10 SG-1 ficlets, Jack/Daniel friendship and slash, PG and PG-13
All right, 10 more ficlets for stargatefic100. Same deal as the last time: time limit, post as is, slash marked, yadda. Thanks to teddibear for pointing out my f-ups.
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Prompt #82 - if, PG, Children of the Gods, AU, 403 words
Jack shrugged on his jacket and headed towards the elevator. After what felt like endless hours of debriefings, he looked forward to being anywhere other than however many levels below ground. Home, some food, and his own bed sounded pretty damn good after the mess everything had become since that major had shown up on his roof. With a nod to the airman on duty, Jack hit the elevator’s call button. It was then that he noticed Daniel.
Daniel leaned against a wall, arms wrapped around himself and his gaze on a point on the floor, his long hair and ill-fitting flight suit signs of just how out of place he was there. The elevator forgotten, Jack stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode over. “Hey.”
“You should’ve let me stay.” Daniel didn’t look up.
“Daniel, they attacked the base; hell, they took Skaara. You’re the closest thing we’ve got to an expert, the best chance we’ve got of figuring out why they attacked. The best chance of getting Skaara back. You know you’re needed here.”
“And that’s what convinced me to come back to Earth in the first place, but… they’re not letting me go home.”
Home. Jack didn’t want to think about what that meant. “Hey, I’m sure that as soon as we get this thing figured out…”
“I left my wife there, Jack. In the city. She didn’t even know about what happened in the pyramid. You didn’t let me go back and explain to her why I was leaving.”
“There wasn’t time.”
“You knew they’d do this.”
“I didn’t.”
“You could’ve left me.”
“I had orders.”
“That didn’t stop you last time.”
Jack held back a sigh. “For what it’s worth, Daniel, I’m sorry, okay? I honestly didn’t know Hammond would keep you here. But you gotta understand where he’s coming from. A hostile alien just took one of his people. He’s just found out that I lied for you. Maybe when he’s cooled down some…Daniel, I promise you, as soon as we’ve got this thing settled, I’ll do everything I can to get you back to Abydos.” Jack waited a long moment, and Daniel didn’t answer. “Hey, military bases aren’t exactly known for their comfort, and well, you can crash at my place tonight, if you wanna.”
“No thank you.” Daniel pushed away from the wall and went off down the corridor. Jack didn’t follow.
Prompt #21 - friends, PG, S7, 254 words
“Well, I don’t know what I’m looking for, Jack. I haven’t exactly shopped for a house before. It’s harder to decide than I thought it’d be.”
“What about this one? That was the one with the nice backyard, right?” Sam handed the real estate brochure to Daniel, and picked at her rather scary commissary fare.
“No, no, no, Carter. That was the one with the tiny, crappy kitchen. Daniel’s not getting a house with a crappy kitchen.”
Daniel scowled into his coffee mug. “Is this going to be my house or yours?”
“Hey!” Jack tried to look offended, but couldn’t quite pull it off. “We’re just tryin’ to be good friends. You know, makin’ sure you’ve got a good place.”
Teal’c pushed another brochure forward, and said, “I believe you enjoyed this residence, Daniel Jackson.”
Sam set down her fork and peered at the picture of the home. She perked up. “Ooooh, that one had a nice kitchen. And it was in a good neighborhood.”
“Hm…decent price, at least. The bedroom was kinda small, but it had that sweet finished basement, right?”
“Indeed. It is also a convenient distance from Cheyenne Mountain.”
“Well, it’s decided then.” Jack leaned forward and tapped the brochure. “That’s your house, Daniel.”
Daniel set his coffee cup down, and looked across the table to Jack. “Well, I think you guys are right about this one, but since you seem to be so intent on choosing the house for me, you can do all the packing. How’s that sound?”
Prompt #43 - healing, PG, post Cold Lazarus, 121 words
They don’t talk about it on base afterwards, and Jack doesn’t even protest when Daniel follows him home; it wouldn’t do any good anyways. They don’t talk about it when they get there, or through their take-out dinner, when Jack pretends he doesn’t notice Daniel cautiously watching him.
“Go ahead,” Jack finally says when the remnants of their meal are cleaned up. “It’s what you’re here for.”
“Get you to talk? I’m not going to make you. If you don’t want to.”
“For once,” Jack mutters. He hangs his head. “It…it was Charlie. I can’t…I don’t know…”
“You’re going to be okay.” It’s not a question.
When Daniel says it, Jack feels like it might just be true.
Prompt #76 - who? PG, S7, 188 words
He studies the things Jack kept for him like they hold the answers. And maybe they do, at least a little. If there’s one thing he prides himself on, he remembers, it’s getting a whole lot of information out of even the smallest detail. And all this stuff, well, it’s a hell of a lot of detail.
He can tell that Daniel Jackson traveled. Everything in here seems to be from a different culture, different country. Daniel Jackson’s interested in the past. So much of it he can’t place yet, but he knows these things are very old. Daniel Jackson’s well-read, or so the sheer amount of books there are shows. Daniel Jackson has a life here, even if he can’t recognize it now.
“You’ve amassed a ton of crap, you know.” Jack lets himself in without knocking, smiling free and easy like he knows he’ll be welcome. “C’mon, you’ve been cooped up in this room for long enough. Me, T, and Carter are taking you out to get some real food.”
Daniel Jackson has friends, friends glad to see him home.
Daniel smiles. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Prompt #55 - spirit, PG, Abyss, 111 words
Jack knows that it’s not fair to ask this of Daniel. Daniel, his best friend, and the only reason that he’s held on this long. Daniel, who always believes that there’s an alternative no matter how clear it is that there isn’t one. Daniel, who is actually cut out for this ascension crap.
Enlightenment…ascension…those just aren’t for guys like Jack. Guys who kill without question. Guys who hide behind orders to justify their actions. Guys who leave loaded guns where their kids can get them.
See, the thing Daniel doesn’t understand is that Jack no longer has a soul to save. He left that behind a long time ago.
Prompt #81 - how? PG-13, slash, 170 words
“Oh, there is no way in hell.”
“There’s no way in hell what?” Daniel asked as he came into the living room and sat on the couch beside Jack.
“This.” Jack gestured to the book in his hands. “Neither of us is this flexible, for crying out loud.”
Daniel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. When Jack took the initiative to read through the ‘how to’ guides on gay sex that Daniel had bought, it sometimes lead to some definite fun in the bedroom, on the couch, and, on one memorable occasion, over the kitchen table. Other times, well, it just meant some really weird, and potentially embarrassing, conversation.
“Well Jack, I’m devastated. Completely disappointed that we can’t get into that one totally ridiculous position you picked from the back of the book because of your bum knees.”
“Hey, I didn’t say it was ’cause of my knees! You wouldn’t be able to bend like that either.”
“Jack, next time, don’t skip ahead, please? It’s easier on my sanity.”
Prompt #30 - death, PG, Absolute Power AU, slash, 159 words
The first time Jack kills for him, on his orders, Daniel knows he’s won.
It’s easy in the end, maybe too easy - victory with a kiss and murmured promises - but still, Daniel takes pride in knowing that Jack is well and truly his, even if Jack will never recognize it. The death of a Goa’uld mothership is the beginning. He can do more. Jack’s never liked the Russians, and Daniel can use that, especially since the Russians and Chinese are causing trouble. From there, it’s not a far step to everything, to forever.
He presses his body against Jack’s back, winds an arm around Jack’s stomach to keep him in place as they watch the satellite feed of the mothership’s destruction: power and light and fire. “Very good,” he praises, and kisses Jack’s neck just to feel his lips against the thrum of Jack’s pulse.
“What next?” Jack asks, the old challenge still there in his voice.
“We’ll see.”
Prompt #84 - he, PG, slash, 123 words
And this should probably be the point where Jack starts to freak out. Because it’s one thing to admit to himself that he has feelings for Daniel, probably even loves him, not that Jack will admit it yet. But it’s an entirely different thing to stand here and let Daniel kiss him.
Entirely different to feel such wide hands moving up and down his back. To feel the scratch of stubble and a flat chest pressing up against his and such force in a kiss. To know that Daniel can match him strength for strength. Entirely different to kiss a guy. Definite freak out material there.
But it’s Daniel, who’s been teammate, friend, beloved. It’s Daniel, and it’s right, and Jack lets go.
Prompt #37 - sound, PG, S8, slash, 175 words
Someone’s at the door, Jack can hear. A key turns in the lock with a soft snick, and he knows it’s Daniel. He hears the door open - the hinge is squeaking some; he’ll have to deal with that soon - and close again a moment later. Fabric hits fabric, Daniel tossing his jacket on the couch, maybe, and a jingle as his keys follow. Footsteps over slightly creaking floorboards as Daniel walks down the hallway and in through the open bedroom door. More soft fabric sounds as Daniel begins to shed his clothes.
“Hey,” Jack mumbles, and turns on his side to face Daniel.
“Oh, hey, you’re awake.”
“Heard you come in. How was PX-whatever?”
“Mm, interesting. Nice people. Some potential new antibiotics. You’ll hear all about in the briefing tomorrow.”
“Lovely. I look forward to it.”
The sheets rustle as Daniel gets in bed and curls up behind Jack. He wraps an arm around Jack’s middle, and sighs sleepily. “G’night.”
“Night, Daniel.”
It isn’t long before Daniel’s snoring softly, and Jack’s asleep again moments later.
Prompt #6 - hours, PG-13, S5, slash, 252 words
It’s been forty-one hours since Jack’s fingers had clutched at Daniel’s hair, since Jack’s low moans had urged Daniel to harderfastermore. Forty-one hours since the feel of sweat-slick skin against skin and mouths meeting sloppy with spit and strong hips thrusting.
Thirty-two hours since Daniel had stumbled into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and yawning. Since he had stolen the cup of coffee right out of Jack’s hand. Had apologized with a mint toothpaste fresh kiss and a smile. Since Jack grumbled good- naturedly and poured himself a replacement mug.
Twenty-nine hours since the locker room, where Daniel had caught Jack not-so-subtly leering at him while they geared up. Had rolled his eyes and made a crack about Jack’s one-track mind.
Twenty-seven hours since the wormhole. Since they successfully made contact with the locals and started on the standard meet-and-greet.
Sixteen hours since the government’s representative showed SG-1 to their rooms for the night.
Seven hours since the morning; five hours since SG-1 took the offered tour of the surrounding city. Since Daniel declined and stayed to talk to their contact.
Two hours since they came back, since Daniel rushed to the infirmary, demanding that no one touch him.
And it’s been one moment since Daniel listed off the grisly symptoms to come: blood and pain with no way out. One moment since he told Jack, “And based on the dose of radiation I got, all that will happen in the next ten to fifteen hours.”
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Prompt #82 - if, PG, Children of the Gods, AU, 403 words
Jack shrugged on his jacket and headed towards the elevator. After what felt like endless hours of debriefings, he looked forward to being anywhere other than however many levels below ground. Home, some food, and his own bed sounded pretty damn good after the mess everything had become since that major had shown up on his roof. With a nod to the airman on duty, Jack hit the elevator’s call button. It was then that he noticed Daniel.
Daniel leaned against a wall, arms wrapped around himself and his gaze on a point on the floor, his long hair and ill-fitting flight suit signs of just how out of place he was there. The elevator forgotten, Jack stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode over. “Hey.”
“You should’ve let me stay.” Daniel didn’t look up.
“Daniel, they attacked the base; hell, they took Skaara. You’re the closest thing we’ve got to an expert, the best chance we’ve got of figuring out why they attacked. The best chance of getting Skaara back. You know you’re needed here.”
“And that’s what convinced me to come back to Earth in the first place, but… they’re not letting me go home.”
Home. Jack didn’t want to think about what that meant. “Hey, I’m sure that as soon as we get this thing figured out…”
“I left my wife there, Jack. In the city. She didn’t even know about what happened in the pyramid. You didn’t let me go back and explain to her why I was leaving.”
“There wasn’t time.”
“You knew they’d do this.”
“I didn’t.”
“You could’ve left me.”
“I had orders.”
“That didn’t stop you last time.”
Jack held back a sigh. “For what it’s worth, Daniel, I’m sorry, okay? I honestly didn’t know Hammond would keep you here. But you gotta understand where he’s coming from. A hostile alien just took one of his people. He’s just found out that I lied for you. Maybe when he’s cooled down some…Daniel, I promise you, as soon as we’ve got this thing settled, I’ll do everything I can to get you back to Abydos.” Jack waited a long moment, and Daniel didn’t answer. “Hey, military bases aren’t exactly known for their comfort, and well, you can crash at my place tonight, if you wanna.”
“No thank you.” Daniel pushed away from the wall and went off down the corridor. Jack didn’t follow.
Prompt #21 - friends, PG, S7, 254 words
“Well, I don’t know what I’m looking for, Jack. I haven’t exactly shopped for a house before. It’s harder to decide than I thought it’d be.”
“What about this one? That was the one with the nice backyard, right?” Sam handed the real estate brochure to Daniel, and picked at her rather scary commissary fare.
“No, no, no, Carter. That was the one with the tiny, crappy kitchen. Daniel’s not getting a house with a crappy kitchen.”
Daniel scowled into his coffee mug. “Is this going to be my house or yours?”
“Hey!” Jack tried to look offended, but couldn’t quite pull it off. “We’re just tryin’ to be good friends. You know, makin’ sure you’ve got a good place.”
Teal’c pushed another brochure forward, and said, “I believe you enjoyed this residence, Daniel Jackson.”
Sam set down her fork and peered at the picture of the home. She perked up. “Ooooh, that one had a nice kitchen. And it was in a good neighborhood.”
“Hm…decent price, at least. The bedroom was kinda small, but it had that sweet finished basement, right?”
“Indeed. It is also a convenient distance from Cheyenne Mountain.”
“Well, it’s decided then.” Jack leaned forward and tapped the brochure. “That’s your house, Daniel.”
Daniel set his coffee cup down, and looked across the table to Jack. “Well, I think you guys are right about this one, but since you seem to be so intent on choosing the house for me, you can do all the packing. How’s that sound?”
Prompt #43 - healing, PG, post Cold Lazarus, 121 words
They don’t talk about it on base afterwards, and Jack doesn’t even protest when Daniel follows him home; it wouldn’t do any good anyways. They don’t talk about it when they get there, or through their take-out dinner, when Jack pretends he doesn’t notice Daniel cautiously watching him.
“Go ahead,” Jack finally says when the remnants of their meal are cleaned up. “It’s what you’re here for.”
“Get you to talk? I’m not going to make you. If you don’t want to.”
“For once,” Jack mutters. He hangs his head. “It…it was Charlie. I can’t…I don’t know…”
“You’re going to be okay.” It’s not a question.
When Daniel says it, Jack feels like it might just be true.
Prompt #76 - who? PG, S7, 188 words
He studies the things Jack kept for him like they hold the answers. And maybe they do, at least a little. If there’s one thing he prides himself on, he remembers, it’s getting a whole lot of information out of even the smallest detail. And all this stuff, well, it’s a hell of a lot of detail.
He can tell that Daniel Jackson traveled. Everything in here seems to be from a different culture, different country. Daniel Jackson’s interested in the past. So much of it he can’t place yet, but he knows these things are very old. Daniel Jackson’s well-read, or so the sheer amount of books there are shows. Daniel Jackson has a life here, even if he can’t recognize it now.
“You’ve amassed a ton of crap, you know.” Jack lets himself in without knocking, smiling free and easy like he knows he’ll be welcome. “C’mon, you’ve been cooped up in this room for long enough. Me, T, and Carter are taking you out to get some real food.”
Daniel Jackson has friends, friends glad to see him home.
Daniel smiles. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Prompt #55 - spirit, PG, Abyss, 111 words
Jack knows that it’s not fair to ask this of Daniel. Daniel, his best friend, and the only reason that he’s held on this long. Daniel, who always believes that there’s an alternative no matter how clear it is that there isn’t one. Daniel, who is actually cut out for this ascension crap.
Enlightenment…ascension…those just aren’t for guys like Jack. Guys who kill without question. Guys who hide behind orders to justify their actions. Guys who leave loaded guns where their kids can get them.
See, the thing Daniel doesn’t understand is that Jack no longer has a soul to save. He left that behind a long time ago.
Prompt #81 - how? PG-13, slash, 170 words
“Oh, there is no way in hell.”
“There’s no way in hell what?” Daniel asked as he came into the living room and sat on the couch beside Jack.
“This.” Jack gestured to the book in his hands. “Neither of us is this flexible, for crying out loud.”
Daniel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. When Jack took the initiative to read through the ‘how to’ guides on gay sex that Daniel had bought, it sometimes lead to some definite fun in the bedroom, on the couch, and, on one memorable occasion, over the kitchen table. Other times, well, it just meant some really weird, and potentially embarrassing, conversation.
“Well Jack, I’m devastated. Completely disappointed that we can’t get into that one totally ridiculous position you picked from the back of the book because of your bum knees.”
“Hey, I didn’t say it was ’cause of my knees! You wouldn’t be able to bend like that either.”
“Jack, next time, don’t skip ahead, please? It’s easier on my sanity.”
Prompt #30 - death, PG, Absolute Power AU, slash, 159 words
The first time Jack kills for him, on his orders, Daniel knows he’s won.
It’s easy in the end, maybe too easy - victory with a kiss and murmured promises - but still, Daniel takes pride in knowing that Jack is well and truly his, even if Jack will never recognize it. The death of a Goa’uld mothership is the beginning. He can do more. Jack’s never liked the Russians, and Daniel can use that, especially since the Russians and Chinese are causing trouble. From there, it’s not a far step to everything, to forever.
He presses his body against Jack’s back, winds an arm around Jack’s stomach to keep him in place as they watch the satellite feed of the mothership’s destruction: power and light and fire. “Very good,” he praises, and kisses Jack’s neck just to feel his lips against the thrum of Jack’s pulse.
“What next?” Jack asks, the old challenge still there in his voice.
“We’ll see.”
Prompt #84 - he, PG, slash, 123 words
And this should probably be the point where Jack starts to freak out. Because it’s one thing to admit to himself that he has feelings for Daniel, probably even loves him, not that Jack will admit it yet. But it’s an entirely different thing to stand here and let Daniel kiss him.
Entirely different to feel such wide hands moving up and down his back. To feel the scratch of stubble and a flat chest pressing up against his and such force in a kiss. To know that Daniel can match him strength for strength. Entirely different to kiss a guy. Definite freak out material there.
But it’s Daniel, who’s been teammate, friend, beloved. It’s Daniel, and it’s right, and Jack lets go.
Prompt #37 - sound, PG, S8, slash, 175 words
Someone’s at the door, Jack can hear. A key turns in the lock with a soft snick, and he knows it’s Daniel. He hears the door open - the hinge is squeaking some; he’ll have to deal with that soon - and close again a moment later. Fabric hits fabric, Daniel tossing his jacket on the couch, maybe, and a jingle as his keys follow. Footsteps over slightly creaking floorboards as Daniel walks down the hallway and in through the open bedroom door. More soft fabric sounds as Daniel begins to shed his clothes.
“Hey,” Jack mumbles, and turns on his side to face Daniel.
“Oh, hey, you’re awake.”
“Heard you come in. How was PX-whatever?”
“Mm, interesting. Nice people. Some potential new antibiotics. You’ll hear all about in the briefing tomorrow.”
“Lovely. I look forward to it.”
The sheets rustle as Daniel gets in bed and curls up behind Jack. He wraps an arm around Jack’s middle, and sighs sleepily. “G’night.”
“Night, Daniel.”
It isn’t long before Daniel’s snoring softly, and Jack’s asleep again moments later.
Prompt #6 - hours, PG-13, S5, slash, 252 words
It’s been forty-one hours since Jack’s fingers had clutched at Daniel’s hair, since Jack’s low moans had urged Daniel to harderfastermore. Forty-one hours since the feel of sweat-slick skin against skin and mouths meeting sloppy with spit and strong hips thrusting.
Thirty-two hours since Daniel had stumbled into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and yawning. Since he had stolen the cup of coffee right out of Jack’s hand. Had apologized with a mint toothpaste fresh kiss and a smile. Since Jack grumbled good- naturedly and poured himself a replacement mug.
Twenty-nine hours since the locker room, where Daniel had caught Jack not-so-subtly leering at him while they geared up. Had rolled his eyes and made a crack about Jack’s one-track mind.
Twenty-seven hours since the wormhole. Since they successfully made contact with the locals and started on the standard meet-and-greet.
Sixteen hours since the government’s representative showed SG-1 to their rooms for the night.
Seven hours since the morning; five hours since SG-1 took the offered tour of the surrounding city. Since Daniel declined and stayed to talk to their contact.
Two hours since they came back, since Daniel rushed to the infirmary, demanding that no one touch him.
And it’s been one moment since Daniel listed off the grisly symptoms to come: blood and pain with no way out. One moment since he told Jack, “And based on the dose of radiation I got, all that will happen in the next ten to fifteen hours.”