Pain. Anger. Hurt. Regret ( Read more... )

Dinner. It'd been a long time since he'd actually made dinner. It wasn't anything special this time. Just bits and pieces tossed together to make something that Daniel wasn't sure what to call. But it was food. And there was a table. And there were notes that he was using ( Read more... )

The dog was the first thing he noticed. The dog and the fact that they were both out in the middle of nowhere. Daniel had come out here when he'd gone to the kitchen and run across semi-chaos. People telling other people their innermost secrets. He had no desire to run across anyone again and find out what they thought about him. Not again ( Read more... )

He knew where it was. He'd even been there before. But it had been a long time since he'd actively sought out Tosh's hut. Except that he wasn't here for Tosh, this time. In fact, he was actually hoping that Tosh wasn't at home. Although it probably would have served Owen right, if he had told Tosh why, exactly, he was pissed off ( Read more... )

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Do not be careful with me, was Daniel's reply as he dragged his nails - from his right hand - down Mohinder's back. He was here, he was not backing away. He wasn't entirely sure that he would have backed away any of the other times, but he definitely wasn't now.

There is no line. He wrapped his legs around Mohinder's waist ( Read more... )

People were telling the truth and at least Alcuin and Owen and Ianto were affected, that Daniel knew. And Ianto, at least, had argued with Jack. Had told him...had told him things Daniel didn't want to think about ( Read more... )

(Note: Linked from here.)"Exactly," Daniel said, nodding. "There's always someone coming in and grabbing something. Usually something hideous." Remembering the clothes from earlier, he decided that they weren't always hideous, just embarrassing sometimes. He led the way to the bathroom right off the laundry and went in, waiting for Mohinder to ( Read more... )

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Daniel tugged Jack in, pressing him against the door once he'd shut it. He ran his tongue along where he could still imagine he felt the bite mark and started pulling at Jack's shirt, itching for bare skin.

"Tell me something, Jack," he murmured softly.

There were days when Daniel hated parties and this was one of them ( Read more... )

Daniel was in no mood to interpret his conversation with Jack, especially since it'd been almost on the heels of his conversation with a certain Greg House. That could have gone better than it hand and Daniel knew that was partially his fault. He'd come close, so close, to telling Greg about the various times that he'd heard Jack question whether ( Read more... )