Sid's Closet

J/D Holiday drabble

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 20:50:10 GMT

ALIENABLE RITES

There were sausages on bread, strangely shaped vegetables charred and glistening with oil. Cold salads, and something hot, yellow and spicy. Large birds slow roasted over sweet-smelling wood fires.

There was beer. Served at the ideal temperature, in mugs that perfectly maintained that perfection. Amber-hued, frothy, full-bodied. “Damn, that’s good!” Jack declared.

There were pies. Two fruit and one nut, still warm, paired with rich cheeses.

“Best treaty we ever signed,” Jack said happily.

Later, SG-1 and Earth’s newest allies stretched out on blankets, and Daniel’s little finger hooked over Jack’s as fireworks erupted in the night sky over PY7-476.

Final Prompt

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 05:08:20 GMT

For jd_junkie , who wanted: some illicit on-base sex in a closet after briefing room flirting.

'Illicit'

There are three other prompt responses there in case you missed them. :-)

Three J/D comment fics

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 15:07:56 GMT

In my previous post.

From prompts by tejas, princessofgand zats_clear. PG-13, R and NC-17 from top to bottom. *g*

P.S. I saved one for you, jd_junkie!

Prompt-a-thon: Help Stamp Out Writer's Block

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:18:50 GMT

Didn't I used to be a writer?

I'm taking the first 3 prompts (with a 4th reserved for

jd_junkie ) that I receive, and, er, you'll get something back. No telling what!

ETA: FOUR ~~Three~~ comment fics to be found in the comments (where else?)

~~HELP ME!!!~~

Thank you.

Stuff: Thank yous, Announcements, Games, 5 Things

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 01:04:59 GMT

Stuff, old and new (not behind a cut for fear of messing up all this lovely html I slaved over):

Filler, the game that will "eat your soul", per synecdochic . And she's right. (Click to create a filler ball, hold down the mouse button to make the filler ball grow and move the mouse to move the filler ball.)

Thanks for voting in the MarySue Throwdown Poll. Spock is so MINE.

I'd like to thank the Academy. 'How It All Began' has been nominated in the 2008 Blue Moon Stargate SG-1 Fan Awards Program.

Thank you, anonymous nominating person. :-)

Speaking of anonymous: Thank you to everyone who commented on the anonymous love meme two months ago. I remember I really needed a boost back then, and you kind people gave me one. *hugs*

Five Things Round 46:
Five secrets Daniel and Cameron shared with each other
Five things Sam Carter knows about McKay that he doesn't know she knows

Time's running out to vote for the icon which will represent redial_the_gatefor Season Three. Vote here until 11:59 pm PDT tonight.

You've probably been seeing those "Wordle" thingies around. Here's one most of you haven't seen yet, based on Five times Jack didn't use his safeword (but probably should have). Click to enlarge.

Mmmm. Dom!Daniel. :-)

Throwdown Poll!!!

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 21:20:54 GMT

Thank you for the wonderful response to my last entry. Srsly. I love you guys. :-)

But now that you've read MarySid's adventure, you have to go vote in delphia2000 's poll and tell the world that Spock is mine, mine, MINE!!!

(don't worry if you haven't had time to read her story, you can still vote - wink, wink, nudge, nudge. You can even ~~do me a huge favor and~~ vote if you haven't had time to read my story yet!)

Cast your ballot

MarySue Throwdown - Star Trek style

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 19:09:19 GMT

It started when delphia2000 responded to this post, claiming Mr. Spock's love as her own. Foolish woman.

Then she posted a challenge in her journal. Really foolish woman.

Here is her paltry delphiaSue entry. Go. ~~Mock.~~ Enjoy.

Here is my winning entry:

MARYSID AMONGST THE STARS

CHAPTER ONE

MarySid was getting ready for bed. She washed her face, leaving her lovely skin glowing with radiant health. She brushed her teeth until they gleamed like pearls. She brushed her long, flowing dark tresses with the exotic streak of white which framed her face, with its delicate features and large hazel eyes which sparkled with intelligence, counting each stroke until she reached one hundred.

She donned silky, sexy pajamas and smoothed one strap of the ruffled bra-top. Laying her glasses down carefully on the nightstand, MarySid climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over her slender, yet voluptuous body. She closed her eyes with a sigh, luxuriant long lashes fluttering, then resting quietly atop baby-smooth skin.

Soon she was asleep.

CHAPTER TWO

Mr. Spock was at his post on the bridge of the Enterprise, collating data from anomalous readings encountered near the seventh planet of a trinary star system, when he heard an unusual sound behind him. He turned alertly, just in time to see a shimmering outline hanging in the air which soon coalesced into a striking young woman who looked around with every evidence of shocked confusion.

“Stop… right where you are!” Captain Kirk ordered, rising from his chair. “What are you doing on my… bridge?”

She didn’t answer, but took a stumbling step backwards and put her hands out as though for balance.

“I said… don’t move!” the Captain repeated.

Spock rose quietly and stepped down onto the deck. The girl, for she could be no more than a teenager, looked towards him, startled.

“I don’t know where I am!” she exclaimed in an utterly entrancing voice, turning back towards the Captain.

“You’re on the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise,” Kirk told her. “And we’d… like to know how you got here.”

“So would I,” she said, appearing distraught.

Spock stepped closer and her gaze swung back to him. Her wide eyes watched him as he approached. Suddenly, when he was no more than two steps away, her eyes got even wider.

Her expression changed to one of terror, and she cried out. Then her eyes rolled up and her body began to crumple.

Spock caught her just before she hit the deck, unconscious.

CHAPTER THREE

MarySid thought she was dreaming at first. She should have been safely in her own dainty, feminine bedroom, but instead she was standing in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by people, blurs of bright color and flashing lights.

A commanding voice spoke to her. A man dressed in gold stood up and MarySid backed away from him, confused and frightened.

There was movement to her left, and she turned to see a dark-haired man in a blue shirt approaching slowly. “I don’t know where I am!” she said, looking back towards the golden man who had spoken.

He said she was on a bridge, but MarySid didn’t see any water. He wanted to know how she got here.

She wanted to know the same thing, desperately.

The movements of the man in blue caught her eye again, and she watched him anxiously.

As he came near her, the blurriness caused by her myopia lessened. His features came into focus.

His ears, my God!

MarySid opened her mouth to scream.

And then everything went black and she knew no more.

CHAPTER FOUR

“Get Doctor McCoy up here!” Kirk ordered, coming to crouch next to his First Officer.

Spock cradled the mysterious beauty’s head in his lap, his hand of its own volition stroking her silky-soft hair with its exotic streak of white framing her delicate-featured, currently very pale face. One strap of her sexy, ruffled bra-top had slipped off a creamy white shoulder, and he straightened it, noting with bewilderment that his fingers trembled as he did so.

“Spock, is she… ?”

Spock’s eyes were riveted to the magnificent bosom which rose and fell inside the ruffled bra-top. “She appears to be breathing quite normally, Captain.” Which was more than he could say for himself. “I believe that she has merely lost consciousness.”

“Swooned in your arms, you mean,” Kirk teased lightly. “You old dog.”

Spock frowned. “I do not understand what happened. My appearance appeared to alarm her, yet she had been more or less unperturbed by my approach until I got quite near.” He stared down at her creamy white eyelids, wishing that they would open so that he could once again see her wide hazel eyes. He was certain that they had sparkled with intelligence, and no matter how sexy her strange clothing was he was naturally more interested in her mind.

“Hmm. Sounds quite illogical, Mr. Spock. Well, let’s see what Bones has to say. Doctor, here’s your… patient.”

Doctor McCoy knelt down and took a tricorder out of his medical bag. He began to scan the unconscious girl’s body. “Well, she’s human, Jim. And starting to wake up. I’m not finding any traces of injury or illness. No, wait. Now that’s interesting, I wouldn’t have expected to find something like that in a girl of her age.”

“What? What have you found?” Kirk wanted to know.

The girl moaned faintly and her eyelids flickered.

“Myopia, Jim. Severe near-sightedness. I can’t understand why it’s never been corrected! Most eye malformations and diseases are discovered and repaired at birth, have been for the last century and a half.”

The eyes in question fluttered open. The girl stared up into Spock’s face, blinking.

“There’s your explanation, Spock. She didn’t react to your appearance until you got closer because she couldn’t see you until then.”

Spock didn’t answer. All his attention was elsewhere, as he gazed down on the lovely face which was rapidly regaining its natural soft rosy hue. Even her lips had lost their color when she fainted, but now they were pink and plumply enticing.

And her eyes… he was losing himself in her eyes, which no longer showed any fear.

The girl smiled and Spock’s heart leapt in his chest.

What he didn’t realize at that moment, although MarySid would tell him, much later, was that her smile was in response to his own.

tbc?

(I will totally write more if you guys like it! Srsly, let me know in the comments if you want to read more, cuz there's whole lots more to tell!! Love you guys!!!)

Where'd the day (boldly) go?

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 04:15:33 GMT

I'd say I accomplished nothing at all today, but I did write and post fanfic in a new fandom at 2:30 am. Yes, I boldly went where I had never gone before...

... and so, hours later, with the day shot to hell, I share with you hilarious vids:

'If Kirk Were Gay'

and Love Trek, the lost gay episode

(Seriously, where'd the day go? I ate a couple of times but spent no time cooking, answered feedback, handwashed some dishes. No, I didn't spend the day on YouTube. I read a few short fanfics and thought about ways to save on auto insurance. I uploaded some icons, watched my allotted hour and a half of soaps, finished the Sunday paper puzzle section. Paid my cell phone bill.

I sure as hell didn't start my ficathon piece. *cries*)

And Now For Something Completely Different...

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 06:55:15 GMT

I've been audacious enough to attempt to write in Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey/Maturin universe and posted the result to perfect_duet.

PG-13, 500 words, h/c, missing scene from Chapter One of Book Two: Post Captain. During a foxhunt, Jack is thrown from his horse after being distracted by a pretty face (i.e. Diana Villiers), and dragged over stony ground until Stephen rides dashingly to the rescue (on his mule, no less.)

Doctor Maturin's Bedside Manner

Stargate Blue Moon Awards - Nominations still open

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 03:35:50 GMT

(pimping) The 2008 Blue Moon Stargate SG-1 Fan Awards Program. For 'adult' works only, sexual or otherwise. Nominations are open for another two weeks.

From the FAQ:

7. Can I tell people I want to be or that I am NOMINATED?
YES! Post to your blog, tell your mailing list, tell your friends...spread the word far and wide. As soon as you are notified of your nomination you may begin telling people about that as well in the same manner.

(/pimping)

*g*

bounce, bounce

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 01:43:13 GMT

SQUEEEE!!

Thank you, anonymous giver of Purple Rhinos! :-)

Vote in Last Icon Maker Standing competition!

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 21:19:30 GMT

If you know anything about icon-making, you should go cast a vote in sg1_lims. There are ties that need breaking!

You select your 2 favorite and your 2 least favorite icons from those submitted. And then you explain your choices, which is why I only watch and don't play along. But if words like color, contrast, cropping, texture and brush actually mean something to you, go and vote!

All the instructions are right here. Voting ends at 9 pm Central Time tonight, less than 5 hours from now.

'Undertow', a Mezzanine 'verse double drabble

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 01:57:52 GMT

synecdochic posted a story in her Mezzanine universe this morning in honor of ivorygates's birthday: Afterglow

This is a remix of the ending from Cammie's POV.

It's also in honor of ivorygates's birthday, naturally. :-)

UNDERTOW

A familiar voice calls and Cammie slides halfway into consciousness. A hand strokes her back and she immediately thinks of the last hand that caressed her body, Daniel’s, sweetly cautious.

Meds. She doesn’t want to move. But Nielson ain’t gonna go away and leave her alone, boy never does. She makes one more protest from habit and rolls over, eyes shut, body slumberous and sated, holding out her hand.

Pills swallowed, she sinks back onto the bed, already feeling the undertow as sleep pulls at her, reclaiming her. The bed rocks behind her and she knows Daniel is there. She murmurs with pleasure and rolls onto her stomach, feeling the dampness between her legs as she moves. There is a confused moment of memory masquerading as dream and it’s Daniel between her legs, and she reaches out for him.

Her arm drapes over him and his skin slides under her fingers and she is deeply content.

JD speaks and her eyes shift under their lids. A hand comes to rest on her back; it’s warm but not warm enough to be JD’s.

And JD initiates Daniel into the mysteries of her body and Cammie moves beyond contentment to sleepy ecstasy.

'Ahmureena', Jack/Daniel, NC-17

Wed, 28 May 2008 03:31:55 GMT

Thank you to princessofgfor encouragement and jd_junkiefor beta duties. I truly appreciate it, ladies.

5,600 words wherein Jack is whumped. Warnings: SAD. Also porny.

AHMUREENA

Jack was guest of honor at a dinner party being thrown by the governor of the province. It wasn’t nearly as boring as he’d been expecting, because, surprisingly, politics appeared to have been put aside for the evening. The other guests were all members of the Governor’s extended family. Sure, they were probably on his side politically, and Jack assumed he was being very smoothly ‘handled’, but there were no boring speeches to sit through and the food was good and there were two or three babies being passed along from lap to lap, and Jack was actually having a pretty good time.

He’d have a better time if his team were there, but Daniel was back on Earth recovering from a bout of bronchitis, and Teal’c and Carter were off at another dinner, less than a mile away, as guests of the city mayor. The Mayor and the Governor were of different generations, different political persuasions and different religions. They loathed each other cordially, and SG-1 was prudently playing no favorites.

After the dinner was over, the banquet table was pulled apart into a dozen smaller sections which were pushed to the sides of the room, leaving the center of the floor open for circulating and chit chat, and for the relatively well-behaved children present to do a little running around to let off some of the steam that had inevitably built up during dinner.

Jack was talking to the Governor’s wife and her brother when the bomb went off.

Something struck him in the side of the head and face, and he went down.

He must have grayed out for a minute. People were screaming and crying and shouting. His first thought was for his teammates before he remembered. Hands rolled him over. “I’m all right,” he said automatically. It was one of the Governor’s sons, helping him to his feet. Jack touched a hand to his bruised cheek and looked around.

The explosive force had been confined to one corner of the room. The people nearer the exit were relatively unscathed. But in the corner, tables were overturned, chairs shattered, chunks of the ceiling had caved in, the floor was buckled. Men were sifting through the debris. Dust and the taste of burned metal filled the air.

A woman passed them, heading for the exit, supporting a man with blood dripping down his sleeve. Head ringing, Jack went to see how he could help.

A man on hands and knees was trying to hold up the end of an inverted table with his shoulders as he reached for someone trapped against the wall. Jack hurried over to take most of the burden of weight. The man called a name, and a screaming child crawled from the bleeding arms of its mother.

“Shh, shh,” the child’s rescuer soothed, gasping. “Papa… Papa has got you now.”

Jack tried to get a closer look at the mother. He saw her leg move. “We need some help over here!” he shouted.

A teenaged girl ran and crouched down. “Sawnde!” she exclaimed, tears streaking her face.

“Take your cousin outside,” the man begged her. The child went willingly into her arms, transferring his stranglehold from his father’s neck to hers, and she whisked it away.

Three men came to help lift the table clear of the injured woman, and Jack left them to it after that, scanning the room. People were being carried or supported to the exit; three obvious corpses had jackets draped over their heads. Two of the Governor’s older grandsons and their father were methodically working their way across the room, double-checking for any victims or survivors that might have been missed in the initial panic.

Jack was about to join them when his attention was caught by the doorway that led to the tiny hall that contained the bathrooms. One of the two swinging doors was still in place, most of the glass blasted out of it. The other door was gone. Had anyone checked the hall and the bathrooms?

No one had. There was a little girl stirring feebly under the wreckage of the missing door. Bits of glass still clung to the frame, so Jack lifted it off of her carefully. He knelt beside her. Her face was pale except for the large bluish lump on her forehead. Her right pupil was blown. Blood trickled from a myriad of small cuts. She began to tremble.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Ahmureena.”

“Mine’s Jack.”

“I know.” She shivered more violently.

“Can you wiggle your toes and fingers for me? That’s great. I’m just going to feel your neck, real gentle, won’t hurt a bit, I promise.”

“What happened?” Frightened tears welled in her eyes.

“There was an accident,” Jack said. “It’s okay now.”

“I want Mama. Please!” The tears spilled over.

“Then we should go find her,” Jack said. He smiled at her. “Okay? Think you can sit up?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now just put your arm around my neck. Here we go.”

Jack rose with Ahmureena in his arms and began to crunch his way over the shards of broken glass towards the door to the banquet hall.

That was when the second bomb went off.

~~~~

Jack awoke to darkness and the sound of a child’s whimpers. Something warm and wet was running down his neck. When he tried to move, there was a shooting pain along his side and a moan that wasn’t his. A tiny hand scrabbled at his collar. He drew a blank for long, confused seconds. Dinner. Explosion. Tables. Glass. A little girl with frightened eyes and long dark hair glittering with bits of glass, and a green dress flecked with red. “Ahmureena?”

“Mama.” It was a quiet, hopeless plea.

They were pinned down. Buried in rubble. Jack couldn’t even turn his head; it came up against something hard when he tried turning it to the right, and… Ahmureena’s face lay against it on the left. “Can you move at all?” he asked, and coughed. His ribcage twinged again. The child’s weight pressed against him, making it hard to breathe; no, obviously something else was weighing her down. “Can you move, sweetie?”

She whimpered.

Jack was able to move his left hand, and he flailed around until he got a grip on her. Her elbow, it felt like. The hand at his collar twisted weakly into the fabric. He blinked, coughed again, bracing for the pain this time, and fought down a rising sense of panic.

Two. Two explosions.

The darkness around them was gray, not pitch-black. That was good. That was good. Jack strained his ears, but could only hear Ahmureena’s labored breathing. Not so good. “Hold on to me,” he soothed. “They’ll find us soon, you wait and see.”

“Ma….”

“I’m never wrong about these things. We’re gonna be just fine. Just hold on to me.”

She didn’t answer.

Jack kept on soothing and encouraging her, and kept getting no response. His anxiety and sense of powerlessness grew until he was begging her to fight, to hang on. The words were all too familiar, and they burned in his throat.

It was a long time before she stopped whimpering.

Her last breath gusted across his lips just as he inhaled. Her fingers uncurled against his neck.

She was gone. Gone. He’d tried to save her and he’d failed. He was useless, and another child had paid the price for his failure.

He began to sob. Ahmureena’s body shifted with his body’s involuntary movements; her lips touched his.

Jack went away.

He escaped into the past, because the old pain was a familiar one, and almost comforting in comparison to this fresh horror.

He waited with Charlie for death or rescue.

~~~~

“Two bruised ribs on the left side. Moderate concussion with little or no memory loss. Strained right ankle and numerous minute lacerations on the left arm caused by broken glass. Irritated respiratory tract from inhaling contaminated air.” Janet looked up from the chart. “We’ve strapped the ankle and bandaged the arm and administered oxygen and a cough suppressant. Unfortunately, I can’t give the Colonel anything stronger than Tylenol for the pain at this point, but after we see how he gets through the night I’ll be able to do more for him and those ribs.”

Hammond nodded and turned to Jack’s bed. “You were lucky, son.”

Carter had dialed in to the SGC, and Hammond had sent troops to help search the rubble and aid the victims. Jack had been found by his own people, light and sound pulling him slowly back from his safe haven. Teal’c had been the one to wrap the child’s body in a blanket and take her away. Jack had wanted to scream his relief.

“Yes, sir,” Jack agreed tonelessly.

“Is there anything you need?”

“Out of here.” Jack didn’t look at Janet.

“Doctor Fraiser?” Hammond asked.

“The Colonel needs to be monitored, as I’ve already explained to him. He’s suffered two concussions….”

“I only blacked out once,” Jack told the General. “As I’ve already explained to the warden, here.”

“I’d want to monitor you even if it were just one event, but just because you didn’t lose consciousness doesn’t mean that you weren’t concussed. You were knocked down by a blow to the head and later you were knocked out, which would only serve to compound any damage that might have been caused in the first place.”

“That certainly sounds to me like you’re exactly where you need to be,” Hammond said, shaking his head.

“‘Monitored.’ Meaning you’re going to shine a light in my eyes every couple of hours, right?”

“It’s SOP, Colonel. You’re well aware of that,” Janet answered.

“I’m aware,” Jack said wearily. “It doesn’t have to be here, though, does it? Can’t I sleep in my own bed at least?”

“And have someone stay with you? Doctor? Would that be satisfactory?”

Janet pursed her lips. “I’ll be willing to discuss it a couple of hours from now.”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“Behave,” Hammond said sternly.

~~~~

“Colonel, I don’t want to make the mistake of taking your condition lightly. If anything goes wrong, it would be much better for you to be right here.”

Jack stared up at the lights grimly.

Janet lowered her voice. “I’ll put you in a private room, so you won’t be disturbed.”

Jack blinked and looked at her, at her eyes. “You mean so I won’t disturb anyone. Somebody’s been talking.” He clenched his fists.

“I know a little more about the circumstances surrounding your injury, if that’s what you mean.”

“Carter, I suppose? Teal’c must have told her, but I don’t think he’s the type to go gossiping to you. Was it Carter?”

“Does it matter? It’s important information for me to have in order to treat my patient properly.”

“So now you’re going to get all sensitive and psychological, right? Fucking spare me.”

“Colonel….” Janet’s voice was gentle.

It was the last straw.

“Jesus, just let me go home! I can’t… I can’t….” Jack was horrified to hear a sob catch in his throat. He closed his eyes and turned his face away.

“Did you know that one of the side effects of concussion can be that emotions are brought very close to the surface? It’s an entirely normal reaction.” Janet touched Jack’s shoulder.

Jack swallowed. “No, I didn’t know that. Doesn’t change anything. My entirely normal reaction is to want to get the hell out of here. Take my… nightmares and my temper tantrums home with me. I’m asking you to please let me do that.”

Janet sighed. After a minute she responded, “All right, Colonel. If your vital signs hold up for the next hour, and if you have someone reliable to stay with you, I’ll let you go home.”

~~~~

“Tylenol. Throat lozenges. Cough syrup, which I’d recommend you take at bedtime. An inhaler, which I don’t expect you’re going to need, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Janet added the sealed plastic bag containing the inhaler to the sack Daniel was holding open. “The instructions for the inhaler, so you can both read them ahead of any need.”

She looked at Daniel and he nodded.

“Tylenol with codeine for tomorrow. That’s it. No alcohol, wake him every two or three hours, call me right away if you have any concerns.”

“I will.”

“Let’s go,” Jack said brusquely. But he gave Janet’s hand a squeeze as Daniel wheeled him past her.

They left the wheelchair at the main entrance and Jack stood and waited for Daniel to bring his car around to pick him up. It was the first time he’d been on his feet except for a brief bathroom trip. The ankle wasn’t too bad, but he definitely wasn’t ready for any hikes. And limping, as he was reminded when he took the few steps needed to reach the car, jarred his ribs unmercifully.

Daniel wisely didn’t try to help Jack in, or get him settled. In fact, he stared out the windshield the entire time, wincing at Jack’s grunts of pain and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

There was no way Jack was putting on a seatbelt. He slowly reached out and turned on the radio, pushing the preset button closest to him. His button. Music from a string quartet filled the air. Daniel put the car into gear, and Jack turned his face to the window.

Six killed. Two critical cases. The bombs had been either poorly designed or poorly placed or poorly timed, or maybe all three. There had been upwards of forty people at the banquet… and the fortunate survivors would be attending a lot of funerals over the next few days. Heavily guarded funerals. The Mayor had placed the city under a strict curfew, the police were out in full force and army troops patrolled the streets while martial law was being considered.

Two extremist groups had claimed responsibility, which could mean it had been neither of them. One had spewed hatred towards off-worlders in their ranting statement, and the other hadn’t even mentioned SG-1 or Earth, just….

A car in the right-hand lane decided that it needed to turn left at the upcoming light, and started to cut across in front of them. “Two o’clock,” Jack warned, bracing himself.

“Wha… whoa!” Daniel braked hard and the offending vehicle cleared their front bumper with about two feet to spare, then slid over into the left-turn lane, where it was greeted with furious honking from whichever unlucky soul it had cut off. Daniel stepped on the gas with a hasty look at the rearview mirror.

“Idiot,” they said in unison, Jack following up his utterance with a groan.

Daniel cleared his throat and laid a hand on Jack’s leg.

Jack sat up a little straighter and turned his face back to the window. After a few more seconds Daniel took his hand away, but Jack knew that it wasn’t due to his lack of response. It was just that Daniel was a two-hands-on-the-wheel at all times kind of guy.

When he realized that he was smiling, he stopped.

~~~~

They were in Jack’s kitchen, and Daniel was unloading the sack of medical supplies. “Are you hungry? Is there anything in the house?”

“They gave me something masquerading as food around suppertime,” Jack answered. “I’d just as soon head straight for bed.”

“Sure, okay. Tylenol and cough syrup first, though, right?”

“Yeah, right.” Jack watched as Daniel got the two bottles open and turned to the sink to fill a glass with water. “What about you? Have you eaten?”

“Yeah, Teal’c and I ate in the mess.” Daniel turned back with the glass.

Jack’s head, which had been slumping towards his chest, lifted. “It was you. You were the one who told Fraiser.”

Daniel’s mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything.

“Damn it, Daniel! What the hell did you think you were doing?”

“Now, look. I was just making sure that Janet knew, which of course it turned out she didn’t, any more than I did before Teal’c told me.”

“So, what, I should have made an announcement to the entire fucking SGC? Or are you taking care of that for me?”

“Jack, this isn’t….”

Jack put a hand to his head, which was aching, and interrupted. “I don’t want to be angry, I don’t want to fight with you.” He took a slow breath and looked at Daniel between his fingers. “I’m cranky.”

Daniel made a face. “Yeah.”

Jack lowered his hand and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, no, I just meant that you were entitled.” Daniel blinked rapidly, in the way that normally had Jack melting.

“You were going to say something.” Jack waved his hand.

“Oh, I was just going to say that, really, none of this had to do with me hearing about it from Teal’c, or me telling Janet. It really was all about the fact that you weren’t talking about it.”

Jack straightened and narrowed his eyes. “You want me to talk about it? Are you sure?” His voice rose. “You sure you want to hear about what it felt like to….”

“Jack!”

Jack glared.

“Can we go back to you not wanting to be angry?” Daniel set the glass of water down on the counter and slid it and the meds towards Jack. “I didn’t mean to imply that you should have been talking about it.”

Jack turned towards the counter and concentrated on swallowing and washing down the Tylenol through a tight throat.

“I only meant that there was a… a significance to your not talking about it, and I thought that it was important for Janet to have all the facts.”

Jack nodded grudgingly. He could see the logic in that.

“I thought it might sway her in favor of letting you leave, too.”

Jack stared. “Did we have a conversation that I’m not remembering? Asked the man with a concussion, or two.”

Daniel looked taken aback. “What, you think I couldn’t tell that you wanted to get out of there? Aside from which, Jack, you always want to get out of there.”

“True.”

“And after I talked to Teal’c….”

“You figured that I’d prefer to have my nervous breakdown at home.” Jack felt his anger rising again. Which made no sense, because why should he be angry that Daniel understood him better than anyone else?

“Well, again, you’re entitled.”

“Well, that’s just peachy, then,” Jack snapped.

Daniel sighed. “I really am hopelessly inadequate at this kind of thing.”

“No comment,” Jack mumbled.

“I heard that.” Daniel sounded inexpressibly weary.

Jack relaxed the fist he hadn’t realized he’d clenched. “Cranky. Told you. Hey, listen. The guest room’s made up, so why don’t you…?”

“Guest room?”

The air between them vibrated.

“Am I detecting outrage?”

“A little, yeah! All of a sudden you want to shut me out of your life?”

“Jesus, Daniel, way to overreact. It’s one night.”

“One really, really bad, enormously sucky night. Which I have no intention of letting you spend alone.”

“Don’t you think that’s my decision? And you’re going to be popping in every two hours anyway. Speaking of sucky.”

“You’d rather die in your sleep, maybe?”

“Again with the overreacting.”

Daniel’s voice gentled. “There’s no reason for me not to be with you.”

“I am not feeling like company. End of story.”

Daniel paced from one end of the kitchen to the other. “Look, we’ve helped each other through bad dreams before, Jack,” he said rapidly. “I know this is fresh and raw, and unbelievably traumatic. But we both know that time…” he swallowed and turned his head away, “time will help make the unbearable more bearable.”

Jack saw the moisture glistening in Daniel’s eyes and felt a pang. The loss of Sha’re was more recent than his loss of Charlie, and her death, even more recent, must still feel painfully new. It had only been five months.

Five months since he’d tried to comfort Daniel, taken him in his arms, whispered useless words. Five months since the unspoken, unacknowledged thing between them had been made flesh, to put it blasphemously; given voice, ultimately given a name.

“I don’t have to be asleep,” he blurted. “All I have to do is close my eyes. She’s right there.”

And Daniel was right there, in four swift strides. And Jack could see him adjust, in the instant before his arms went around Jack. He avoided the ribs and the bandaged arm and the tender side of the face that would be showing a bruise by morning, and cradled Jack with exquisite care.

It was like the tears that had shone in Daniel’s eyes came rolling out of Jack’s. He wasn’t conscious of them until they fell, soaking Daniel’s shirt.

~~~~

Daniel helped him undress and Jack attended to business in the bathroom on his own. Daniel was in the bed waiting for him when he came out. He settled slowly onto the mattress, wincing, and put out a hand to stop Daniel from pulling the covers up over him. “I was thinking,” he said.

“Oh?” Daniel frowned inquiringly.

“I was thinking that what I really need is to fall asleep fast.”

“Following you,” Daniel said slowly.

“And there’s one sure way to do that.”

Daniel’s eyebrows rose high. “Still following you, I think, but are you sure you’re up to that?”

“Well, nothing too energetic, obviously.”

“Anything’s bound to hurt,” Daniel worried.

“Well, I thought maybe, if you did all the work….”

Daniel smiled at Jack and touched his face. “I could do that.” He threw back the covers and rose to his knees.

Jack carefully spread his legs, and Daniel crawled between them.

“Don’t you move a muscle,” Daniel murmured as he bent forward.

Jack leaned back into his pillows and watched as Daniel’s mouth made a slow approach towards his cock. The first contact of his lips felt good. Daniel was kissing him, and that felt good in all kinds of ways that weren’t sexual. His cock wasn’t terribly interested, but Jack appreciated the display of affection.

Tongue came into play as Daniel went after that one spot, right there, that one on the underside of his cock about two inches down from the head that always got Jack purring. Daniel played with it and Jack’s cock bounced and got a little bit harder, but still not very hard at all. Daniel was going to have to be patient tonight.

Because Jack was a conflicted man. As soon as he came he would be able to drift off to sleep. But as soon as he came he would have to sleep, have to close his eyes. His body craved rest, his mind feared the dark. It was hard to get aroused under the circumstances, and the circumstances included the sharp pain that accompanied every unwary breath or movement, like those that had just taken place when Daniel engulfed the head of his cock and swirled his tongue.

Jack watched Daniel’s face, saw his eyes close as he savored the taste of his favorite plaything. Jack felt the muscles of his own face relaxing. Daniel would be patient. Daniel enjoyed taking his time.

Jack took a deep breath and let it out, feeling the twinge in his ribs.

Daniel opened his eyes and looked up at him. Jack smiled and Daniel’s eyes smiled back, staying locked with his as Daniel opened up wide and slid his mouth down Jack’s shaft. Up and down, slowly, three times as he stared up at Jack.

And then Daniel’s breath caught and he lifted his head hurriedly, coughing. It wasn’t the nasty deep bark that had come with the onset of bronchitis, that was long gone; in fact he’d barely coughed at all in the last few days, not that Jack had heard anyway.

“Well, that was sexy as hell,” Daniel gasped. “Sorry.” He coughed again.

Jack’s heart sank. “This wasn’t such a hot idea.”

“What? No. I’m fine.”

“No you’re not. Neither one of us is really up to this.”

“Jack, you don’t have to do a thing. And I just need to play things a little differently; use my hand more, not go so deep.”

“It’s not worth it. To be honest, I’m having a hard time getting into it. It would just take too long. Let’s forget it.”

“Hard time getting into it?” Daniel shifted position, climbing over Jack’s leg and kneeling next to him. “I can get you in the mood, Jack.” He gave his palm a slow lick and dropped his hand to his cock. “Can’t I?” He started stroking himself.

Jack stared, all thoughts of ‘forgetting it’ forgotten.

Daniel started jerking himself off, using his thumb and forefinger. His other hand crept slowly up over his stomach, his fingers found a nipple and began to toy with it.

Jack made a wordless sound.

“You like watching me,” Daniel murmured. He shifted his knees farther apart. His balls bounced up and down as the skin at the base of his cock was pulled taut and released with each stroke. “And I like putting on a show for you.” He moved his fingers from his nipple up to his mouth and then changed his mind. He stretched his hand out towards Jack’s face. “Get them wet for me,” he said.

Jack opened his mouth and Daniel’s fingers entered. Jack sucked on them softly, watching Daniel’s cock and feeling his own lift. Daniel rubbed Jack’s tongue, and Jack slurped as the fingers left his mouth and went back up to rub saliva onto both nipples, leaving them glistening.

“You are hotter than a really hot thing,” Jack said sincerely.

Daniel smiled. He switched hands, squeezing his cock with his left now and reaching over with his right to cup Jack’s balls. “You make me hot.” His thumb stroked the underside of Jack’s cock. “Getting into it now?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jack acknowledged. “Push those buttons, baby.” He slid his right hand over between Daniel’s spread thighs and underneath his jiggling balls. Daniel leaned forward, pressing himself down into Jack’s hand. Jack squeezed with just the right amount of force, and Daniel’s hand picked up the pace, stripping up and down his cock rapidly. Jack knew Daniel’s buttons, too.

A drop of pre-come appeared in the slit of Daniel’s cock, and Daniel wrapped his fist tight around his shaft and pulled upward slowly, gasping. The droplet oozed out, and Jack abandoned Daniel’s sac to reach up for it. He caught it with his thumb and spread it around in the slit for a few seconds, then brought his thumb to his lips and licked at it, watching Daniel’s face flush.

“You want a taste?” Daniel knelt up and inched closer. “Just a little taste, just a lick. We don’t want you to start coughing.”

“Jesus, no,” Jack agreed wholeheartedly. “I’ll be good.”

Daniel leaned over him and Jack opened his mouth. Daniel pressed his cock down, dragging it over Jack’s lower lip, making it damp. Jack shuddered with pleasure and then winced with pain as his ribs protested. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lip, inhaling Daniel’s musky scent.

“Jack,” Daniel whispered, pressing shallowly into his mouth.

Jack closed his lips around Daniel’s hardness, and the salty and slightly bitter tang that met his tongue electrified him. He’d grown to love this taste, strange at first but welcomed. Very soon it had become necessary, part of him. He let his tongue slide over silken steel, softly, then firmly. He moaned to let Daniel know how good it was to have even an inch of him in his mouth. Daniel stroked his hair and let him have his moment.

Finally Daniel pulled out, gave Jack a hard kiss and climbed back between his legs. “That’s a happier looking cock,” he said, smiling.

“Mm-hm,” Jack agreed, pressing his palms down into the mattress and sliding his fingers back and forth.

Daniel gave both their cocks a few long, smooth jerks and then pressed the dripping head of his cock against Jack’s shaft and rubbed it up and down. Kneeling back, he wrapped his hands around Jack and twisted gently in opposite directions. “That’s my come making you all slick for me.”

“Some of that might be mine,” Jack gasped.

Daniel slid a hand over the head of Jack’s cock, gathering up the moisture beading there and re-distributing it. “Yes,” he said. He began to stroke upwards, one hand, then the other. Again and again.

It was different without actual lube, their constant companion. Rougher, a different sort of friction. Even the air was different without that familiar scent. The only smells in the room were those produced by their two bodies, by nature. It was, somehow, intimacy without barriers, as intense as the first time they’d fucked with the box of condoms relegated ceremoniously to the wastebasket.

Jack watched Daniel’s swiftly moving hands and would have been prepared to swear in a court of law that he could feel his fingerprints. When Daniel added a twist to each upstroke, Jack’s hips moved, and his brain gave him a split-second’s warning about the twinge that would follow. But the pain was muted at this point. Arousal and whatever attendant endorphins were floating through his bloodstream apparently trumped bruised ribs.

Daniel’s mouth was on him now, sliding sideways up his cock, licking the head, sucking the top two inches in while his hand jerked and squeezed the base of his shaft.

“God, Daniel,” Jack groaned. He reached down and gripped Daniel’s shoulder. His breath hitched as he neared his climax.

Daniel sucked harder.

“Coming,” Jack warned.

Daniel lifted his head, smacking his lips, and began to pump his fist furiously.

Jack’s semen dribbled out, coating Daniel’s fingers and spattering onto his own stomach. He cried out and spurted again.

Daniel dropped down over him onto one hand and jerked himself off with the hand covered with Jack’s come. His knuckles brushed repeatedly over Jack’s post-orgasm hypersensitive ball sac. Jack’s spent cock twitched in response. Daniel’s eyes screwed tight-shut as he came, clear liquid spraying over Jack. Daniel’s lips were parted soundlessly.

“Baby,” Jack said in tired appreciation.

Daniel opened heavy-lidded eyes and swayed on his knees. He stared down at their commingled fluids, lowered his head. Rubbed his face gently against Jack’s package and belly, kissing him quietly. His face was streaked with come when he raised it. He crawled over Jack wearily, and kissed him with lips that glistened.

Jack was filled with a warmth that stunned him a little. The quick orgasm that he’d envisioned sending him off to dreamland had turned somehow into something laced with meaning and rarely-expressed emotions. But when Daniel pulled away and smiled down at him, all Jack said was, “We taste good.”

Daniel’s eyes crinkled. “Yeah, we do.” He patted Jack’s shoulder. “I’ll get something to clean up with.”

Jack stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. And realized that no matter how far down ‘almost dying’ ranked on his personal list of how incredibly shitty things were, it was undoubtedly the foremost thing in Daniel’s mind.

Daniel was back, with a warm soapy washcloth and a towel, and he was wiping Jack clean with all the care he’d give to an extremely breakable artifact.

“I’m going to be fine, you know.” Jack offered what he could.

Daniel blinked a few times. “Sure.” It almost sounded like a question.

“You know what I need, though?”

Daniel bent down over him. “Anything.”

“I could really use one more pillow.”

Daniel straightened, shook his head and walked out into the hallway, heading for the guest room.

Jack’s half-grin turned to a grimace as he slowly turned over onto his undamaged side.

Daniel appeared with the pillow. “Under your arm?”

“Please.” Jack lifted his left arm and Daniel slid the pillow into place. “Thanks.”

Daniel turned off Jack’s lamp and walked around the bed. He sat down and Jack heard musical beeps. Eventually they stopped and the other lamp went out.

“I’ve set my cell alarm to go off every two and a half hours.”

“Ugh.” Jack heard the sound of a pillow sliding on sheets.

“Yeah,” Daniel said, shifting slowly and carefully behind Jack. “Blame Janet.” He settled in, more towards the foot of the bed than usual.

Jack felt Daniel’s lips press against his shoulder blade, and the arm that draped around him rested on his hip. Daniel’s hand splayed over his abdomen.

Jack felt protected. He let his body relax, but willed his eyes to remain open. Daniel had left the bathroom light on and the door ajar. Jack stared with unfocussed eyes at the thin rectangle of light.

Daniel kissed his shoulder again and Jack smiled. His eyelids sank and slowly rose. Afterglow and industrial strength Tylenol and physical and emotional exhaustion pulled at him enticingly. Sleep. Sleep was good. He was safe. Sleep.

~~~~

Ahmureena was there waiting in the darkness when Jack’s eyes finally closed, but so was Daniel. Warm and alive.

All through the long night, and through all the long nights that followed.

~~~~

It was to be a traditional three-sided tombstone. The carver had to frequently pause in his work. He had daughters of his own.

****

Ahmureena Nerakan

Beloved daughter, sister

granddaughter, niece

Now and forever

eight years old

****

Murdered by the hands

of the wicked

Lifted to the light

to be Eternal

with the blessed

****

She lives on in the hearts

of her people

and guards her soul’s

final guardian,

USAF O’Neill of Earth

****

Is anyone else having problems with this?

Tue, 27 May 2008 14:36:53 GMT

I can't track/subscribe to entries or comment threads. I thought possibly I might have hit the upper limit, so I went to some old 5 things posts that I was tracking and untracked a bunch of them. Still can't subscribe to anything new.

And I can't even access the "Manage Settings" page. Trying to access that and trying to subscribe get me the same thing: Internet Explorer cannot display that page.

This is a fairly recent problem - I can't quite remember when I first ran into it. A couple/three weeks ago, maybe.

Anybody else affected?

Good weekend

Mon, 26 May 2008 17:35:24 GMT

Anybody miss me? :-)

We had great weather for the 500 yesterday, all my meals were successes (although the scrambled eggs were a little salty this morning), and our guests departed for home a little while ago.

The dishwasher is running, the laundry can wait. I've got two days worth of newspapers to read and a recording of the race to watch - - - but OMG I need to try to catch up on LJ first!!! *g*

And I have a fic to finish polishing up before posting it. :-)

What would you miss?

Thu, 22 May 2008 03:57:48 GMT

Something on tonight's season finale of Boston Legal happened to remind me of an incident from the remote past... about 1984, I think it was. I was dating a guy who was convinced that the Soviets were going to attack the U.S. with nukes. (Hey, I was right! I knew that wasn't gonna happen.)

Anyway, his plan was to escape into the mountains, or some such survivalist nonsense, and take me with him.

And my sekrit reaction was: what would be the point of surviving the apocalypse? Because, hey, there would be no baseball and no soap operas.

OK, my tastes have changed in the intervening decades. What would I miss now? Would the Internet survive? Would there be shiny new slash to read? What would I do without my cooking shows to point me at new ingredients and recipes?

Pushing Daisies, Chuck, 24 - I've been promised more of those!

OMG, there HAVE to be more SG-1 movies!!!

So what would you miss to the point that simply surviving would lose its luster?

Sleep is overrated, right?

Wed, 21 May 2008 07:11:42 GMT

Between mentally planning meals for the big weekend, thinking about the cleaning that's left to do before company arrives Friday afternoon, and plotting the final scene-to-be-written in my Jack!whumper, sleep is not an achievable goal.

So maybe I'll get the fic finished. That goal seems more achievable at the moment, which is a good thing since writing this has been extremely difficult for me. It would be a relief to hand it off to betas.

Yes, I'm looking at you,

jd_junkie!

And at anyone else who wants to volunteer. Probably be about 5,000 words or so, NC-17, not at all cheery, with a healthy dollop of pr0n.

ETA: Done! 5,500 words. Bed. Now.

Teaser

Mon, 19 May 2008 03:24:25 GMT

NC-17 snippet from a story that isn't about the porn at all. Or it would be done already.

Daniel started jerking himself off, using his thumb and forefinger. His other hand crept slowly up over his stomach, his fingers found a nipple and began to toy with it.

Jack made a wordless sound.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY janedavitt!!!

Wed, 07 May 2008 04:08:34 GMT

I hope your day will be just Jim-dandy! *eg*

Timely reminder, pimping and a toast!

Tue, 06 May 2008 00:05:35 GMT

New episode of House starts in one hour on the east coast!

JD ficathon signups underway!

Happy Cinco de Mayo! *raises mango margarita glass high*

'Holy Crap', gen SG-1 double drabble

Thu, 01 May 2008 20:42:58 GMT

HOLY CRAP

I thought I knew this place.

I admit, I’ve only been assigned to the SGC for eight months, and all of those’ve been in the post-Daniel Jackson era. But I’ve heard the stories, the legends. The minute I joined SG-19 I got the history lesson about how Dr. Jackson opened the Stargate when nobody else could figure it out. And heard the grisly story about his death.

And the hushed arguments over whether he was really dead or not. I figured he was, you know? He really did die, his body eaten away by radiation poisoning, even if something... unusual happened after that. ‘Ascended to a higher plane of existence.’ It’s quite a story, but you get used to that sort of thing around here real fast.

I mean, that actually wasn’t the weirdest thing I ever heard while eating lunch, you know?

And then one day SG-1 comes back from a mission, and whispers start to swirl around the base and guys I’ve been working with and passing in the hallways every day have got this look on their faces.

Hope, I guess. I don’t know what else to call it.

One man really can make all the difference.

Five Things sets 42 and 43

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 00:14:12 GMT

Just unveiled Set 43:
Four times Sam and Daniel didn't have sex, and one time they did. (In 3 parts - I used up a plot bunny!)

Five reasons Daniel hasn't slept with Vala yet

Five ways Jack and Daniel came out.

Five ways Sam/Teal'c/Hammond/Janet/Mitchell/Vala/Landry reacted to Jack and Daniel's coming out

Set 42:
Five things Cam never expected to learn about Samantha Carter.

Four hotspots on Jack's body that really get him going, and one that doesn't; and why in hell did anyone think that would do it for him?

Anonymous Love Meme

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:42:08 GMT

There's an anonymous love meme at wisteria_'s journal.

I never do those.

Here's my thread.

Sid's Closet

J/D Holiday drabble

Final Prompt

Three J/D comment fics

Prompt-a-thon: Help Stamp Out Writer's Block

Stuff: Thank yous, Announcements, Games, 5 Things

Throwdown Poll!!!

MarySue Throwdown - Star Trek style

Where'd the day (boldly) go?

And Now For Something Completely Different...

Stargate Blue Moon Awards - Nominations still open

*bounce, bounce*

Vote in Last Icon Maker Standing competition!

'Undertow', a Mezzanine 'verse double drabble

'Ahmureena', Jack/Daniel, NC-17

Is anyone else having problems with this?

Good weekend

What would you miss?

Sleep is overrated, right?

Teaser

HAPPY BIRTHDAY janedavitt!!!

Timely reminder, pimping and a toast!

'Holy Crap', gen SG-1 double drabble

Five Things sets 42 and 43

Anonymous Love Meme

bounce, bounce