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Jack broken shoelace combat boots
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(also, I recommend
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A nest of weiner dogs*
*think Gary Larson's Far Side comics
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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.
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"They're melting," John observes, tapping the container filled with chocolate-covered strawberries with his fingers. Technically they are neither strawberries, nor chocolate covered but both items were close enough to the real thing for no one to complain much.
"I used to dream," Ronon says, stretching impossibly further. "About days like this. When I was a runner I used to dream of just... stopping."
John has a strawberry halfway to his mouth, saliva flooding his palate at the thought of the sticky sweetness but pauses. "Ronon?" he prompts because it's rare for Ronon to volunteer anything, give of himself.
"I think," Ronon says, voice barely a whisper. "I think I'm finally home."
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John looks across at Lorne, curled on his bed with his knees hiked up to his chest, shaking. He's pale and sweating and John knows from experience that cold turkey isn't fun.
"Really? Because we would have had to have gone on a revenge-fueled rampage through their village and no one would've wanted to see that," John quips. He's got a book on his lap but because he knew he wasn't going to get any reading done, he's brought one of Rodney's physics books.
His favourite with all the scathing remarks jammed into every free bit of space on the four hundred pages.
John glances at the clock, seeing that it's only a few minutes till shift change. Carson had wanted Lorne in the infirmary but John had been able to understand Lorne's insistance that he go through this without any of his men seeing. He didn't want the people under his command seeing him brought low.
Ronon appears in the doorway right on the dot, something green and fuzzy in his hands that he bites into when he enters. "What the hell is that?" John asks as Lorne rolls over so he's facing the wall.
"Losash fruit. It's seasonal. We used to count down the days to Losash season." He crosses to Lorne's bed and manhandles Lorne over so he can hold a piece under Lorne's nose. "Breathe in," he says gently and Lorne does, his body relaxing completely and a few moments later there are soft snores.
"What did you do?" John asks, blinking.
"In our training camps, some instructors would give the struggling recruits a little help. When they were stationed out in the field, the help wouldn't be available and they'd go through this. The Losash was the only thing that would ease their pain."
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She remembers Daniel slipping on a loose bit of paving and going down in a puddle, how it had been raining for three days straight so the ground on either side of the path was so much mud and how Jack had laughed so hard he's had to lean over with his hands on his knees.
"Samantha?" Teal'c voice is soft and hesitant and it's rare for him to call her by her full first name.
"I guess I keep thinking that I'm used to him being gone and then something like this happens," Sam muses, waving the shirt and then hugging it to her belly against the dull ache there.
"Beloved friends leave echoes that are only dulled by time, but never gone," Teal'c says, dropping down next to her. He rubs a bit of sleeve between his fingers for a moment and puts his other hand on her shoulder. "Tell me what you thought of when you found this?"
Sam does and she can see Teal'c smiling before she's finished, something far away in his eyes. "I never met a man before with such grace in his being that would fall over so much," Teal'c says and now Sam is laughing because she's remembering a fairly inebriated Daniel extolling the depth of Teal'c's wisdom.
She tells Teal'c this and he reminds her of the time Daniel drank cermonial wine on P3M-484 and proceeded to hit on a goat and how the goat had kicked him when he'd tried to get too friendly.
This leads to them swapping stories for half an hour before Sam realises that she's remembering without the pain. She sobers at the thought but Teal'c merely smiles again. He takes the shirt gently from her clenched hands and folds it carefully, standing so he can put it on the top shelf of her locker.
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Daniel, scar, P90, ritual.
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He takes a breath and then looks down. One of his boots is tumbling end over end into the abyss below and when it disappears into the mist he decides that looking down might not be such a hot idea.
"Jack?" Daniel's disembodied voice calls from above. There's real panic in it and Jack wants to reassure him that he's fine, but he's not really sure. The ledge he's standing on is only half the width that his feet are long and there's only so long he can stand with his feet, one in only a sock no less, skewed sideways.
"I'm not dead!" Jack calls. "Want to drop rope or something down here so I don't have to revise that statement?" He can just make out Daniel's hands over the lip of the cliff and thinks he must be lying down right at the edge. "Get the hell away from the edge!" Jack yells and the hands thankfully disappear.
I told you not to tie two laces together he could almost here Carter cajoling. He'd snapped his bootlace back at the village and had Macgyver'd a new one out of the two broken pieces. He hadn't realised that the boot had come loose again until he'd practically stepped out of it which caused him to stumble sideways and over a cliff. "I'm not dying this way," Jack growls under his breath. "This is ridiculous."
The clump of vegetation that is his only handhold against the sheer cliff face pulls halfway free and Jack glares at it. Something hits him on the top of his head and Jack is so startled he almost pitches backwards.
"How about some warning?" he yells when the rope edges passed his face, over his shoulder and down.
If he lives through this, he's got to remember to kill Daniel.
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Daniel sounds so indignant and confused that Jack has to fight very hard to resist laughing. "You got a staff blast to the chest and you're surprised by this?"
"Maybe it hurts more when someone shoots me who is a friend," Daniel grumbles, watching Janet poke and prod at his shoulder and trying not to flinch.
"You ran right in front of me when I was shooting at rioting villagers. You're lucky you only ended up winged."
"Winged?" Daniel's voice has hit a scarily high register and Jack receives the death-glare for Janet, the do not upset the patient one that usually precedes Jack being booted out of the infirmary on his ass.
"They weren't rioting anyway," Daniel grumbles and Jack feels the anger boil up that he'd been willing to let go of since he'd shot Daniel.
"You say ritual, I say murderous mob bent on tearing us limb from limb," Jack grunts. "To-may-to, to-mar-to."
"I could've talked them into-"
"Only killing us a little bit?" Jack interrupts and Daniel rolls his eyes, huffing dramatically.
"Well, since the bullet only grazed you, it shouldn't leave a scar. I want you to take it easy though," Janet says, taping down the last of the guaze over Daniel's shoulder.
"See, I didn't shoot you after all. Just grazed you."
Janet turns, eyes narrowed and Jack backs up, hands out. "Okay, okay, I'm going."
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Teal'c blinks at him, arms around a basket with a blanket thrown over the top. An occasional yip can be heard from the wriggling blanket. "I have not yet asked a question, O'Neill," Teal'c says.
"Yeah, but you're going to. The next words out of your mouth was going to be 'Can we keep them?' and I'm just saying no now to save us all time."
"But-"
"No, Teal'c. We're not taking a pile of alien weiner dogs back to earth with us."
"Say again?" Daniel pipes up, glasses off and squinting.
"I said-" Jack breaks off and narrows his eyes at Daniel. "Wait, you're just trying to get me to say weiner again aren't you?" he accuses and then slaps a hand to his face when Daniel snorts a laugh.
"They were a gift," Teal'c points out. "Would it not be rude to-?"
"I said no," Jack snaps.
Sam has entered the room as they argue, spotted the basket and whipped back the blanket. She makes a high-pitched squeaking sound and plunges her hands into the writhing mass of furry bodies, coming up with four puppies clutched in her hands.
"Oh Colonel, can we keep them?" she asks.
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I love the fact that Jack would fall into an abyss by fault of shoe laces...that is SO Jack:)
And the last line...perfect allusion to "Threads," I believe...
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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.
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Stargate: SG-1 -orion's constellation, goodbyes, roses, and amnesia.
Thanks in advanced:)
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Supernatural
If you happen to still be in the mood. :)
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You had Ronon and Lorne! THANK YOU!
great little snippet!
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Jack, women, talk shows, buns
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Hammerson looks across at Peters and rolls his eyes. "Yes, and if you want your career to go anywhere, you won't mention it."
Hammerson's hand is hovering over the basket of cream buns at the front of the meeting room when something occurs to him.
"Wait, how do you know that these were from a recipe on the show?" he asks.
Just then, Jack saunters into the room and claps Peters on the shoulder. "Thanks for taping my show for me," he says, snagging a bun and grinning around a mouthful as he makes his way to the front of the room.
Hammerson's mouth drops open as he looks at Peters. Peter is grinning from ear to ear. "Frankly, if you ask me, mentioning it can be good for your career."
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Teal'c is looking up at them impassively, watching them spin lazily and there's something on his face that Jack would swear was amusement if he wasn't looking at Teal'c.
"Did I not warn you not to choose this path?" Teal'c prompts and Jack rolls his eyes but knows the gesture is lost because he has Daniel's boot in his face. Carter's elbow is working its way steadily into his kidneys and he doesn't want to even know what is prodding him in the ass.
"Yeah, and you can do the 'I told you so' dance as soon as you get us down," Jack snaps.
"Would it not be more prudent to leave you there as a valuable lesson, at least for a few hours?" Teal'c muses and Jack can't believe it. He, Daniel and Sam are all caught in a net suspended about eight feet off the ground and Teal'c, not known for his sense of humor, is finding the funny.
"Teal'c, would you please let us down?" Daniel tries and Teal'c tips his head.
"Of course, Daniel Jackson," he says.
"Wait, why would you let us down because Daniel asked?" Jack says, confused.
"Because O'Neill, he asked nicely."
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"They're not glowing," Sam had complained with a disgruntled frown when he lowered her to the floor.
"You have to wait until it's dark," he said, dropping a kiss to her head.
Sam couldn't wait for night time and lay on her bed with her eyes glued to the ceiling as day slid to night, dusk easing into darkness. The stars at first were just a dull glimmer above but as her room was pitched into absolute blackness and she could hear her mother calling her for dinner, Sam saw them glow brighter and brighter. She reached small hands up towards them, tracing the constellations she had made, naming them in her head.
"Can I visit the stars someday?" she asked and her father had just smiled and touched her cheek.
"You can do anything."
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"Because O'Neill, he asked nicely."
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Sam was sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging his legs and bending his arm at an almost painful-looking angle to see the scrape on his elbow. He looked up at Dean though, holding the box of novelty bandaids and took a big, watery gasp of air.
"Snoopy," he said, tone brooking no argument. Dean sighed dramatically and went into the living room, thrown into dull blues by the television. His dad was on the couch, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. He'd been sad lately, more than usual and Dean tried not to bother him when he was sad but he was a man on a mission.
"Sammy wants snoopy," he said, holding the box of bandaids out and shaking it. John looked across at him and blinked, a little bleary-eyed from the beer.
"Check the cave, he's been hiding stuff all week."
Dean looked across at the pile of pillows and blankets that Sammy had allocated his cave. Dean knew most kids built forts but they were Winchesters. Dean dropped to his haunches and duck-waddled inside, finding his lucky red t-shirt, his Dad's watch and a pile of candy wrappers. Right at the back, under a Latin phrase book and the rock they'd painted a face on to give Sam a pet was a pile of bandaids, all snoopy.
Dean took one and replaced the rest, stopping on his way out to snag his shirt.
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Daniel turned his head towards Jack's voice, grinning. "No, really, I don't remember them."
Jack sighed and looked back up at the sky, stretching on the chair with the wobbly leg because he'd let Daniel take the good one. They were on his observation deck and he'd been pointing out constellations. He was starting to suspect that Daniel was asking mostly because Jack liked doing it and less because constellations were something he'd lost when he'd descended.
Sam's head appeared over the edge of the roof and Jack snorted when he noticed that she had a rose clutched between her teeth. "Teal'c's making me do the cha-cha. Come save me."
"Why do you have a rose if it's the cha-cha?" Daniel asked. "Isn't that the tango?"
"You try telling him that," Sam grumbled, plucking the rose from between her teeth and shaking it at Daniel. "Maybe we should be more concerned about why Jack even has plastic roses in his house."
"Sarah left them," Jack said, voice hollow and Sam paled. "Said I was never good at watering the real deal but that you should always have flowers in the house."
"Colonel-"
"It's fine Carter," Jack said, waving a dismissive hand. "When the plastic flowers were here and she wasn't, a knew the goodbye was for real."
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*squishes little Sam and her dad*
Thank you!
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Thanks muchly!
SL
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I didn't even think it would be going this route...just perfect..I love Daniel and Jack interaction, and I love how Teal'c does the most bizzare things...LOL tango/cha-cha...and the sad tidbit about Jack/Sara....AMAZING GUH!
Thankies again:D
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Of all the SGC personnel, only Janet can do that to Jack :)
heee... thank you for this.
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OK, the rock thing makes me want to cuddle poor Sam.
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