5 SG-1 Ficlets - Jack and Daniel for stargatefic100 (PG)
Same thing as the last two times, yadda. Tried to hit up a bunch of the color-themed prompts because I knew I was gonna have trouble with them.
Progress: 25/100 - a quarter of the way done, go me!
Prompt #17 - brown, PG, 246 words
And even though he’s been ordered to take it easy on his recently-healed leg, Daniel rushes into the ’gate room the moment the klaxons sound. By the time he hobbles in, he has to dodge infirmary staff as they hurry about, carrying mud-covered men out on stretchers. The ’gate room is more chaotic than he’s seen it in a long time, full of people, some standing, some injured, all of them covered in filth. He scans the room, looking for Jack, but it’s impossible to tell anyone apart when they’re all caked with oozing brown mess.
“Have you seen Colonel O’Neill?” he asks a passing airman. The guy shakes his head, and Daniel tries to tell himself that he’s not worried. He pushes through the crush of people and doesn’t care about the dirt he’s getting on himself.
“Daniel?” He turns, and Jack’s right there, just as filthy as everyone else and cradling his left arm close to his chest.
“Jack! Are you okay? What’s wrong with your arm? Did you get SG-9 out?”
“Whoa, hey, slow down. Yes, it’s just a graze, and yeah, we did; they’ll be okay.”
“You should get down to the infirmary then, c’mon.” He takes a hold of Jack’s good arm and steers him to the exit. They trail mud down the hall as they walk.
Jack points to the mud covering Daniel’s BDUs now, and says, “You’re a mess, you know.”
Daniel snorts. “You’re one to talk.”
Prompt #18 - black, PG, post Beneath the Surface, 314 words
As soon as Fraiser cleared him - for up and around the base, not home, damn it - Jack made his way to the locker room for a shower. It had been…well, he still wasn’t sure about the timeframe, not when his memory still wasn’t at one hundred percent, but he knew it’d been far too long since he’d been really clean. It had been impossible for anyone to stay even relatively clean in that place, trapped by false memories and the ‘honor to serve.’ There was ash left over from the fires to streak across cheeks and settle in hair and clothing and blankets. Grease from the machinery to paint hands dark. The filth and grit of living through an ice age. The kind of dirt that seeped through skin day after day to leave its black mark on bone.
When Jack got to the locker room, he wasn’t surprised to find Carlin - Daniel - there. As Jack went to sort through his locker, Daniel muttered, “hey,” and pulled his shirt over his head. Daniel was fresh from his own shower, skin scrubbed to pink, with no more dark dirt covering him. As he got ready, Jack looked at Daniel from the corner of his eye. He almost couldn’t tell they’d even been through anything, except for the fading bruises on his arms. Marks that had once been black and blue, dark as the soot that coated them. Marks Jack had put there during their fight. Jack looked away.
But Daniel noticed, could never leave stuff like that alone, and said, “Hey, it’s okay. It wasn’t you. Not really.”
“Yeah, I know.” Jack shut his locker and turned towards the showers. “See ya.”
He heard Daniel leave as he started the water. Jack leaned against the tiled wall, and let the water run over him. He watched it swirl down the drain, tinted with black.
Prompt #20 - colorless, PG, S6, slash, 188 words
He doesn’t see anymore, at least not in the physical sense, and not in any way that he’d be able to explain. He just…knows. Feels it. Feels the shape and form of things, their colors in his being. But he doesn’t see them.
Not that Daniel needs to see, really, what with the whole ascension thing. But he misses it, sometimes. It would be nice, real nice for when he visits Jack. The one thing from his old life that he’ll never be able to fully let go. Maybe it’s wrong of him, not the enlightened thing to do, but Daniel ‘watches’ Jack, whenever he can.
He follows Jack off-world, on base, at home; his one connection to what he left behind. He feels the texture and shape of Jack, like he does everything. But it’s not the same. Not the same thing as really seeing the warmth of Jack’s brown eyes when he smiles. Or the gray of his hair. Or his tanned skin covered in cooling sweat as they lay in bed together.
Sometimes Daniel thinks those are the things he misses the most.
Prompt #15 - blue, PG, slash, 164 words
When Jack dreams, he dreams in blue, always the same things. A cockpit and a clear sky rushing past, going way on into forever and yet close enough that it seems like he could reach out and touch it. His Class A’s, all propriety and pride. The first time he put them on, and the last time he’s taken them off. The shimmer of a wormhole event horizon, like water catching the sunlight from overhead.
And in the mornings, Daniel kisses him awake, wet and lazy against his throat, his shoulder, across the line of his jaw. A quick, chaste kiss at his lips, mindful of shared morning breath. Daniel pulls back, gets up off the bed and towards the bathroom. Looks back at the bed with smile and invitation in his eyes. “Shower?”
“Go ahead, I’ll be there in a second,” Jack answers. He stretches and yawns, and slides out of bed. He follows Daniel, and doesn’t think about the price for this.
Prompt #11 - red, PG, slash, 226 words
“I take it that you enjoyed your stay on PJ6-787, Colonel?”
“Oh yeah. Beaches for miles, Doc. If Daniel and I had to be stranded off-world for a week, that was the best place we coulda had.”
Fraiser hung her stethoscope back around her neck and said, “Well, everything’s fine, other than that sunburn. That looks pretty nasty.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Your sun block didn’t help?”
“Uh, no. Not really.”
“While you were gone, Sam told me that ’787 has very strong sunlight, so it figures. We’re done here, so you’re free to go. Have a good weekend, Colonel.”
Jack hopped off the infirmary bed and headed for the exit, tossing a wave and a, “you, too” back at Fraiser. A couple of hallways and an elevator ride later, he strolled into Daniel’s office, where Daniel sat at his desk, staring intently at his computer. Daniel was just as sunburned as Jack, his face a nice, bright shade of red.
“Hey.”
Daniel looked up from his work. “Oh, hey.”
“You almost ready to get outta here?”
“Just finishing up my report. So, did Janet mention your sunburn?”
“Ah, yeah. Crap, this stings like hell. ”
“Yeah.” Daniel gave a quick glance to the door, and seeing that it was closed, he whispered, “Well, it’s what we get for using all the sun block as lube.”
Progress: 25/100 - a quarter of the way done, go me!
Prompt #17 - brown, PG, 246 words
And even though he’s been ordered to take it easy on his recently-healed leg, Daniel rushes into the ’gate room the moment the klaxons sound. By the time he hobbles in, he has to dodge infirmary staff as they hurry about, carrying mud-covered men out on stretchers. The ’gate room is more chaotic than he’s seen it in a long time, full of people, some standing, some injured, all of them covered in filth. He scans the room, looking for Jack, but it’s impossible to tell anyone apart when they’re all caked with oozing brown mess.
“Have you seen Colonel O’Neill?” he asks a passing airman. The guy shakes his head, and Daniel tries to tell himself that he’s not worried. He pushes through the crush of people and doesn’t care about the dirt he’s getting on himself.
“Daniel?” He turns, and Jack’s right there, just as filthy as everyone else and cradling his left arm close to his chest.
“Jack! Are you okay? What’s wrong with your arm? Did you get SG-9 out?”
“Whoa, hey, slow down. Yes, it’s just a graze, and yeah, we did; they’ll be okay.”
“You should get down to the infirmary then, c’mon.” He takes a hold of Jack’s good arm and steers him to the exit. They trail mud down the hall as they walk.
Jack points to the mud covering Daniel’s BDUs now, and says, “You’re a mess, you know.”
Daniel snorts. “You’re one to talk.”
Prompt #18 - black, PG, post Beneath the Surface, 314 words
As soon as Fraiser cleared him - for up and around the base, not home, damn it - Jack made his way to the locker room for a shower. It had been…well, he still wasn’t sure about the timeframe, not when his memory still wasn’t at one hundred percent, but he knew it’d been far too long since he’d been really clean. It had been impossible for anyone to stay even relatively clean in that place, trapped by false memories and the ‘honor to serve.’ There was ash left over from the fires to streak across cheeks and settle in hair and clothing and blankets. Grease from the machinery to paint hands dark. The filth and grit of living through an ice age. The kind of dirt that seeped through skin day after day to leave its black mark on bone.
When Jack got to the locker room, he wasn’t surprised to find Carlin - Daniel - there. As Jack went to sort through his locker, Daniel muttered, “hey,” and pulled his shirt over his head. Daniel was fresh from his own shower, skin scrubbed to pink, with no more dark dirt covering him. As he got ready, Jack looked at Daniel from the corner of his eye. He almost couldn’t tell they’d even been through anything, except for the fading bruises on his arms. Marks that had once been black and blue, dark as the soot that coated them. Marks Jack had put there during their fight. Jack looked away.
But Daniel noticed, could never leave stuff like that alone, and said, “Hey, it’s okay. It wasn’t you. Not really.”
“Yeah, I know.” Jack shut his locker and turned towards the showers. “See ya.”
He heard Daniel leave as he started the water. Jack leaned against the tiled wall, and let the water run over him. He watched it swirl down the drain, tinted with black.
Prompt #20 - colorless, PG, S6, slash, 188 words
He doesn’t see anymore, at least not in the physical sense, and not in any way that he’d be able to explain. He just…knows. Feels it. Feels the shape and form of things, their colors in his being. But he doesn’t see them.
Not that Daniel needs to see, really, what with the whole ascension thing. But he misses it, sometimes. It would be nice, real nice for when he visits Jack. The one thing from his old life that he’ll never be able to fully let go. Maybe it’s wrong of him, not the enlightened thing to do, but Daniel ‘watches’ Jack, whenever he can.
He follows Jack off-world, on base, at home; his one connection to what he left behind. He feels the texture and shape of Jack, like he does everything. But it’s not the same. Not the same thing as really seeing the warmth of Jack’s brown eyes when he smiles. Or the gray of his hair. Or his tanned skin covered in cooling sweat as they lay in bed together.
Sometimes Daniel thinks those are the things he misses the most.
Prompt #15 - blue, PG, slash, 164 words
When Jack dreams, he dreams in blue, always the same things. A cockpit and a clear sky rushing past, going way on into forever and yet close enough that it seems like he could reach out and touch it. His Class A’s, all propriety and pride. The first time he put them on, and the last time he’s taken them off. The shimmer of a wormhole event horizon, like water catching the sunlight from overhead.
And in the mornings, Daniel kisses him awake, wet and lazy against his throat, his shoulder, across the line of his jaw. A quick, chaste kiss at his lips, mindful of shared morning breath. Daniel pulls back, gets up off the bed and towards the bathroom. Looks back at the bed with smile and invitation in his eyes. “Shower?”
“Go ahead, I’ll be there in a second,” Jack answers. He stretches and yawns, and slides out of bed. He follows Daniel, and doesn’t think about the price for this.
Prompt #11 - red, PG, slash, 226 words
“I take it that you enjoyed your stay on PJ6-787, Colonel?”
“Oh yeah. Beaches for miles, Doc. If Daniel and I had to be stranded off-world for a week, that was the best place we coulda had.”
Fraiser hung her stethoscope back around her neck and said, “Well, everything’s fine, other than that sunburn. That looks pretty nasty.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Your sun block didn’t help?”
“Uh, no. Not really.”
“While you were gone, Sam told me that ’787 has very strong sunlight, so it figures. We’re done here, so you’re free to go. Have a good weekend, Colonel.”
Jack hopped off the infirmary bed and headed for the exit, tossing a wave and a, “you, too” back at Fraiser. A couple of hallways and an elevator ride later, he strolled into Daniel’s office, where Daniel sat at his desk, staring intently at his computer. Daniel was just as sunburned as Jack, his face a nice, bright shade of red.
“Hey.”
Daniel looked up from his work. “Oh, hey.”
“You almost ready to get outta here?”
“Just finishing up my report. So, did Janet mention your sunburn?”
“Ah, yeah. Crap, this stings like hell. ”
“Yeah.” Daniel gave a quick glance to the door, and seeing that it was closed, he whispered, “Well, it’s what we get for using all the sun block as lube.”