sg_five_things | Prompt 48.03

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Prompt 48.03

Four times (not including alien influence) Jack and Daniel almost came to blows, and one time they did.

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"why won't you just tell me what you were talking about?" jack asked as he & daniel walked down the corridor with teal'c. it was the fifth time he asked since the time loop ended. daniel sighed. "it wasn't really that important." "i've been stuck in a time loop for God knows how long, humor me!" "jack, if you'd been paying attention before the loop got started you'd know what i was talking about."daniel said. jack clenched his fist and stepped towards daniel. teal'c lightly touched his arm. "i believe general hammond wished to see you colonel." he said. jack sighed loudly and walked away.

"you moved it! i can't believe you moved it!" daniel was yelling. "it's a device that could defeat the goa'uld that we've spent a month looking for on this godforsaken planet!" jack yelled back. "and you didn't even have the decency to take pictures of the other artifacts or even remember exactly where you found thefreakin' thing!" daniel took off his boonie and threw it on the ground. he was tired of the military attitude that he kept running into during his two years with the sgc. sometimes there didn't seem to be any respect for what he was trying to do or even any for daniel himself. jack opened his mouth to say more. "jack, i swear if you say one more word i'll hit you right in the mouth." daniel told him and walked away.

"you're not going!" jack told daniel emphatically. "these people are going to destroy themselves!" daniel said, putting on his jacket and looking around the small cottage for his vest. "like with the kelownans?" jack asked. "yes, exactly." daniel said. "you can't save everyone daniel!" jack said, exasperated. "in this case i can try." daniel said quietly. "no! absolutly not! you just got back from being ascended. first you "died," then jonas joined the team, then you came back & he left. do you have any idea how much paperwork i had to fill out? not to mention the questions i had to answer when you "died."i'm not doing that again!" jack told him. daniel ignored him and started to leave. "sit down and stay there! or i'll knock you down and believe me if i do, you'll stay down for a long time daniel." jack informed him. daniel sat down without another word.

jack got a call about midnight from the bartender O'Malley's, daniel was there drinking & he was in no condition to drive home. jack arrived to find daniel trying to get his keys from the bartender. "i'm not as think as you drunk i am" daniel informed her. she rolled her eyes and gave jack the keys. "come on, spackmonkey. time to go home." jack informed his friend. daniel frowned. "i don't like tha' nicnom" he slurred. jack steered daniel out to the parking lot. "ssshe lovesss 'ou. sssshe won't look at-at me." daniel said and burped. "who?" jack asked. "you know who!" daniel said. jack sighed & said; "i don't know, if you don't tell me." "i'll fi-height 'ou fer 'er!" daniel said and took a swing at jack, who ducked, catching daniel as he stumbled. then he threw up, just missing jack's shoes. "ugh!" daniel said and spit a couple of times. jack hoped he wouldn't remember this in the morning.

daniel shifted in his sleeping bag, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. they were near the ruins of a large village on a world that resembled northerncalifornia 6 months after the sgc was formed. daniel hadn't made much headway with the translations on the obelisks he found, so jack decided they'd stay for a few days. teal'c and jack had gone to the gate to request that camping gear be sent through. when everything was unpacked, they found that one of the four tents had a hole that the repair kit couldn't cover & no one felt like hiking the 5 miles back to the gate to ask for another, sodaniel & jack ended up sharing a tent.
daniel couldn't figure out why he wasn't falling asleep, he certainly was tired enough after digging and trying to translate all day. it was as if there was an old-fashion radio being tuned somewhere in his head.daniel heard jack get up and go out. "jack?" he expected him to say that he heard something or he had to use the latrine, but jack said nothing. that raised red flags withdaniel and without bothering to put on his glasses, he quickly shook out his boots, put them on and followed jack outside. "jack?" he whispered. "charlie?" jack said.daniel followed his gaze to the ruins where a glowing figure could be seen. jack started to walk towards it and daniel got in front of him. his eyes had a glazed look and daniel put his hands on his shoulders. "jack! whoever it is, whatever it is, it's not your son!" jack continued to walk forward despitedaniel's efforts to push him back. damn, he's strong. daniel thought. "jack, snap out of it! Goddamn it!" before he realized it, daniel made a fist, hauled off and hit him square on the jaw. jack fell flat on his back. after a moment he sat up, holding his jaw. "daniel! what the hell are you doing?!" he demanded to know, then looked to the ruins. daniel looked too. the glowing figure was gone. "get the others, pack everything. we're leaving now." jack said.

1. The first time happened while Daniel was still living at Jack's after his return from Abydos. Jack could see Daniel slowly unraveling as the days dragged on and it became horrifically obvious that the universe was a far vaster haystack than anyone could truly comprehend and humans made for very small needles. Oh, Daniel did his job and did it well, but stress was taking its toll. He wasn't eating, sleeping even less and living on caffeine and adrenaline. The worst was the haunted look that crept into his eyes when Daniel didn't think anyone was watching. Jack had seen men break with less provocation and he owed Daniel too much to let it happen to him. So, Jack did what he did best.

Daniel's mind was spending huge amounts of energy winding itself into knots, so Jack redirected it, like manipulating the flaps on a plane. A little push here and a prod there and with the flick of the tv remote, Daniel was in Jack's face cursing him until the worst of his anger and pain burned itself out. Jack had actually flinched a couple of times, sure it was going to get physical, but Daniel never touched him, at least not until Jack had to catch him when Daniel's knees gave out when the adrenaline crash caught up with him. They settled side by side on the coffee table while Daniel pulled himself together. When Jack handed him the remote control Daniel stared at it like it was one of his artifacts. When a smile started tugging at the corner of Daniel's mouth, Jack grew hopeful and when the first chuckle emerged, he knew he'd done it. Oh, the problem wasn't resolved, but enough pressure had been released to forestall an explosion. The night would bring more laughter, as well as its share of tears, but it was a start.

2. It had been a stupid argument. The kind of argument that, in a marriage, could end in wild make up sex or blood spattered on the ceiling in every room in the house. As usual, the underlying issues merely fueled the anger without ever making it into the words. Jack accused Daniel of having his head up his ass and not ever grasping that the point of the project was to keep everyone on Earth from being killed. Daniel accused Jack of being straitjacketed into the rigid military mindset and unable to see that there might be other, better options, but those options were worthless if the SGC kills everyone they came in contact with.

It went downhill from there.

Unspoken was the pain and helplessness they both felt for the lost members of SG-7 and the decimated village on PX2-339. Jack couldn't shake the look in Olsen's eyes as he died in Jack's arms and Daniel still heard the screams of the children trapped in that burning hut.

Their bitter argument lasted throughout the night and sparked whenever they met in the halls in the SGC. Neither considered going home, both realizing it was better to be together, fighting each other, than alone fighting their respective nightmares.

The following morning, the general found them sitting quietly at a table in the mess hall. He'd been dreading what he'd find this morning (he hadn't gone home, either) but since there were no visible bruises or apparent broken bones, he just ignored them and went back to his office to finish writing the letters to the families of the dead.

3. They'd argued for real enough by this time that when they needed an argument on P3Y-830, it was easy, more or less. Daniel was, naturally, the first to realize that the aggressive attitudes they'd been encountering since entering the village didn't mean what they seemed. His teammates had closed ranks against what they thought were dangerous people... which was absolutely the wrong thing to do, and could have been a self-fulfilling prophesy. The more SG-1 worked in silent accord, the more real the anger underlying the words and actions of the locals became.

"Jack?" Daniel tried to think of a way to let his team leader in on what was going on.

"Daniel? Maybe we should leave the nice angry people alone before we become the main course." Jack had his weapon still pointed down, but Daniel could tell his trigger finger was getting itchy.

"Jack! Why do you automatically assume they're cannibals? You *always* do that!" Daniel turned his back to the apparent leader of the village and tried to signal to Jack with his facial expression. He was very glad he was the only one with a video camera and that it was still in his pack. He figured he looked like an idiot, but if Jack got the message that something was up, it would be worth it. Maybe.

"Um, Daniel? You feeling okay?" Jack glanced back and forth between Daniel's facial gymnastics and the angry sounding locals holding many long pointy weapons.

"Oh, right! Now it's *my* fault?" Daniel was starting to worry that he'd never get through to Jack. It had taken until they'd gotten into the village for all the pieces to fall into place and for him to recognize the social cues for what they were. SG-1 had to get it right and get it right now or risk being seen as dangerous and untrustworthy.

"Carter, when we get back, remind me to have the doc check and see if Daniel's had all his shots." Daniel felt himself blinking reflexively then had to catch himself to keep from grinning. Jack got it.

And so they argued. They covered college football (waste of academic money or financial boon); the designated hitter rule in baseball (that didn't last as both of them thought it stupid); Romantic composers (they left that one quickly since their ongoing Verdi vs. Sibelius debate often came to blows at the best of times); spaghetti sauce (sweet vs. spicy). As they were starting to wind up for the climax to the ever-popular car vs. truck debate, the locals finally relaxed, lowered their weapons and started clapping the members of SG-1 on the back and laughing happily to have met such fine new friends.

During a break in the festivities that followed (nice, if weird, people, great food, no naquadah), Daniel explained that some cultures judge relationships not by how polite people are to each other, but by how hard they argue. The idea being that only people who truly love and trust each other can open up to each other enough to argue without killing each other. Standard SGC diplomatic first contact behavior, on the other hand, would come across as deceitful and untrustworthy. For if members of a team don't trust each other enough to fight openly, how can a stranger trust them?

Daniel stormed into Jack's office and slammed the door shut behind him. He planted his hands on Jack's desk and leaned into the other man's space.

"What the *hell* was that all about?" Daniel felt like he might burst into flame at any moment. This is what a volcano feels like before it erupts. At the thought, he slammed one hand down on the desk and stood up straight to tower over his seated friend. These days, he outweighed Jack and while Jack could still beat him in hand to hand, the day was coming when Daniel's experience and greater bulk would meet Jack's aging joints and slighter frame and come out the winner. Daniel tried not to think about the little rush he got from knowing he could easily be physically intimidating these days. He didn't care for what it said about who he'd become.

"Why Daniel, I never would have expected you come see me." Jack sat, too still, in his chair; a frigid glacier facing off against Daniel's blazing inferno.

"Cut the *crap*, Jack!" Daniel braced himself on the desk again and leaned into Jack's space. "We left those people to *die* out there! They have no weapons, no experience and we just *left*." He kept his hands flat against the cool wood because he wasn't sure he could keep from punching Jack if his hands weren't otherwise occupied.

"What would you have us do, Daniel? Set up a base on PX9-301?" Jack leaned forward, taking back some of the territory Daniel had invaded.

"We have to do *something*!" Daniel glared at Jack, not giving an inch. The ships that arrived and began to strafe the population weren't any design SGC personnel were familiar with. The locals were agrarian and had barely been able to accept SG-1's arrival through the gate. As far as he was concerned, it was up to them to help.

"Oh, I know," Jack held up a finger when Daniel looked like he was going to interrupt. "We could pattern it after Iraq because *that's* worked so well. How does that sound? Halliburton probably has some mercenaries they haven't committed. We could sub-contract."

"What are you *talking* about?" Daniel glared at Jack over the desk as the other man finally stood up.

"Oh, that's right. We *already* have civilian contractors," Jack poked Daniel in the chest, just a touch harder than necessary, "out there fighting our battles, don't we, Daniel."

Daniel *felt* the blood rush from his face. Jack stepped around the end of his desk and crowded into Daniel's personal space.

"Do you hear yourself, Daniel?" Jack's quiet tone was more chilling than his shout; his eyes dark and hard and dangerous. "You want to give them weapons? You want to fight them? Who are you wanting to kill? What do they look like? What do they call themselves, Daniel? What *language* do they speak?"

Each question was delivered with laser-like precision and each one cut him and cauterized the wounds leaving searing pain their wake. When he'd challenged Jack, he'd been so sure he was right and now, now as the implications of Jack's comments sank in, Daniel closed his eyes and concentrated on getting his still roiling emotions under control. The added embarrassment was a small distraction. Bit by bit he started tracing the source of what he'd been thinking and feeling; trying to come to terms with how he got to the point that brought him to rail at Jack demanding military action for a doomed battle.

Daniel opened his eyes at the light touch on his chin. "Daniel?" No longer cold and forbidding, Jack looked more tired and sad than anything else. "Look at you." Daniel suppressed a flinch at the memory Jack's words evoked. That dark storeroom featured in too many of Daniel's nightmares. "When did you become me?"

Daniel's fist connected solidly with Jack's chin. He was too angry and hurt for the pain in his hand to register.

"Son of a *bitch*!" Daniel stood amid the packed, and half-packed boxes in Jack's living room glaring down at his friend who lay sprawled on the floor. "When were you planning on telling me?" He wished Jack would get up because he really wanted to hit him again. "Gonna wait until the next time a wormhole opened to Atlantis and send me an email? Or maybe just let me drive over here when I got back and find the locks changed and someone else living in your house? If I hadn't seen that memo today while I was packing, I still wouldn't know." Daniel paused to catch his breath before continuing. "Get up!"

"I don't think so, Daniel." Jack rubbed his chin and worked his jaw from side to side as if testing to make sure it wasn't broken.

"Why the hell not?" He couldn't believe Jack would do this to him. The little voice in the back of his mind piped up and suggested he follow through on that thought, but Daniel was too pissed to listen to reason, even when it was coming from him.

"Because you'll hit me again and I gotta tell you, Daniel, you've got a hell of a right cross. I think I'm safer down here for the moment." It finally registered that Jack was far too calm in this situation. The pain receptors in his hand took that moment to make themselves known and as Daniel flexed his fingers he tried to calm down. Now that the initial rush of emotion was over, Daniel felt himself flush with embarrassment.

"Um, no. No, I won't." He held out his left hand to Jack, to help him up. Jack hesitated, then took it, standing with a stifled grunt. "I wanted to, but I got over it."

Jack waved him over to the sofa and headed on to the kitchen. "Glad to hear it."

"It could have been worse, Jack." Daniel sat and tried to hang onto the moment of calm. He was still hurt that Jack was apparently leaving without having said anything to him, but at least he wasn't planning on decking him again any time soon.

"And how could it have been worse." Jack came back into the living room and handed Daniel an open beer before settling onto the sofa with his.

"I could have shot you."

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you."

"Hadn't planned to, no." Jack offered his beer and Daniel tapped it lightly with his own, a silent toast to their shared past.

"It was supposed to be a surprise." Jack looked around the room and Daniel could almost see him mentally organizing stuff into boxes.

"What do you mean 'supposed to'. It is a surprise, Jack. Just not a particularly nice one." Daniel began picking at the label on his beer bottle.

"That's not what I meant." Jack sighed and ran his hand roughly through his hair. "I'm not very good at this stuff." Daniel refrained from reminding him of the last time Jack had said something along those lines, but it didn't keep it from echoing painfully through his mind.

"And it looks like I'm still screwing it up." Jack scooted over to sit closer to Daniel. He set his own beer in one of the few clear spots on the coffee table before taking Daniel's and setting it next to it.

"Look, the timing got all screwed up. You were supposed to already be in Atlantis before this went through and I'd've already gotten us settled in D.C. by the time you got back. But Hammond's doctor insisted he retire earlier and the Daedalus was delayed..." Jack shrugged.

Daniel's head was spinning. He wasn't really sure he'd gotten everything Jack had said. He was still trying to work through the "gotten us settled" portion.

"So, you're not *leaving* without telling me, you're just leaving without telling me." Daniel reviewed what he'd said and decided it was as clear as it was going to get.

"Right!" Jack smiled in relief. "So, we good?" Daniel held up one finger and continued ordering his thoughts before replying.

"First, I need you to go back to the 'us in D.C.' bit. Did you mean what it sounds like you mean?"

"We'd talked about getting a place together once I retired and I figure the Homeworld Security job is probably going to be my last on active duty, and your stuff is all in storage since you sold your house, so why not just take it with me and I'd get us a place big enough for both of us."

Daniel leaned over and kissed Jack lightly where he'd hit him. "I'm sorry I hit you." Daniel generally prided himself on being even-tempered and level-headed, but when his temper did get the best of him, he went at it like he went at everything else in life; he put his all into it. Jack brought Daniel's bruised hand to his lips and returned the kiss.

"I'm sorry I screwed up the logistics of all this. I'd planned on telling you myself if things went FUBAR. The last thing I wanted was for you to find out from a memo. Walter was supposed to keep that from happening."

"Walter's on leave."

"Damn. The planet's doomed."

Daniel chuckled and leaned back against the sofa, suddenly worn out. He could run on intellect for weeks at a time, but emotional storms wore him out.

"So, when will the movers be here?" Daniel reached over and took Jack's hand, lacing their fingers together.

"Day after tomorrow."

"Damn."

"Yeah, it sucks."

"Sounds like we should make the most of the next couple of days then, doesn't it?" Daniel raised their joined hands and gently sucked one of Jack's fingers into his mouth.

"Why, yes, I think that's an excellent idea, Daniel. Though, I'm afraid my jaw hurts too much for it to be of much use." Daniel laughed at Jack's overly dramatic sigh as he stood up and tugged his lover up next to him.

"C'mon Jack, you're not fooling anyone. You'll use any excuse to be able to just lay there and have me do all the work." Daniel wrapped his arm around Jack's waist and pulled him down the hallway to the bedroom.

"It's just because you give such good back rubs."

"Right. Back rubs. I believe you, really, I do. Wonder if Teal'c would like a back rub?"

"He better not." Jack growled and then slammed the bedroom door behind them.

Woah! Creepy.

Yay! Excellent ~~list~~ stories. Naturally, I love 5 the best.

Thanks! I'm kinda partial to #5, too. ;-)

:D

that is all.

LOL! Short, sweet and to the point. I can live with that. ;-) Thanks!

You're quite welcome. I think a lot of this one was fed by fanon. Or rather, was a reaction to a great deal of fanon that's out there. Meek!Daniel/Wild!Jack being the biggest one that always gets to me. Jack's training is going to mean he's got tight control. He's not going to go off without a great deal of provocation. Daniel, on the other hand, is ruled by the twin pillars of intellect and passion. (Heaven help anyone who gets in the way when they're working in tandem. ;-) Not to say he's a loose cannon... wait. He really can be a loose cannon - but only for a good cause. ;-)

#3 was fun. :-) And people said Intro to Anthropology would never be any use. :-)

they're all excellent! but I like the last one best. I was hoping for that last blow to be one Jack actually enjoyed. *wink wink nudge nudge* thanks for taking up the challenge!

LOL! I actually thought about using the other meaning for 'blow', but decided I liked the image of Daniel decking Jack. ;-)

wow that was a good one. they were all very interesing.

I like the way you pointed out that Daniel is turning into Jack in some ways.

And George and Walter love in your fic! Clearly George is not feeling well and Walter took time off to be with him.

Well done!

Thanks! I just had to work Hammond in someway without having him be there officially to *do* something to screw up the arguments. ;-)

And naturally the entire mountain risks implosion when Walter's not around to keep it in one piece. :-)

I really *love* number 3. Daniel is brilliant and Jack is so good at following his lead when it's important, even without a clue about what's going on... and all their well-hashed, familiar arguments make me glee.

"Walter's on leave."

"Damn. The planet's doomed."

*snerk* Oh, SO TRUE.

Thanks! I really love it when Daniel's mind is allowed to shine.

HEE! Walter not only knows where all the bodies are buried, he knows who put them there and just how far he can push that knowledge. This is the true power in any organization. ;-)

Oh, yeah! Love seeing Daniel finding an outlet for his anger.

And who better than Jack? :-) Jack can take it and you only really open up to the people you're closest to. :-)

Ooh, offworld Charlie. Neat idea!

Great stuff! #3 especially very clever, and of course #5. :)

I love when you come play in this sandbox. Not only do you have cool toys to share, you bring in lots of extra sand and build some great stories. :D

LOL!!!! It's a fun sandbox to play in.

#3 was fun. ;-)

Lovely. Very nicely done.

Thank you, ma'am! :-)

They're all really really excellent. Are you planning to repost as a complete fic somewhere else? I'd like to save it to my del. page

Thank you! Yeah, I had planned to, just hadn't gotten around to it. I'll try to remember to comment here when I do. It'll be on Alpha Gate when I do archive it.

I've posted it to Alpha Gate, but it hasn't been approved by the mods, yet. Should be available by the end of the day or tomorrow at the latest.

great! thanks for the update!

Thank you for reccing. ;-)

Oh, yeah, creepifying last one!

In the fourth one Daniel took a swing and then threw up... I wonder if Jack would've taken a swing if Daniel hadn't missed his shoes, lol.

Might as well comment on these one by one - my brain can't hold too much information these days. ;-)

like manipulating the flaps on a plane

Oh, that would be terrific under any circumstances, but connected with a guy that we don't spend a whole lot of time thinking about as a pilot it's even better.

it was better to be together, fighting each other, than alone fighting their respective nightmares

It's hard for me to even comprehend things being so bad that this would be a true situation, but it happens all too frequently in the world of the SGC.

"Jack! Why do you automatically assume they're cannibals? You *always* do that!"

Okay, even without the facial gymnastics I'm cracking up. :-D

Oh! It's like, it's like... that episode with Odo! A cross between that and the one with the Gadmeer. Only with Daniel making Jack's mistakes.

And Jack is sad to see it. Ouch.

Oh, yeah. We tend to gloss over the true horror of what they go through when we write fic. Mostly because the show always did. But when you sit down and *think* about what it would be like, it's amazing any of them are still sane. ;-)

LOL!! Thanks! I giggled all through writing this one.

*sniff* Yep. *sniff* It's a road everybody walks at some point. Jack surprised me by his reaction, actually. It just kinda typed itself out on the page like that.

"Walter's on leave."

"Damn. The planet's doomed."

I'm feelin' the Walter love! :-D

And I'm picturing Daniel's piano in D.C. Where Jack will polish it weekly. While picturing Daniel draped across it naked. Or maybe himself draped across it naked, while Daniel plays. Yeah. *brain wanders off happily*

Excellent job!

The whole 'alpha male' getting into each other's space/face was great, too.

Thank you, ma'am! And what's *not* to love about Walter? :-)

Jack's going to start getting hard whenever he sees a can of Pledge. :-)

Thank you! I always hate it when people seem to forget just how alpha *Daniel* is. Like he *ever* does anything he doesn't want to. :-):-)

S.C. Johnson, a family company

Sorry, I couldn't help that - the head office of what used to be Johnson Wax is in my home town. :-)

ROTFLMAO!!!!

I'm going to giggle every time I pass it in the store, now. :-)

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