A SEASON EIGHT CHRISTMAS CAROL

Past:

Real camels for one, a real infant to adore for the other.

Future:

Daniel turned slowly in a circle. He recognized this place from MALP images, although the wreaths and colored lights were new. Atlantis. He’d finally come… his thrill faded. Emptiness filled him.

Jack surveyed the party. Had to be Washington, judging by the amount of brass and the high levels of insincerity. He glimpsed himself in a mirror: shiny new stars and a trapped expression. 

Present:

He sat up, swaying, blinking. The phone rang.  No Caller ID was necessary.  He reached for a new and better future.

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[	Presently feeling	|	relaxed	]

HEARTH

Daniel stepped out of the cabin’s bedroom. “I feel ridiculous.”

Jack twisted around. “Do they fit?”

Daniel tugged experimentally. “I guess.”

“C’mere.”

Daniel padded to the couch and sank down into the cushions.

Jack threw an arm around him. “Comfy?”

“Mmm.”

“Perfect for lounging by the fire on a snowy night?”

Daniel sighed. “They’re absolutely perfect in every way. Is that what you want to hear?”

“They’re absolutely perfect in one way,” Jack corrected.

“Oh?”

Jack ran his hand down Daniel’s back. “Good old-fashioned trap-door technology,” he said, and watched with delight as Daniel flushed as red as his longjohns.

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HOLD FAST TO DREAMS

Half asleep and more, Daniel leans against the wall, eyes closed as he pisses into the toilet, vaguely hoping that he’s not dreaming, not soaking the sheets in reality. He doesn’t flush; he might wake himself up.

Should have turned off the computer and gone to bed three hours ago.

He opens his eyes enough to find his way to the bed. Climbs in, pulling the covers up. He sinks into the pillow and into sleep.

Warm weight presses against his back, a voice murmurs, "'bout time,” and Daniel knows he’s still not dreaming.

Or the voice would be Jack’s.
 

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“Sheppard!” Rodney hurried into the room. “Did you just touch that?”

“No.” John did his best to look wounded.

“I told you not to touch it, didn’t I? Didn’t I? On penalty of death, as I recall.”

“I vaguely remember something like that, yeah.”

“’Yeah’,” Rodney mocked. “Where? Where did you….?”

“I told you…”

“Oh, give me a break. I should have known… ah! There!” 

John was busted. He put on his most apologetic face. “Rodney, I swear.  I heard it calling my name!”

Rodney snorted. “What are you, delusional, or do you think that I am?”

“No comment. Think it’ll be all right?” John leaned over anxiously to look. “It’s not too bad. Maybe she won’t even notice.”

“There is no way she’s not going to notice,” Rodney whined. “And she’s going to be here any second.”

“Maybe we can distract her?”

“Distract her? Distract delph from her birthday cake? Are you a complete moron?”

“There’s got to be a way.”

“Oh, yes, right. Such as?”

“I know! If she walks into the room, and we’re in the middle of having sex….”

Rodney’s face lit up as he reached for John. “Yes! You totally should have been in Mensa!”

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FORK IN THE ROAD

“Never thought I’d live to see General O’Neill in tears,” Cam said, glancing in his side mirror before changing lanes. “Not sayin’ they weren’t manly tears, but all the same.”

“It was his wedding day, and he is very much in love,” Teal’c answered.

“Yeah. And when your bride comes up the aisle… up? Down?” Cam looked at the rear view mirror but only received a shrug. “Well, either way… and damn, she was looking fine, wasn’t she?”

“Her dress suited her extremely well.”

“Mighty fine.  We looked pretty spiffy ourselves, too.” Cam grinned. “So, anyway, they’re off on their honeymoon and I thought the rest of us should take advantage of our down time. Road trip sound good to you guys?”

“An excellent plan.”

“Sam?”

Sam leaned forward between the front seats. “Anywhere but Minnesota,” she laughed. “The General threatened to kill anyone who disturbs them.” 

“And Vala holds a grudge like nobody’s business, so we don’t want to piss her off.”

“We also should not underestimate Daniel Jackson-O’Neill’s potential for wrath,” Teal’c added, smiling serenely.

“Right. South it is.” Cam changed lanes again, heading for an exit. “Arizona? New Mexico?”

“Either,” said Teal’c.

“Why not both?” said Sam.

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[	Soundtrack	|	'Expressway to Your Heart', The Soul Survivors	]

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I want to know what Jack and Daniel were doing before they rushed into the Gateroom (Daniel pulling on his jacket) at the start of Upgrades. :-)

ETA: there's now a nice little sequel by lilyleia78  in the comments: here

COMMUNICATION
 

Things just kind of exploded between them after Euronda. But not in the bad way. Jack had made his apology there at the DHD, with Daniel’s hand held in his, and Daniel had been confused but eager to forgive. Carter had been nearly silent during the debrief and Jack kept hearing that last thud against the iris, so Daniel did most of the talking while the rest of them contributed just enough to give Hammond the full picture. Minus a few snapshots of Jack making an ass of himself.

Daniel would have been entitled to rub it in, but instead he never brought it up. Not that they’d spent a lot of time talking to each other, those first few days. Daniel managed to make it perfectly clear that Jack was forgiven, and Jack did his best to show that he was appropriately grateful. There were olive branches and friendly looks galore.

But there was also an unease. Jack felt it as an itch whenever he was around Daniel. He didn’t know what Daniel felt it as, but he clearly was feeling it.

How best to scratch that itch became clear the night Daniel rang his doorbell at two in the morning.

The itch didn’t go away, but it was a lot more enjoyable now that Jack understood what it was. The friendly looks didn’t go away either, they just carried secret messages now.

And occasionally the secret message was an urgent one, which needed to be elaborated on, in a secret place. Often articles of clothing were surplus to that task.

Which was how they found themselves in a storage closet, with Daniel bare to the waist and Jack’s hands fumbling at the buttons of his fly as Daniel attempted to suck his tonsils out, when the klaxon sounded.