For Every Action

Oct 10, 2010 19:12

Title: For Every Action
Author: tresa_cho
Beta: sapphic85
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Must be able to laugh at self to read this. No offense meant to anyone, this is a shameless romp into fandom.
Summary: Jack and Daniel go not-quite-undercover to monitor some goings-on outside the mountain. What they discover about themselves will change everything.

Author's notes: I kind of got around the requirement about Carter. Sorry. I think I'm constitutionally incapable of being mean to Sam. We're both women in theoretical astrophysics, she's like a sister in arms...

Prompt:

Rowaine [lj: rowaine]

Two (2) Requirements:
1. "We're not gay. We're just friends who have sex."
2. smackdown of the Sam crush
Optional Request: Teal'c/Sam
Restriction #1: no Jonas
Restriction #2: must be pre-s7



Jack tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing as his lips twisted into a confused frown. Daniel couldn't quite figure out which direction to hold the print. He rotated it over in his hands, peering at the image, trying to decipher it.

“I don't-” Daniel started.

“Aht!” Jack cut him off sharply, unable to pull his eyes away from the image Daniel held in his hands.

“But... That's... I don't think that's even physically-”

“AHT!” Jack snapped. “Stop. Daniel.”

“Sir, are you going to buy that or not?”

Daniel's and Jack's eyes were torn from the print to the pretty young girl sitting behind the table, watching them impatiently. “I have another customer that is very interested in that print. Position 17 is very hard to draw, and the number of fanartists who can draw it are few, to say the least. Now, if you'd like to give me a price, I will be more than happy to consider selling it to you. Are you interested?” She blinked owlishly behind her glasses, hand poised over a notepad in her lap.

“I think it's very important that we take artifacts from the astounding culture home with us,” Daniel murmured in Jack's ear. Jack swallowed hard against the flush of heat rising in his gut.

“No, we're not interested,” Jack said firmly, taking the print out of Daniel's hand and returning it to the girl. She smiled and winked at him before taking it and laying it back on the table beside prints of what Jack could only assume were Positions 16 and 18. Jack did his best not to shudder as he grabbed Daniel by the shoulder and steered him away from the incredibly awkward section of the building labeled Artist's Corner.

“This has to be the most surreal thing I've ever experienced,” Jack muttered under his breath as they made their way back to the convention proper. “There's a reason they put the artists in the basement, methinks.”

“Jack, be nice,” Daniel said, not quite concealing his chuckle of amusement. “You have to admit, some of those pictures were very clever-”

“There's something wrong with them,” Jack pressed, still scowling. “How can they... They spend their free time contemplating the sex lives of fictional characters!”

“Jack, people have to have hobbies.” Daniel was still using his Barely Contained Amusement Voice. “Technically you have no reason to be upset. Technically, those pictures weren't even us.”

“No, no,” Jack countered. “Technically, they were us. Untechnically, they were Danning and Levant. Who are technically us. Therefore, technically those pictures were us.”

They stepped off the escalator into the convention center proper and started walking through the crowds of people towards the front lobby, where they were to meet Carter and Teal'c.

“You're the one who wanted to go down there,” Daniel chuckled lightly. Jack grunted noncommittally. “The fan culture is very interesting, when you think about it. The Internet has created a veritable world unto itself. It allows people with common interests to flock together and generate creativity where they wouldn't have been able to before. And when those people gather in large groups, you get things like science fiction conventions. And you get Artist Corners.”

“Daniel.”

“What?”

“Shut up,” Jack said playfully as they approached Carter and Teal'c, who stood in the center of the lobby. Teal'c blended in for the first time in his life, and Carter actually looked in place with her full camo.

“Oh man! I love your costumes!”

Jack and Daniel were derailed just before they could reach Carter and Teal'c. Carter grinned wide and thanked the enthusiastic girl who had approached her. “Thanks,” Carter beamed, completely in character.

“Can I get your picture?” the girl, wearing what appeared to be Carter's shimmering outfit from their time spent with the Shavadai. Carter nodded and posed ridiculously with Teal'c, who, also consistently in character, remained completely stoic in the face of the flashbulb. “Just a note, though, your hair is really blonde! Couldn't you find a brunette wig?” the girl asked as she lowered her camera.

“I don't dye my hair for conventions,” Carter said.

“That's cool!” the girl said, smiling. “I'll see you around.” And she bounced off with her camera in hand. Jack and Daniel approached Carter and Teal'c.

“Good job, Carter. I see you're fitting in nicely,” Jack commented.

“I don't get it, sir. If these pictures get posted on the internet, it could blow our cover wide open,” Carter muttered under her breath, very careful to keep her words from reaching the crowds around them.

“Just trust the DOD,” Jack said wryly. “Their worms will be able to crack down on any images that surface.”

“It just seems like an unnecessary risk, sir,” Carter pointed out. Jack shrugged.

“When Uncle Sam says jump.” Jack waved his hand absently. Carter's eyes roved the crowds as she listened to her CO. Their job was to monitor the convention and figure exactly how much the show's creators and fans knew. Carter and Teal'c were the infiltration detail, to roam through the massive crowds of the convention center and listen to the gossip about the show and its origins. Jack and Daniel had VIP passes to meet with show producers and cast, to check up on how they were doing with their cover-up.

“Everyone got their comms on?” Jack asked, tapping his ear. Carter and Teal'c nodded. Daniel fiddled with a pin on his shirt, and then nodded. “Right. Emergencies only. Otherwise, ya'll are on your own. Good luck, Stacy and Grell.” Jack couldn't keep the smile from splitting his lips as Carter scowled at him. Teal'c did his little eyebrow thingy before following Carter into the crowd.

“Whoa! That is the most realistic P90 I've ever seen!” Jack heard someone call as Carter disappeared into the mass of costumed revelers.

“I hope she took the clips out of it,” Jack muttered as he and Daniel made their way to the guest suites. Daniel laughed nervously. The noise of the crowd died out as they made their way through back hallways towards where the gophers and organizers had set up camp.

“Jack, do people really assume you and I-”

“Daniel,” Jack said over him with a firm glare. Daniel made a face at him. “Now is not the time to discuss this. We're technically on a mission.” Jack paused at a door and rapped on it with his knuckles. It opened, and Martin himself peered out.

“Jack!” he gasped, delighted. “I'm so glad you could make it! Come in, come in!” He pulled the door open and let Jack and Daniel step into the room. Costumes littered the area, on the floor, on the couches, hanging from dressers and lamps. It looked rather like a dressing room.

“How's it going, Martin?” Jack asked lightly as he surveyed the chaos.

“Oh, you know, busy busy!” Martin said nervously. “This convention is crazy. I never realized how much goes into organizing something like this. I mean, the fans did most of the work but I still had to oversee everything. Copyrights and all that. Did you know we have fanartists in our basement?”

“Yes,” Jack and Daniel said at the same time.

“Some of them are better than our developers,” Martin said. “Too bad we can't hire them. Anyway. What can I do for you?”

“Lay it out for us, Martin. How much do your fans know?” Jack asked, cutting right to it.

“You guys see all our scripts before we air,” Martin said. “We don't show anything that you don't approve.”

“Yes, but people are clever. Especially women in large quantities,” Jack said. “They can pick up on things that aren't explicitly stated in the show. Have you gotten any weird letters recently? Or phone calls?”

Martin frowned. “You know, now that you mention it... I have been receiving some strange letters from the women in the audience. They seem to think Danning and Levant are in a relationship. Some of them are fairly persistent. I've tried to deter them, adding some romance in with Dr Monroe, but they won't have it. They keep saying my writing seems forced, and to just let Danning and Levant 'develop naturally'.” Martin shrugged. “Women.”

“Yea,” Jack said, “Women. I meant regarding the aliens, Martin. Aliens.”

“Oh!” Martin flushed bashfully. “No, nothing about them. We're just another run of the mill science fiction show as far as they're concerned. Except all the time travel stuff. That never goes over well with the fans, for some reason. Can't please anyone with time travel.”

“No, I don't suppose you can,” Daniel murmured. Jack noted he was exhibiting his patented I'm Thinking Face, answering on autopilot at the moment.

“When do we get the tour, Martin?” Jack asked. Martin practically ran to the door.

“We can go right now, if you'd like. The cast panel is starting in a few minutes. If we're quick we can make it,” Martin said, pulling the door open excitedly. Jack and Daniel had no choice but to follow him back into the madness of the convention. Martin took a few back routes that thankfully prevented them from running into more rabid fans, and they soon found themselves crouched behind the curtains at the cast panel, where Marlowe, Reese, Gunne, and Anders sat quiescently at a table while fans asked them questions.

“Man. Thank god I never have to do anything like that,” Jack murmured in Daniel's ear as they watched Marlowe get hounded about his character's dichotomy.

“You don't want to explore your reactions to certain alien cultures in regards to the Prime Directive?” Daniel whispered back, sounding way too amused.

“No. Shut up,” Jack hissed. “I am not a tortured Colonel at odds with his government. Usually Uncle Sam and I agree, actually.”

“Usually,” Daniel emphasized.

“I can't believe I have two more days of this,” Jack lamented. “I'm going to lose my mind.”

“I don't know,” Daniel murmured in his ear. “I've been getting some ideas... Especially after seeing those prints down in the basement...”

Jack was suddenly very aware of Daniel's heat pressed to his side as they watched Reese being questioned by a rather nerdy looking dude with glasses and mock alien antenna on his head. “You always pick the most inappropriate times to bring that up,” Jack muttered out of the corner of his mouth. Beside him, Daniel just smirked.

That night, in a hotel room over the convention center, Daniel proved just how precise his photographic memory was.

Jack yawned his way through the next morning, just barely paying attention to the reports the producers and writers were delivering. It seemed like they were following protocol to a T. Carter and Teal'c's report from the day before had yielded nothing but an terrifying amount of appreciation for her 'fake' weapon and Teal'c's stature.

“Here, this is the panel,” Martin said as he pushed open the door to the room. It was packed to the brim, standing room only.

“What is this?” Jack asked as nearly every head in the room rotated to stare at them. “And why are there only women in this audience?” Several gleeful smiles broke out on the ones closest to Jack, and he realised they were taking in both him and Daniel. “Oh no,” Jack said, freezing. “No. Let's go. Right now.”

“Ooh, look!” a girl in the back row elbowed her friend. “Danning and Levant as a couple!”

“We're-We're not a couple,” Jack sputtered. Daniel didn't manage to stifle his short laugh. “There's nothing between us. Don't you ladies have anything else to do than think about other people's sex lives?”

“Yes,” the woman said. “That doesn't mean I want to stop thinking about them.”

Jack made an incredulous noise and Daniel quickly pushed him away from the fiery fan. “Relax, Jack,” Daniel murmured. “These are just fans. They're not hurting anyone.”

“This isn't making you uncomfortable?” Jack hissed under his breath. Daniel pressed his lips together. “They're talking about our sex life as if they know us.”

“They don't know we're real, Jack,” Daniel enunciated in a low voice. “I thought detachment was part of your line of work.” Jack shut up at that, knowing he was right. He wasn't sure what got him so riled up about this convention, but he felt his skin crawl and he itched to leave and return to the mountain as soon as possible.

“Right. If you're all ready we'll get started,” the girl at the front of the room spoke into the microphone. A light cheer went up from the audience. The hair stood up on the back of Jack's neck.

“Get us out of here,” Jack growled to Martin.

Martin looked pained. “You said you wanted to see all the panels concerned with show speculation. This is one of them.”

“Oh. This is the Danning slash Levant panel.” Daniel stated the now-obvious.

“We'll open up the panel with speculation on Danning's reconciliation of his relationship with Levant and the Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy,” the girl murmured, her voice resonating through the speakers. “Melayne, would you like to start?”

“Sure, thanks.” A pretty woman tucked dark hair behind her ear and leaned over her notes on the table. “Ignoring the question of whether or not Danning is, in fact, gay, the relationship he has with Levant poses a peculiar situation for him...”

Jack couldn't even listen to the words. They were reduced to white noise in the back of his mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Daniel was more involved than he should have been in the discussion. At one point, he even put his hand up to comment, but Jack stomped on his foot and he quickly lowered his hand with a mildly put-out look.

It happened too quickly for Jack to even process. One moment he was staring blankly at the women sitting at the table in the front of the room, the next he was glaring down the barrel of a threatening-looking gun. He reacted before he thought about it, knocking the muzzle down and slamming his elbow into the aggressor's arm. He snapped the arm and leveled the being, laying him out on the ground and grabbing the weapon before something smashed into the back of his skull and everything went black.

...*...

“Jack, Jack.”

He groaned. If he opened his eyes his head would explode, he was sure of it. Something poked his leg irritatingly.

“Jack! Wake up.”

“Go away, annoying voice,” Jack grumbled around a still-unconscious tongue.

“Jack,” the voice drawled. “Seriously. There's a gun pointed at your head.”

“Tell it to go away,” Jack retorted.

“There's also a gun pointed at my head.”

Jack opened his eyes and blinked to force the room to stop spinning. In front of him, Daniel sat on the ground, legs sprawled out in front of him. His hands were behind his back, most likely bound, and a humanoid creature stood over him, pressing a weapon to Daniel's hair. A small trickle of blood ran down his cheek from his hairline. Jack frowned and twisted onto his side.

Daniel saw him looking and shrugged. “They tried to take the women. I managed to negotiate the release of all the audience except us. They think the panelists are important, so I couldn't get them released. They seem to be uh, doing all right though.” He let his gaze slide to where the two panelists and the announcer were sitting quietly. Martin seemed closer to hyperventilating than the women were. “I did my best, Jack.”

“You did good, Dannyboy,” Jack confirmed. “You kept your head well. Good job. Now we just need to figure out how to get the rest of them out of here.”

“They don't speak any English at all,” Daniel said. “They speak a dialect of Chinese, actually, though not a Goa'uld derivative. It's interesting, because it sounds almost like the Goa'uld's version of Chinese but-”

“Daniel,” Jack cut him off. “Focus. Civilians.”

Daniel blinked. “Right. They want diplomatic immunity,” Daniel said. “They want to hide in with the general populace here, hiding from their own government.”

“Did you tell them that this is perhaps not the best way to get our attention?” Jack asked. Daniel fidgeted uncomfortably.

“They, uh, they thought this was a gathering of species from all over the galaxy. A sort of World's Fair for the galaxy,” Daniel said, wincing. “I didn't correct them.”

Jack pressed his face to the ground and muttered some very inappropriate words into the floor. Daniel sighed from where he sat. “Why does this happen to us? Why?” Jack whined. “I can't even have a weekend on Earth without being interrupted by criminal masterminds from space.”

“Hey, are you all right over there?” one of the women called. “You're mumbling to yourself.”

“I'm fine, are you hurt at all?” Jack asked, pushing himself awkwardly into a sitting position. Oh. His hands were tied behind his back. That's why he couldn't feel them.

“We're fine. This is exciting! I didn't know there was going to be live action role playing!” the woman said gleefully. “You guys are doing great!”

“This is not a game, ma'am,” Jack said, stamping down on his annoyance. “This is very real and if you don't listen to my every word, you're going to die.”

“Jack,” Daniel protested.

“Right, okay,” the woman said, entirely too pleased. “We'll stay in character then.” She exchanged a glance with the other women and grinned.

“This is not going to end well,” Jack groaned. He glanced at Daniel. “Can you tell them we're not the people they're looking for?”

“I already tried. They're going to start killing us if they can't speak to our 'leader'.”

“Who did you tell them that was?”

“I told them General Hammond,” Daniel said. “It was the best I could do. I know his name will pull some strings. An emergency call coming from a Wormhole: Xtreme convention? There's no way they'd take it seriously without a huge name attached.”

“Good thinking,” Jack said, nodding.

“Oh my god!” the woman with blonde hair gasped suddenly. “You're Danning and Levant! I thought I recognized that jacket somewhere!”

Daniel's eyebrows shot up hilariously as his eyes flicked to Jack's leather coat.

“Melayne! It's Danning and Levant!”

Melayne peered at them curiously. “I don't know, Princess,” she said hesitantly. “Something's off. Why would Danning call Levant 'Dannyboy'? Danning would have a much more subtle nickname to prevent anyone from realizing their relationship.”

“Danning and Levant don't have a relationship,” Jack cut in swiftly. He ignored Daniel's eye roll.

“They so do. They bicker like an old married couple,” Melayne pointed out calmly. “It's obvious. Everyone knows they're gay. Even the actors have mentioned the undertones from the show.”

“We're not gay!” Jack snapped. “We're just friends who have sex!”

An oppressive silence followed his outburst. Jack heard his own words ringing in the conference room. Behind him, Daniel sighed heavily.

“O-ookay, Danning,” Melayne drawled patronizingly. “So you and Levant are just sexy friends. Does that mean you and Dr Monroe are going to be together happily ever after?”

An image of Carter's smiling face flashed through his mind. He frowned. “No, no, no,” Jack said firmly. “Look. They're my team. You don't have relations with your team. It ruins the dynamic.”

“Way to stay in character, Danning,” Daniel murmured behind him. Jack didn't have time to spare on him. He could blame the concussion later. Right now he had to set these women straight and then get them the hell out of here.

“Levant, please return to negotiating the release of these women. No civilian casualties, remember?” Jack snarled. Daniel eyed him coldly, but twisted, looking up at his captor. He spoke rapidly in what sounded like a mix of Mandarin and Cantonese. Jack would have to ask Daniel where he learned that later, once the danger was over.

Without warning, Daniel's guard lifted his weapon and casually smashed it against Daniel's skull. The linguist dropped without another word as the women gasped in shock.

“Hey! That was uncalled for!” the one called Princess yelled, appalled, raising herself a bit.

“Daniel!” Jack roared. He lunged at the villain, but his own guard held him down.

“Sir!”

Carter's voice had never sounded better, muffled as it was through the closed conference room door.

“Carter!” Jack called back. The humanoid critters guarding the door were eying it warily.

“Sir, are you all right?”

“We're fine, Carter. We've got civilians in here with us. We're going to need a medical team in here,” Jack yelled to his 2IC, swallowing hard past his heart pounding in his throat. He could see Daniel breathing, see the even rise and fall of his chest. He was fine for now, would probably just have a headache when he woke.

“I detected a sonic anomaly in the room about half an hour ago, did you manage to get a message out, sir?” Carter continued.

“Daniel says he sent a message to fetch Hammond,” Jack said.

“GeneralHammond has indeed been contacted,” Teal'c intoned from his side of the door. Jack nodded, storing the information.

The women and Martin disappeared suddenly, in a blinding flash that could only mean Asgard transporter beams. The aliens around him started yelling, waving their weapons angrily.

“Sir!?” Carter yelled through the door.

“Carter! Now!” Jack shouted back urgently. The guard over Daniel was sliding the hammer on his weapon and aiming it. “Daniel!” Jack tore free of his guard's grasp and launched himself at the one over Daniel. The door to the room caved with a resounding crack. He heard gunfire, and a tearing sensation ripped through an arm and his left leg. He hit the ground and everything slid sideways into black again.

...*...

“God... dammit...” Jack groaned, clawing his way conscious once more. “I friggin hate convention centers. Never again, sir. Never.”

General Hammond stared down at him solemnly. “I understand, son. Only you would manage to get yourself held hostage by a predecessor of the Han Gua'ulds. You must be something mighty special. You'll be happy to know the women were rescued successfully. We tried to beam you out at the same time but something was interfering.”

“It was most likely residual effects of the hostile's transportation device and their proximity to the Colonel and Daniel, sir,” Carter helpfully provided. Hammond nodded.

“Of course,” Jack said. “Daniel?”

“He's fine. Mild concussion, just like you, but you were also shot twice. Dr Frasier will be here soon with her instructions.” Hammond turned and left.

“Why do I get the impression that he's pissed?” Jack wondered after him, ignoring the immense relief upon hearing that Daniel was safe.

“Well, sir, you were injured on a fairly innocuous home mission,” Carter supplied without hesitation. Jack scowled at her. She cleared her throat awkwardly. “So, sir. Dr Monroe and Danning...”

“No, sorry,” Jack said firmly. Carter smiled wryly. Jack didn't like the devious look.

“All right then,” she sighed, standing. “I heard there was a whole group of supporters for Monroe and Grell. Might be worth checking out.” She left him with that image in his mind, and he wasn't sure if he was relieved or horrified. Probably both.

Janet, curse her Napoleanic little heart, put him in a wheelchair. His injured arm and leg were on the same side of his body, making crutches too bothersome. Therefore, wheelchair it was. Also, a drive home by an airman, and being assisted onto his couch.

He finally kicked the airman out, and then realized his house was empty. Usually after any of them landed in the infirmary, Daniel crashed at Jack's place. It wasn't anything, really. Just reassurance they were still alive. Jack had seen it all the time in his field days. Sometimes people just needed to be completely and utterly physical, whether it be fighting or fucking. It was odd that Daniel wasn't here.

Jack reached for his phone and flipped it open, hitting the speed dial for Daniel's mobile.

“Jack?” Daniel sounded groggy.

“Excuse me, Dr Levant,” Jack drawled. “Did I wake you?”

“Not now, Jack,” Daniel growled into the phone. Jack frowned. “I'm not in the mood.”

“You all right?” Jack asked, all humor gone from his voice.

“No, if you must know. I'm going back to sleep. You should rest.”

“Daniel, wait,” Jack said swiftly. “Come over tonight. You're good to drive, right?”

“No. I have a concussion, Jack,” Daniel reminded him waspishly.

“Catch a cab then. Come over,” Jack murmured, wondering why he was pressing so hard on the subject. Daniel heaved a sigh on his end of the line.

“Why, Jack?” Daniel asked.

“Because...” Jack fumbled for an answer. “Look, just come over, all right? I need to make sure you're okay.”

“You don't trust Doctor Frasier's diagnosis?” Daniel asked dryly. “Why Jack, I didn't know you had a PhD.”

“Daniel,” Jack snapped. “Why are you so pissy?”

“Pissy?” Daniel burst out. “I'm sorry. Let me just erase the memory of waking up in a puddle of your blood yesterday afternoon. Because we're just friends, right? Should be easy for me to get rid of the memory.”

Jack winced. Daniel groaned on the other end.

“You're making my headache come back, Jack. Go get some rest.” And with a click, he was gone. Jack stared at the phone. Daniel hung up on him! Daniel never hung up on him. Jack tossed the phone onto his coffee table. It overshot and skittered onto the floor. Jack sighed. Figured.

He spent a restless night on the couch, trying to get comfortable without the solid presence of a body beside him. He needed the comfort of Daniel's solid bulk beside him. He'd grown so used to sleeping beside Daniel, naked or clothed, that going without was too uncomfortable. Jack needed to watch him breathe as he slept, running through all his usual vitals checks. Making sure Daniel was safe and sound and wouldn't suddenly drop dead in the middle of the night. He waited until six before he finally broke and called Daniel again.

“Jack?” Daniel mumbled into the phone. “Fo'chrissake, it's six in the morning...” Oh yea. Sleepy, pissy Daniel. Jack felt his heart warm for the first time in eight hours.

“Please come over,” Jack murmured into the receiver. “I can't sleep.” without you near me...

“God,” Daniel breathed. “You are such a child sometimes. I'll be right over.”

True to his word, about half an hour later, Daniel let himself in with his key. He padded into the family room and paused in the doorway. “Jack,” he said in an exasperated voice. “You slept on the couch?”

“ 'course I did,” Jack said stiffly, eying the wheelchair with distaste. Daniel followed his gaze.

“Oh,” he said. “Okay. Come on, let's get you up to bed.” Daniel crouched and grasped Jack's uninjured arm, slinging it over his shoulders and hauling the Colonel to his feet. Jack couldn't tell if he was dizzy with the relief of being pressed against Daniel's body or if the room was spinning from lack of sleep. Daniel dropped him gently into bed and arranged him comfortably.”That's better isn't it?” Daniel asked quietly.

“I don't think we're just friends.” Jack stared at Daniel, who smiled wryly.

“Really, Jack?” Daniel asked. “Did you figure that out the first time we played 'I'll show you mine'?”

“I mean, what I said back in the convention center,” Jack pressed. “That's why you're pissed at me, right?”

“Yes, Jack,” Daniel said. “We've been fuck buddies for a long time. It was convenient. But... something changed along the way.” He took a breath. “It was jarring to hear you slap the idea down so harshly. And then to wake up like that... I thought you were dead, Jack. Sam was yelling and her hands were covered in blood...”

Jack let the fingers of his good hand trail up and down Daniel's arm.

“If I'm just a fuck buddy to you, Jack, I can't do it anymore,” Daniel said firmly. Jack felt like he had been doused in cold water. “I won't do it anymore.”

“I'm sorry,” Jack whispered. Daniel grimaced at him.

“You're concussed and sleep-deprived. I shouldn't be having this discussion with you,” Daniel said. “Go to sleep. I'll be in the kitchen making coffee.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Jack snatched Daniel's wrist and held it tight. “Lay down with me. You need rest too.” Daniel rolled his eyes but acquiesced, carefully sliding onto the mattress beside Jack, painstakingly mindful of his injuries.

“How old are you again?” Daniel mumbled into Jack's shoulder, plastered against his uninjured side.

“Six.”

“You've gotten older since the last time we've spoke,” Daniel snarked. Jack jabbed Daniel's side playfully. Daniel flinched and gently set his teeth against Jack's shoulder in retaliation.

“Ow.”

“That didn't hurt, liar.”

“I think I love you,” Jack murmured. Daniel jerked, shocked, and lifted his head to catch Jack's eyes.

“Oh,” Daniel breathed, mouth slightly open. “Jack?”

Doctor Daniel Jackson. Speechless. Stop the presses.

Jack lifted his head and touched his lips to Daniel's. The linguist drew the breath from his lungs as if it were an art, leaving him groundless and dizzy, feeling only the hot, slick press of Daniel's mouth against his. “Should have said it years ago,” Jack whispered against Daniel's lips.

“Yea,” Daniel agreed with a slight smile. Jack chuckled, a bit hysterical. “Now sleep. Really.”

“You're not going anywhere, are you?” Jack asked wearily.

“No. I'm going to be right here the entire time, watching. Sleep.”

And Jack did.

The End

For those of you who are curious, this is Position 17 by the amazing pira. Totally NSFW.

ficathon_vii, rating:pg-13, author:tresa_cho

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