curtainfic! + mpreg!
[for oceana_. Jack/Daniel. PG. 563 words. mpreg. "a baby phone"]
Charade
Jack was pregnant. He was, mostly, resigned about it, except at odd intervals when he thought it was horribly wrong, unfair, and unnatural. Given that ninety percent of his life was all of the above, however, he mostly settled with resigned. That, and moody. And craving steak sauce and kippers.
"You've never eaten kippers," Daniel told him, but Jack didn't care. He'd never taken no's well when he wasn't pregnant, so now he said, very rationally, "If I don't get kippers, I'm quitting."
"You're on maternity -- er, paternity leave anyhow," Daniel reminded him, and Jack groaned. Fraiser had told him that physically, he could still serve till his third trimester, but it would embarrass him less if he stayed in his house. So he did, grudgingly, sorting through old photographs and plotting his revenge on the man who'd gotten his command till Daniel got home from work.
The baby was Daniel's. Jack was totally sure of that. Well, either that, or one of the half dozen aliens who'd had him under observation in the past year. He was holding out for Daniel, who had better hair than all of them, and Doctor Fraiser, who had quite wisely not laughed once, agreed, at least privately. Officially, he wasn't seeing Daniel, so officially, the baby -- okay, officially, the Unidentified Benign Tumor -- had but one father.
Carter, who hadn't been as noble about the laughing as Fraiser, had thrown Jack a baby shower. It had been, at Jack's request, sparsely attended. Fraiser had given him a year's supply of baby formula and bottles and a careful, cadenced lecture on how to use them, and Jack was reminded that, unlike Sara, he didn't have the option of breast-feeding. Hammond had given him a set of cute baby tees that said "Daddy's Little Charmer" in pink and blue, and Jack, feeling prepared for any contingency, remembered how panicked he'd been in the waiting room while Sara gave birth. Carter gave him an odd listening contraption that would go in the baby's room while he kept the receiver in his and Daniel's room, so they could hear if anything was wrong. He recognized the device from Charlie's babyhood. Teal'c had given him a sculpture of beads and metal that glowed when he touched it that would keep the baby's warrior spirit safe for the first year of life. Jack recognized it from nowhere.
Daniel hadn't brought him many gifts, or said much about their unborn child. Silence, from a man who had an opinion on everything and was never shy about sharing, was itself wordy, but Jack, having perfecting DADT, didn't ask. Daniel spent a lot of evenings with him, anyhow, sitting on the couch and going through reports from other teams, and eventually, around month five, he unobtrusively moved in, unpacking his six dozen boxes of books into Jack's previously uncluttered living room.
"How's the little guy?" Daniel would say, faking joviality, and Jack smiled gruffly.
"Kicking. Stubborn, like his father."
"Which one?"
Jack considered for a second. "Both."
Daniel smiled -- or maybe winced -- and kissed Jack, then put a hand on his stomach briefly. Daniel was uncomfortable around the kid, but he was always fine around Jack, and now he sprawled on the couch and started working.
Jack pondered baby names and thought about fatherhood, and he was, mostly, excited about it. Mostly.
Previous parts: Buffy/Mal and Wes/Fred ++ Tara/Xander and Sam/Daniel ++ Spike/Wesley
Charade
Jack was pregnant. He was, mostly, resigned about it, except at odd intervals when he thought it was horribly wrong, unfair, and unnatural. Given that ninety percent of his life was all of the above, however, he mostly settled with resigned. That, and moody. And craving steak sauce and kippers.
"You've never eaten kippers," Daniel told him, but Jack didn't care. He'd never taken no's well when he wasn't pregnant, so now he said, very rationally, "If I don't get kippers, I'm quitting."
"You're on maternity -- er, paternity leave anyhow," Daniel reminded him, and Jack groaned. Fraiser had told him that physically, he could still serve till his third trimester, but it would embarrass him less if he stayed in his house. So he did, grudgingly, sorting through old photographs and plotting his revenge on the man who'd gotten his command till Daniel got home from work.
The baby was Daniel's. Jack was totally sure of that. Well, either that, or one of the half dozen aliens who'd had him under observation in the past year. He was holding out for Daniel, who had better hair than all of them, and Doctor Fraiser, who had quite wisely not laughed once, agreed, at least privately. Officially, he wasn't seeing Daniel, so officially, the baby -- okay, officially, the Unidentified Benign Tumor -- had but one father.
Carter, who hadn't been as noble about the laughing as Fraiser, had thrown Jack a baby shower. It had been, at Jack's request, sparsely attended. Fraiser had given him a year's supply of baby formula and bottles and a careful, cadenced lecture on how to use them, and Jack was reminded that, unlike Sara, he didn't have the option of breast-feeding. Hammond had given him a set of cute baby tees that said "Daddy's Little Charmer" in pink and blue, and Jack, feeling prepared for any contingency, remembered how panicked he'd been in the waiting room while Sara gave birth. Carter gave him an odd listening contraption that would go in the baby's room while he kept the receiver in his and Daniel's room, so they could hear if anything was wrong. He recognized the device from Charlie's babyhood. Teal'c had given him a sculpture of beads and metal that glowed when he touched it that would keep the baby's warrior spirit safe for the first year of life. Jack recognized it from nowhere.
Daniel hadn't brought him many gifts, or said much about their unborn child. Silence, from a man who had an opinion on everything and was never shy about sharing, was itself wordy, but Jack, having perfecting DADT, didn't ask. Daniel spent a lot of evenings with him, anyhow, sitting on the couch and going through reports from other teams, and eventually, around month five, he unobtrusively moved in, unpacking his six dozen boxes of books into Jack's previously uncluttered living room.
"How's the little guy?" Daniel would say, faking joviality, and Jack smiled gruffly.
"Kicking. Stubborn, like his father."
"Which one?"
Jack considered for a second. "Both."
Daniel smiled -- or maybe winced -- and kissed Jack, then put a hand on his stomach briefly. Daniel was uncomfortable around the kid, but he was always fine around Jack, and now he sprawled on the couch and started working.
Jack pondered baby names and thought about fatherhood, and he was, mostly, excited about it. Mostly.
Previous parts: Buffy/Mal and Wes/Fred ++ Tara/Xander and Sam/Daniel ++ Spike/Wesley