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starglyph.livejournal.com posting in sg_five_things Oct. 29th, 2007 09:50 am)Five times Daniel remembered he's a civilian.
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From the moment Jack arrived back on Abydos with a certain Doctor Captain, Daniel could see the spark between them. But beyond the Colonel's distaste for scientists, Jack would never endanger Sam's career by pursuing a relationship. At the time, Daniel was in love with Sha're & then searching for Sha're & then mourning Sha're. But at some point, he realized he was living like a monk. He & Sam had become really good friends, so he said to himself, "Hey, Jack may not be able to date Sam, but I could." On their next down time, he called her & asked casually if she wanted to catch a movie. They did, & they had dinner after, Dutch treat, of course. The next time, he invited her to a concert, for which he already had tickets. When he tried to pay for dinner the 3rd time, & Sam said, "Daniel, it's not like we're...oh, G*d, we..." He just smiled, & she let him pay. When he pulled up in front of her house, he got out & walked her to her door. He worked up the courage to lean in for a kiss.
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An opportunity to participate in a dig with an old acquaintance came up. Jack didn't want to let him go for a month, because Hammond would likely keep SG-1 on earth which meant Jack would be stuck doing paperwork – or with a temporary fourth. When Jack kept saying no, Daniel finally said, "You know, you can tell me what do off world..."
"Not that you ever listen to me anyway..."
Ignoring Jack, he said, "BUT, I'm not one of your military subordinates, & you CAN'T order me to stay here if I want to go. I can quit any time."
"Yeah, you said that about coffee, & we all know how well that worked out." But he didn't say anything when Daniel told the General later that he'd be gone for a month.
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Daniel looked around at those gathered. Suddenly, he realized, he was the only person in the room - other than the servers - who wore a suit vs. dress uniform. It hit him that, though he wore BDUs every day on base & could shoot a berretta with a modicum of accuracy was the most fit he had ever been in his life, & though his hair was the shortest it had been since he was born & all his best friends but one were USAF officers, he really *wasn't* a military person. And these people had been serving their country - serving HIM - & risking their lives a lot longer than he had been associated with the Stargate program, even back to Vietnam. And he felt overwhelmingly proud to be associated with them.
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"You can't come."
"Um...why not?"
Jack sighed in that way that always made it appear he had gas, but Daniel waited for an answer.
"You just can't, okay?"
"No, it's not okay. Why can't I come with you?"
"Daniel." (i.e., just take my word for it)
"Jack." (i.e., when have I *ever* just taken your word for it?)
The Colonel relented but only after receiving an equally puzzling look from Sam. Teal'c just gave him the eyebrow.
"It's a military-only thing, Daniel. I'm sorry, but that's...well, that's just how it is, this time."
"Oh." Daniel & Jack stared at each other until Daniel looked over at Sam, who was avoiding his gaze. "So even though I'm..."
"Yeah. I'm sorry. If it were up to me..." Jack clutched Daniel's shoulder.
"I understand."
"You do?" Jack sounded so hopeful.
"No, not really, but okay. I get it. No civilians."
Daniel walked away, his shoulders slumped and his head down. After all he had done... He felt just like he was twelve, & none of the other kids wanted him around - unless they wanted to cheat off him. Of course, back then he was just a pre-teen genius dwarfed by 200-pound linemen & over-6-foot-tall basketball jocks. But it felt the same. He wasn't in the "in" crowd yet again.
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Okay, technically she just kind of grabbed him, pushed him to the ground, twisted his arms all up behind his back and sat on him. Sam apologized profusely afterwards. Daniel doesn’t even remember why she did it – ok, he does: he was trying to go somewhere and do something. It probably involved trying to go talk to the formerly friendly natives who were at the moment chucking primitive and yet extremely explosive grenades at SG-1.
The path to the Gate turned into a scene resembling the Normandy Beach landing, and Daniel and Sam ended up separated from Jack and Teal’c, hiding behind the stone henges that surrounded the DHD.
It was one of those early missions that well and truly sucked, with an undetected Goa’uld and his Jaffa showing up to supplement those old-fashioned grenades.
The henges provided decent cover for a while, though it was still early enough that Daniel’s heart throbbed at every rock that shattered in the crossfire. And then he nearly took a face full of BANG and his vision filled with rock splinters flying everywhere. His ears rang and every time he blinked a solid white curtain covered his eyes. Apparently, he was standing dazedly out in the open and the only reason he didn’t get a secondary hit or a staff blast was Sam diving out of her shelter and pulling him down.
At which point Daniel decided that this was a horrible misunderstanding and that he had to go talk to the chiefs and get them to stop. He was also, Sam liked to point out after the fact, impressively concussed and yet still conscious, and completely deaf to the screams of his entire team to stay down and out of the way of the flying staff blasts.
Jack evidently gave Sam a direct order to “keep him down” – though it was all blaring silence to Daniel.
And she did – despite the gushing shoulder would and the shrapnel his close call had lodged in her back – she dropped her P-90, forced Daniel to the ground and made him stay there.
This is where Daniel’s memory stops, but he’s told that getting him through the gate required similar police-style restraint, such that when the team stumbled into the Gateroom, the SFs thought he’d been snaked.
Jack and Teal’c didn’t see the big deal. Sam, bless her heart, totally did. Or at least the more obvious deal. She apologized again and again, repeatedly offering him the excuse that he was too shell-shocked out of his mind to react normally. Which was why she had to take him down in the first place, of course, but it didn’t mean he had to buy it. Other than really poor decision making, temporary deafness, and a lunar eclipse singularly located behind his eyelids, Daniel hadn’t actually felt that different. And he remembered offering feeble resistance, which was why Sam locked his arms up.
Daniel was never an athlete. He took a general martial arts class in college as an easy credit and that was his only training til he showed up on SG-1. And he was an enlightened and educated man. There was absolutely no reason getting his ass whooped by a girl should sting this much.
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Teal’c, Jack, and Sam were all soldiers. They were all completely capable of physically overtaking Daniel and forcing him to cooperate. He’d always kind of known that about Teal’c – um, big Jaffa – and Jack – also big and also frequently impatient and grabby. But he’d never really cached it in terms of military versus civilian.
It made Daniel feel oddly vulnerable, and he recognized the dissonance of having that response to the realization that his team were well-trained members of the military who were able to protect him. It might have had something to do with years of anthropological theory about structural violence and the state apparatus rattling around in Daniel’s skull, but all it made Daniel do was hit the weight room a couple more times a week, take Teal’c up on the offer of hand-to-hand combat instructions, and no longer resist Jack’s efforts to teach him to shoot straight.
He knew he was still a civilian, but he felt like a slightly better civilian after taking those steps.
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Shortly after Shar’e’s death, a bunch of men in dark suits showed up at the SGC looking for Daniel. This was almost never a good thing, and he deliberately avoided them for a few hours. He was surprised when General Hammond called him into the briefing room and the Suits were there, waiting.
Hammond introduced the three men as lawyers from the Air Force JAG. He must have read the anxiety on Daniel’s face because he smiled, leaned closer, and said, “It’s just about renewing your contract and the non-disclosure clause.”
Daniel would have been more comfortable if he had stayed, but the General pointed him to a seat and then left the room.
The lawyers gave their names – all very lawyerly and none memorable.
“I already had this meeting,” Daniel said, as a pile of legal documents suddenly appeared before him. “A couple of years a go.”
The head suit nodded. “It came to our attention that your contract has become long term.”
“Yeah,” Daniel said, and then focused really hard on the papers before him so that they wouldn’t see the flush of hot tears against the back of his eyes.
“The contract is identical,” said the lawyer to his left, the one apparently charged with making sure he understood the thing. The other two just wanted it signed. “The only difference is it accounts for the change in duration and your new position.”
Daniel started to reach for the pen. He only vaguely remembered reading the first one he signed. It had been long and in legalese, and he’d been too excited to care what the fine print said. He picked up the pen and leaned the tip against his lips.
“I’m just going to read it,” he said.
And he did. A couple of times he had to ask for clarification. It was mostly just detailing his position and duties as a civilian ‘consultant’. The word almost made Daniel laugh. He wouldn’t call his daily activities ‘consulting’.
The non-disclosure clause at the end was slightly less amusing. Daniel read it twice and looked up in confusion.
“Leavenworth?” he said. “I’m a civilian. That’s a military prison.”
Head lawyer immediately rifled to that page. “The nature of your knowledge requires a military facility,” he said. “There are also other possible facilities: Edwards, Kirtland –”
“Whoa,” Daniel interrupted. “I’m not going to violate the non-disclosure clause, so you don’t have to tell me where I’m not going to go to prison.” He paused. “I’m not in the military. I’m a civilian,” he repeated.
The lawyers all nodded, but they clearly weren’t following his train of thought.
“I can’t be brought to a military court for anything else? The only reason the word prison is in here at all is for the non-disclosure clause,” he clarified.
“And if you violate the terms regarding terminating your relationship with this facility,” head lawyer said.
Daniel found the relevant section. “If I join the goa’uld?” He asked, tartly.
“If you join an organization that is an enemy of this facility, foreign or …” – an awkward pause, since this wasn’t exactly common language – “foreign or alien.”
“Was that in the original contract?” he asked. Daniel felt phenomenally stupid for having signed that thing without checking if he was selling himself to the military.
More nods.
“The original contract was less detailed,” said the head lawyer. “This one accounts for the fact that you are a long-term employee of this facility and have far more extensive knowledge.”
“So no extended recreational trips to Russia?” Daniel joked, knowing before it left his lips that they weren’t going to appreciate it.
He looked sideways at the briefing room door, movement catching his eye. A green shoulder was bobbing in the window. More bobbing, then Jack’s face appeared for a second. He moved out of view and a flash of blonde hair let Daniel know Sam was with there, too, waiting outside the door.
Daniel wondered if they thought he wasn’t going to sign it.
“Leavenworth,” Daniel muttered to himself, picking up the pen and reaching for the contract. “At least I don’t have to cut my hair.”
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The thoughts initially came to him when he was imagining his funeral. Which was something that crossed Daniel’s mind more than once, as one might guess, over the years. One time happened to be when Chaka was dragging him around by his wrists and his death seemed imminent. Again, not that unusual, but somewhat unique in that he had a pretty long time to think about what would happen after SG-1 found his charred and gnawed bones.
Closed casket, obviously.
He had, at that point, attended an unfortunate number of military funerals. And that was the first thing that popped into his head. It took him a few minutes to realize that while most of the attendees at his funeral would be in dress blues, his remains would still be a civilian consultant. He couldn’t be buried in a military cemetery next to other SGC causalities. And as much as he really, really didn’t want to die, that thought kind of hurt.
He lay on the cold cave floor, listening to the snuffling breathing of his captor. Chaka snored. Slowly, Daniel removed his tape recorder and held it up to his lips. Then, so softly he wasn’t sure the machine could even pick up his voice, he whispered his posthumous instructions into it.
Daniel didn’t want a funeral. He told them to have a memorial service at the SGC and a wake afterwards at bar downtown.
“And I want it to be happy,” Daniel said, a little louder than intended. Chaka stirred. Daniel froze, holding the recorder against his neck. After a few seconds of silence, the Unas settled back. “Happy,” he repeated, softer. “Because you’re going to kick the Goa’ulds’ ass and I want some righteous vengeance in my name.”
That sounded kind of dumb, and Daniel thought it was doubly stupid that he was going to die on a planet full of Goa’uld but was definitely going to be killed by the creature beside him. But vengeance and ass-kicking were concepts that would resonate with Jack, Sam, and Teal’c, and were far better than anything maudlin. Daniel wasn’t feeling very poetic; his wrists hurt, his ass was freezing, and he was talking about dying into a tape recorder.
“If there’s anything…uh…left…of me, of my remains,” Daniel continued. “I want it donated to an anthropology program at a university. Unless there’s something classified about my body, of course, like a snake in my skull or something. There’s not, presently, but you never know. But I’m serious; that’s what I want done with my remains.”
He almost started talking about how butchery marks would be okay, because baffling some young anthropologists with alien dentition sounded kind of fun. But he figured that would be the last thing SG-1 wanted to hear, so he kept it to himself. Chaka started moving again and Daniel decided he’d said enough. “Bye, guys,” he said, clicking off the machine.
Daniel didn’t die there, of course. SG-1 did find the tape, but if they listened to that part, no one ever felt the need to talk to him about it. He put his wishes in writing shortly after he got home. Even without the threat of death, it still sounded good to him. Well, not the dying part, but going back to anthropology in that way.
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Most often this manifested in the field. And it usually pissed Jack off, because it involved Daniel doing a lot of arguing and direct-order-disobeying. Which he could do with impunity, because he was a civilian. As angry as it made Jack, Daniel also considered it to be one of his most valuable contributions to the team. He never verbalized this, though, since it would only make Jack and then probably Hammond mad.
But, it was true. As comfortable as Daniel had become in the BDU’s, as skilled he was with weapons and combat now, and as proud as he was of the SGC and all its undertakings, he tried very hard to maintain enough self-awareness to speak up with he was ordered to do something the military thought was right and he knew was wrong.
Less frequently, this happened at home. Daniel basically lived at the SGC, particularly at the height of the war with the Goa’uld – the height somehow lasting essentially his entire time at the SGC before the Ori showed up. And it was a lot harder to be the voice of reason and ethics at home, when military procedures and their enforcers were everywhere.
And it was a lot more frustrating, because Daniel really, genuinely couldn’t do anything about it.
He found out that an airman who’d once carried him through the gate on a gurney had been dishonorably discharged for homosexuality. And it made him furious. Sam and Jack were both blank slates to his anger. Teal’c might have understood, but it required a really long conversation that explained human sexuality, American culture, military law, and politics. Feeling mean, Daniel told Teal’c to ask Jack.
After that, Daniel hopped in his car and drove to the airman’s house. He parked in front and was walking to the door before his brain had fully formulated what he was going to say.
Former airman Rodriquez answered the door on the first knock, looking unfamiliar in jeans and a sweatshirt. Daniel had never seen him out of uniform.
“Dr. Jackson?” Rodriquez said. He looked confused.
“Hi,” Daniel said. “I’m sorry.”
Rodriquez blinked at him.
“The SGC is going to miss you,” Daniel said. It sounded totally inadequate.
“Thanks,” Rodriquez said, slowly. The confusion stayed, and Daniel realized that showing up on the doorstep with righteous anger for a colleague who really was barely an acquaintance might seem at best weird and at worse a highly inappropriate pass.
He stayed long enough to meet Rodriquez’s partner and make small talk about the men’s future plans. Daniel never did something like that again, figuring out his reaction was one that really made no sense in a military world. Instead, whenever militarily-sanctioned homophobia appeared at the SGC, he made bitingly sarcastic comments and he didn’t care how many officers were in the room. Because he was a civilian and he could do that.
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Initially, he didn’t tell anyone because he didn’t want anyone to know. And since Vala was involved, that lasted approximately two days. Then, he didn’t have to tell anyone because Vala had already done it for him.
Daniel still managed to avoid having an official conversation about it with anyone for a good while. He was really proud of himself for that, until he noticed Mitchell watching them with annoyance. Daniel stood up so fast Vala fell off of his lap and on to the floor with an outraged cry.
“OW!” she screamed from the floor.
Daniel hadn’t thought they were being inappropriate, but he could also admit that he tended to get a bit distracted and make poorer decisions where Vala was concerned. A lot.
Sometime later, Daniel ended up alone with Mitchell in the locker room after a mission. Well, actually Daniel sat on the bench and waited for Mitchell to be done, even though the humidity in the room made his clothes sticky and completely defeated the toweling he’d just done.
“You still here, Jackson?” Mitchell said, coming out into the dressing area, towel around his waist.
“Yeah,” Daniel said. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you.”
“Speak,” said Mitchell, heading to his locker.
“Um, it’s about Vala.”
Mitchell turned his head and looked over his shoulder. “What did she do?”
“What? Nothing. Well, nothing that I’ve found out about recently, “ Daniel amended. “She’s been slightly better about that, or become better at hiding it.”
Chuckling, Mitchell turned back around and started rifling around inside his locker.
“It was more about Vala and me,” Daniel said. “About us.” He paused, not yet having phrased it that way. He was glad Vala wasn’t here to seize upon it and make the weirdness worse.
He noticed Mitchell had stopped moving. Daniel had been right; Mitchell didn’t like it.
“I was wondering how you felt about it,” Daniel finished.
“Okay.” Mitchell started toweling his hair. “You have my blessing. If you want it, I guess.”
“Really?” Not what Daniel had expected.
“Yeah.” Mitchell looked at him oddly. “What did you expect? Did you think I was jealous? I’ve had an invitation, Jackson. And no offense, I think the last one was this morning.”
“I was there,” Daniel reminded him.
“Right.”
“You looked like you had a problem,” Daniel persisted. “This is hard enough as it is, I don’t need a surprise attack later.”
“Attack?” Mitchell had his shirt half over his head. “What?”
“Technically,” Daniel said, “You’re the CO. Are you okay with…”
“Fraternization,” Mitchell interrupted, yanking his shirt down. “That’s what it would be called if either of you were in the military.”
Daniel paused. “Oh,” he finally said, dumbly.
“As is, you’re just two civilians – okay a civilian and an alien – doing something that is totally none of my business and I really don’t want to see or hear. Especially hear, Jackson. Tents are not remotely soundproof.”
“Oh,” Daniel said again. “Sorry.” He found an interesting spot on the floor to stare at.
“Anyways.” Mitchell’s belt jangled as he pulled on his jeans. “I probably wouldn’t mind even if you were. Rules against fraternization are mostly designed to reduce conflict.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not sure it’s possible for you and Vala to fight more, so I really don’t see a problem if you break up.”
“Hmmph,” Daniel said, unwilling to deny that but still annoyed it had been said.
“Also, you won me 50 bucks in the pool,” Mitchell continued, putting on his shoes.
Daniel grunted again, now no longer remotely concerned and kind of irritated.
“Forgive me for being concerned about team cohesion,” he muttered.
“I’d rather forgive you for making me think I was being propositioned for a threesome. Don’t corner a man in the locker room and talk like that, Jackson.”
Daniel’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
“That sounds like an excellent idea!” Vala announced, suddenly appearing in the locker room doorway. She strolled up to them and leaned into Daniel.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
Daniel was still flabbergasted. “He’s fine,” he said.
Vala grinned. “He certainly is.” She swung both arms out, catching them each around the shoulders and pulling them inwards. “Threesome?”
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Hee, and Vala! What girl wouldn't pounce on a pretty possibility like that? :-D
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Four times Daniel remembered he's a civilian and one time Jack reminded him. Pt. 1
2. By the time General Bauer took over the SGC, Daniel was almost startled by the way the general sneered out the word 'civilian'. Several of the newer military members of the SGC had seemed equally startled by the idea that Daniel was a civilian. While he could almost agree that an archeologist wasn't required for a front line team, a linguist certainly was. He considered trying to argue with the man one more time, but was afraid he'd be too tempted to put some of his civilian combat training to good use in the process. Instead he headed for the range to blow the hell out of some paper targets.
He had company.
Lots of company.
3. In the first days after coming to the SGC from Vis Uban, Daniel tried to fit into the overtly military SGC only to find it wasn't working. The image of a square piece of wood endlessly failing to fit into a round space came to him more than once. Some things, like weapons training and self-defense, felt right. Briefings seemed to hold echoes from his entire life. He just couldn't quite figure out how he fit into this world that everyone told him was his. The stratification confused him. Seeing a youngster of 25 being saluted by a man old enough to be his father (sometimes old enough to be Daniel's father) felt very, very wrong. He wanted to ask about it, but after having almost every question rebuffed with the injunction that he had to remember on his own, he let it slide. There were things that were worth pushing for, but this, Daniel felt, wasn't one of them.
One evening he stood in front of the mirror in his room and tried to mimic the salute he'd seen earlier in the day. Nothing about it felt right or natural. So many things he knew almost instinctively how to do, like using the plumbing or the eating utensils or putting on the clothing that seemed familiar on sight. Somehow, Daniel realized this wasn't something he'd done before and that's when another memory slotted into place.
"The military does that... and I'm not military." His face heated a little as he put his hand down and thanked whatever gods may be that the camera in his room was left off line.
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"That was exciting." Jack's flippant words were at odds with his concerned expression. Daniel merely shook his head as he wiped his bloody hand on his pant leg and tried not to think about the past five minutes.
"The local population of PX4-039 will not be amenable to a mining agreement, O'Neill." Teal'c's voice was calm and Daniel wondered for the thousandth time how he managed that. Daniel's heart was pounding and he couldn't believe his hands weren't shaking.
"Ya think, T?"
"Indeed."
"Jack, how's Sam? She was hurt pretty badly when things went south." Daniel glanced at the rest of the gate room as he headed down the ramp, but didn't see Sam. He finally took a moment to look at the other general, who seemed to be getting more and more pissed off as they stood there. Oh. Right. Jack had told him the Pentagon was sending some "stuffed shirt", Jack's description, to discuss budgets or personnel or how many rolls of toilet paper the SGC used per month.
"Oh, you know Carter, she wanted to wait to see you two, but passed out during your grand entrance. Doc says it doesn't look too bad." Daniel sighed in relief and felt the tension flow out of him leaving exhaustion in its wake but he stood straight, not wanting to embarrass Jack in front of his visitor, no matter how much Jack disliked the man. Honestly, he didn't want to embarrass himself, but he'd use Jack as his excuse for now. "Go on, get to the infirmary. Shower. Have lunch. We'll debrief at 14:00. I'll bring pie."
Daniel shot a quick grin to his friend and waved tiredly as he trudged after Teal'c on his way to the infirmary.
"Doctor Jackson?" Daniel stopped, took a deep breath and turned to the as yet unnamed general. "As I understand it, your position on SG-1 is to communicate with the natives and open diplomatic relations between them and the SGC."
"Among other things." Daniel stood there feeling the blood he'd failed to wipe off his skin drying.
"Daniel brings many talents to the SGC." Again, Jack's voice was at odds with his expression. Anyone who knew him well would see the coldness creeping into his face.
"From what I've heard, and just seen, there are plenty of military personnel who could do what he does just as well." The man looked Daniel up and down with a faint air of distaste. "Perhaps better, given that it's difficult to discuss trade agreements when you're killing people instead of talking to them."
"Hey! That's enough, Berger." Jack's back was up but so was Daniel's.
"You're right." General Berger looked surprised at that. "But it's almost impossible to talk to the next potential trading partners if you're dead." Daniel forged on, anticipating Berger's response. "Yes, I said "almost". Perhaps if you read about what went on here instead of listening to rumors, you'd understand." Daniel returned Berger's once over and then spoke to his friend. "I'll see you at the debriefing, Jack.
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"Indeed." They headed to the elevator, getting the usual curious glances at their blood soaked uniforms.
Daniel shook his head. "I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't."
"Do not concern yourself with General Berger's comments. You are a formidable warrior and a great asset to your people." Teal'c stepped aside as several people exited the elevator.
Daniel sighed as they entered after the car emptied. "I think that's the problem, Teal'c. I finally met someone from the Pentagon who doesn't think I'm civilian enough." Silence was Teal'c's only response and Daniel jabbed the button for the infirmary's level a little harder than necessary. He didn't feel much like a civilian on days like this. He closed his eyes and leaned wearily against the wall of the car. It was never enough.
5. Daniel lay on his side with his flushed cheek on Jack's sweaty back. His arms wrapped protectively around his lover, one thumb lazily stroking Jack's chest as he drifted, warm and boneless and sated. Their legs were tangled together and if he never moved again, that would be just fine. The body in his arms shifted and began to turn to face him.
"Scoot up here, Daniel." Daniel smiled as he found his face against Jack's chest.
"You come down here." He felt Jack's chuckle and knew his lover was as relaxed as he was and there was no way he could drag him where Daniel didn't want to go.
"But the pillow's up here." Daniel groaned and tipped his head back to see the pout on Jack's face.
"Why do Ihave to do all the work?" His complaint didn't carry much weight as he half wiggled, half crawled up to meet Jack on the lone pillow at the head of the bed. No telling where the others had gotten to.
"Because you're so damned good at it." Jack's smile was as lazy as the kiss they shared. The lovers settled back into each others' arms, nuzzling and dozing and soaking up the peace of simply being alone together. Whispers for the other's ears only passed between them; lover's words meant only for the depth of night, accompanying touches meant only for fleeting, stolen moments.
"You scared me, Daniel. I wish you'd stop doing that." Jack ran his hand through Daniel's hair, now back to its familiar brown with only the odd, ordinary silver hair peaking through.
"I know." Daniel kissed Jack's eyes and pulled him closer. "How much trouble am I going to have from the IOA after this?"
Jack sighed and rolled to his back, pulling Daniel's head down to lay against his shoulder. "You certainly put the fear of god into Woolsey, but Hank and I played the 'alien possession' card and they seemed to buy it. I think they're too scared not to. They don't want to think about it any more than they have to." They lay together watching the blinds lighten with the dawn.
"Adria ascended, Jack. Even if we killed the Ori, she's still out there." All the peace Daniel had felt in Jack's arms faded to be replaced by his ever present guilt regarding Adria. "I should have killed her back when I had the chance."
"Coulda, woulda, shoulda, Daniel. Don't go there." Jack rolled back to his side and held Daniel close, nuzzling his face and probably leaving whisker burn. "You were in enemy territory, faced with overwhelming odds and you got yourself and Vala out with necessary intel. Things happen, decisions are made and no one can afford to second guess too much."
"The military second guesses all the time, Jack. That's why our briefings are recorded and reviewed."
"Daniel. In case you've forgotten, you're a civilian." Daniel smiled a little and kissed Jack deeply before he could continue that train of thought.
"Actually," he petted Jack's back as he spoke, "I do forget that from time to time."
"Trust me. I never do." Jack's hands strayed over Daniel's body and once again, Daniel wished he'd met his lover twenty years ago when they wouldn't have had to wait a few more hours before having sex again. "But let's talk about more pleasant things than our jobs for now."
tbc
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I think I have a thing for Daniel kissing Jack's eyes. Yep, just checked, I really do. ;-)
Nice work. :-)
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"We still haven't decided where we're going to live when we both retire." Jack put his hand over Daniel's mouth. "And don't say Atlantis. That's not retirement."
Daniel smiled under his lover's hand and then pulled it away from his mouth. "I wasn't going to say that, but since what I had been going to say was insufferably sappy, I'm glad you stopped me."
"Not that again. I thought we'd agreed to never say that again." Jack tried, and failed, to look suitably disgusted.
"Hey, you said it first!" Daniel tried not to smile, but he was about as successful as Jack had been in controlling his expression. "I just happened to agree with it."
"Don't remind me. Just because something's true, doesn't mean we have to dwell." Jack closed his eyes with a sigh and caressed Daniel's hip and thigh. Daniel closed his own eyes and let Jack's even breathing and slowing caresses lull him back to sleep. He drifted happily into dreams knowing that it didn't matter where they retired as long as they were civilians together… no matter how sappy it sounded out loud.
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Big happy sigh for #5.
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I love lists when they turn into fics, complete with happy endings. :)
(I'm so glad you finally took the plunge!)
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Well, and Sid.
And Paian.
And... and... and... :-):-)
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I loved 4 & 5. I just feel Daniel's frustration and exhaustion in 4. And 5 is just squishy-good. *le sigh* I love happy endings. :)
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Well, not my first fic, but my first 5 things. ;-) I've been resisting because I know me. ;-) I can resist anything but temptation. ;-)
Which is why I've already done one each for three of the latest prompts, but none as long as this one. ;-) I'm nothing if not obsessive. :-)
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Will get this read tonight I do believe, but had to just stick my tongue out at ya! :-P
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Okay, that's as coherent as the fb is gonna get, sorry. :-)
I hope you'll be hanging around the sandbox for a while!
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I've played with three of the latest, but nothing quite this long or involved. :-) At least one of them only took a single entry. :-) I don't remember about the other two... I've slept since then. :-)