God's Will by WordGeek (NC-17)
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, AU, Amnesia, Angst
Warning: Language, Violence, Discussion/Remembrance of past non-consent, Crises of faith...
Author on LJ: None, but you can also find her fics hosted by Lady Grey at http://www.sgcsquared.com
Author's Website: WordGeek on Area 52
Link: [62,219 words] God's Will
Why This Must Be Read: Wow, looking at those warnings and I'm not sure I'd read it, so I better make this good. Jack's a government assassin at the end of the line - one job too many and he just can't do it any more. He's just done, a dead man walking who's expecting to be gunned down at any moment like the liability he is. Daniel is having a crisis of faith; a kind of dead man walking himself. They meet in a church amidst a hail of bullets that Jack is surprised to learn are not for him. Daniel, who they apparently are for, is just as surprised - and after the bullet grazes his temple and they make their escape, he can't remember why.
I want to say more than that but I'm trying not to spoil what comes up 18,000+ words into it! Try this: the characterizations are good, the angst is poignant (no punches pulled here, and you can hear heart strings downright snapping), and the ending is happy (I'm sure Hell will freeze over someday and I'll rec a fic with a sad ending, but until then it's a guarantee). They're both circa pre-movie here for characterizations - it's as if never having met each other, some of those empty spaces haven't filled in and they're still twisting in the wind.
Oh, and there's sex. Turns out you can fit a lot of sex into 62,000 words still have lots of room to talk about other stuff. It's... *whines*... it's very nice. [/understatement]
Author's Summary: Instinct and circumstance, faith and destiny.
Excerpt: Now he was standing in the kitchenette with a cold bottle of beer pressed to his bruised jaw, watching Daniel standing at the bathroom sink as he tried to rinse the blood stains out of his pale blue shirt, and wondering why the hell he hadn't just left him there to fend for himself.
His brain told him it was because the shooter had mentioned a 'Bobby', and that meant that unless 'Bobby' was among the deceased in the back of the church, which he had no way of determining, there was still someone after Daniel. Daniel had taken the bullet that should've belonged to Jack, and now Jack owed him something.
But standing there watching Daniel as he bent over the sink, Jack's eyes traveled down across the pale skin of his naked back and down over the bump of his ass, and his dick told him he was full of crap. Even in the loose khaki's, Jack could tell that Daniel had one fine ass.
Two hours ago, Jack had been making himself ready to die, and somehow in the five minutes he'd interacted with this stranger behind closed doors, his dick had decided he had time for one more bit of living before he checked out for good. It was a real shame about the amnesia...
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, AU, Amnesia, Angst
Warning: Language, Violence, Discussion/Remembrance of past non-consent, Crises of faith...
Author on LJ: None, but you can also find her fics hosted by Lady Grey at http://www.sgcsquared.com
Author's Website: WordGeek on Area 52
Link: [62,219 words] God's Will
Why This Must Be Read: Wow, looking at those warnings and I'm not sure I'd read it, so I better make this good. Jack's a government assassin at the end of the line - one job too many and he just can't do it any more. He's just done, a dead man walking who's expecting to be gunned down at any moment like the liability he is. Daniel is having a crisis of faith; a kind of dead man walking himself. They meet in a church amidst a hail of bullets that Jack is surprised to learn are not for him. Daniel, who they apparently are for, is just as surprised - and after the bullet grazes his temple and they make their escape, he can't remember why.
I want to say more than that but I'm trying not to spoil what comes up 18,000+ words into it! Try this: the characterizations are good, the angst is poignant (no punches pulled here, and you can hear heart strings downright snapping), and the ending is happy (I'm sure Hell will freeze over someday and I'll rec a fic with a sad ending, but until then it's a guarantee). They're both circa pre-movie here for characterizations - it's as if never having met each other, some of those empty spaces haven't filled in and they're still twisting in the wind.
Oh, and there's sex. Turns out you can fit a lot of sex into 62,000 words still have lots of room to talk about other stuff. It's... *whines*... it's very nice. [/understatement]
Author's Summary: Instinct and circumstance, faith and destiny.
Excerpt: Now he was standing in the kitchenette with a cold bottle of beer pressed to his bruised jaw, watching Daniel standing at the bathroom sink as he tried to rinse the blood stains out of his pale blue shirt, and wondering why the hell he hadn't just left him there to fend for himself.
His brain told him it was because the shooter had mentioned a 'Bobby', and that meant that unless 'Bobby' was among the deceased in the back of the church, which he had no way of determining, there was still someone after Daniel. Daniel had taken the bullet that should've belonged to Jack, and now Jack owed him something.
But standing there watching Daniel as he bent over the sink, Jack's eyes traveled down across the pale skin of his naked back and down over the bump of his ass, and his dick told him he was full of crap. Even in the loose khaki's, Jack could tell that Daniel had one fine ass.
Two hours ago, Jack had been making himself ready to die, and somehow in the five minutes he'd interacted with this stranger behind closed doors, his dick had decided he had time for one more bit of living before he checked out for good. It was a real shame about the amnesia...