Jumper cables for the mind...

[kellifer]

I keep opening work in progress files, sighing and closing them again.

Stealing this idea from rei_c because I think I need a brain reboot.

Give me 3-5 words and a fandom and I will do you a comment fic.

Maybe knocking out some wee litte fics will get my brain going again...

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[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Daniel is sitting on a stool in his blackened office, looking sheepish. Jack is leaning in the doorway, shoulder resting against the jamb and trying to breath shallow because this far underground, the airconditioning is having a hard time ridding the place of the smell.

That's not the worst part though.

Jack thinks maybe this is just another in a long line of cosmic kicks to one Doctor Daniel Jackson. Irreplaceable artefacts and lovingly handled books lie in a mess on the floor, dark, puddled and unrecognisable.

Jack needs to get Daniel out of this graveyard.

"I've heard of addictions destroying lives, but this is ridiculous," Jack says because he'd wanted to say something comforting and for some reason his mind always mangles it. Makes it funny in the horrible kind of way.

Daniel has the melted coffee pot in his hands, looking more like an abstract art piece than an appliance, skewed out of true by the heat. "It was old and I left it on overnight," Daniel says by way of explanation.

"Lets go get something to eat," Jack says, leaning into the room far enough to snag the fabric at Daniel's shoulder and tug.

"So much..." Daniel chokes on what he was going to say and Jack smiles, hand skipping up to rest at Daniel's nape.

"They're just things, Daniel," he says, squeezing the warm skin under his palm. "Everything beautiful is still here." Jack uses the fingers of his other hand to tap Daniel's temple and the younger man ducks and smiles.

So maybe, just maybe, he can say the right thing once in a while after all.

[lastingdreams8.livejournal.com]

WOW, OMGZ, SQUEE!
That is truly wondering, what Jack said..and it's so profound and true, coming from a guy who mangles comforting words. That would be crazy if a coffee pot did that though...destroy everything...gosh, it would KILL Daniel, again.