Jack finally sleeps, he dreams of the ocean.
Prompt #86 - choices, PG, slash, 225 words
The way I look at it, I’ve got three options right now.
I can forget about the whole thing. Turn around and go back home. That’s probably the best idea. No chance of losing Daniel’s friendship or my job. No agonizing over how to tell Daniel I’ve developed some less-than-appropriate feelings for him. No scary self-discovery over the ‘I’m bisexual and never did anything about it’ thing. The easy way out, but I’m not necessarily adverse to that.
I can wait on it. I won’t be doing the military thing forever, and when I retire, I’m a free man. I can wait ’til my knees give out, wave bye-bye to the Air Force, and come out with it. Okay, bad choice of words there, but still…
Or, I can tell Daniel I’m in love with him, probably committing career suicide and possibly fucking up a good friendship in the process. I’m not gonna even let myself think about what might happen if he feels at all the same.
So, three options, each crazier than the last. It should be a difficult decision, but it’s not. I know what I’m gonna do. It’s the consequences that’ll be hard to live with.
I knock on Daniel’s door, and he answers it after a minute. He’s smiling, happy to see me, I hope.
“Jack, what’s up?”
“Hey, Daniel…”
Prompt #1 - beginnings, PG, slash, 210 words
So this is how it starts.
Daniel won’t take no for an answer, not that he ever does, not when it matters. He ignores all of Jack’s protests, leans in, and kisses him, just kisses him cool and easy like he’s been doing it since the beginning. Daniel’s mouth is warm and wet and way too sure, and Jack knows that he’s supposed to be the rational one tonight, supposed to pull away and list all the reasons they can’t do this: the team, the military, their friendship. Jack knows this, but damn, he wishes he could forget it.
Like he knows just what Jack is thinking, Daniel breaks the kiss and says, “You want this; I want this. Just let it be that simple.” Daniel takes Jack’s hand, pulls him up off the couch and towards the hall. “Bedroom.”
Jack stops and stares at Daniel, but doesn’t let go of his hand. “So, we’re doing this?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Jack knows there’s no use arguing with Daniel when he’s like this. Jack’s convinced, not that he needed much convincing, anyway. He smiles. “So, do I ever get to make a decision ever again?”
“You can choose who bottoms. Come on.”
He tugs at Jack’s hand again, and Jack follows.
Prompt #34 - not enough, PG, slash, 113 words
When Daniel kisses, he does it with his whole body. He presses up against Jack like he wants to share skin; he keeps his hands moving like he can’t bear to leave any inch of Jack untouched. Daniel wraps himself around Jack ’til they’re nothing but a tangle of heat and movement. He chases Jack’s tongue with his own, mixing tastes of beer and coffee and them. Daniel kisses just like he does everything else: with all of his fire and determination, with a single-minded thoroughness, with challenge and tease and maybe just a little bit of arrogance.
Jack takes it all in, takes in Daniel, and tries to pull him impossibly closer.