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2006 Jack/Daniel ficathon
Title: In The Interim
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kellifer_fic
Pairing Jack/Daniel
Rating PG
This fic is fortigerlilly2063
Requirements:#1 - Episode The Light
#2 - Relationship at an early stage
Optional Requests: #1 - Daniel in teacher-mode while he tries to deal with them being stuck in the palace
#2 - Suspicious Sam
The waiting is the worst.
The slow come down and the irritability that goes with it are things they can deal with, but the hours of endless waiting while their bodies purge themselves of the lingering affects of The Light are an exercise in frustration.
Jack is a master at waiting, but even he has his limits.
Teal’c mostly meditates. He doesn’t really need to be there anymore, his body ridding itself of the affects so much quicker than the others, but when he’s asked if he’d like to return, he simply states that he will wait with his team.
Sam has been in the foulest mood and so tries to keep to herself mostly. Jack chases her through the Palace’s opulent rooms, not to annoy her but more for something to do, knowing that when they’re back on earth and she’s more herself she’ll forgive him. For now though, she’s been getting pretty accurate with some increasingly sharp objects in the vicinity of his head so he’s not pushing his luck.
Jack seeks out Daniel, not meaning to look to him for company last, but always careful that the others don’t notice that he would automatically seek him out first if given half a chance. He’s still feeling the after-affects of the abject terror of finding Daniel on his balcony but doesn’t want to crowd him, knowing that Daniel has had a lot to deal with over the past little while.
He's fine razzing Sam up, but despite knowing him longer, he still hasn’t found Daniel’s boundaries.
He’s surprised to hear music as he goes in search of the archaeologist and finally finds him in one of the outer rooms overlooking the ocean, sitting cross-legged with a strange looking instrument across his knees. He’s got his eyes closed and seems to just be plucking at the strings without really trying to play anything specific, but the sound is soothing and as Jack feels his muscles relax, for the first time he realises he was on the raggedy edge of stressed out himself.
“What’s that?” he asks from the doorway and Daniel looks up, his fingers hovering over curved strings.
“It’s a Lineara. It came through with our last batch of supplies.”
Jack blinks. “It’s yours?”
Daniel casts his eyes back out to sea, picking up his absent brushing of the strings again. “I brought it back from P49-763,” he says by way of explanation as Jack saunters further into the room.
“763? Wasn’t that the place you were stuck for two months in peace negotiations?”
“Hmm,” Daniel nods.
“Assassination was the national pastime and pretty much everyone was at war?”
“Yes, Jack,” Daniel nods again, his fingers tensing and a discordant note issuing forth. Jack winces, the hairs on the back of his neck rising.
“Sorry, just didn’t seem like the most cultural place,” he observes. “Can you play anything recognisable?”
Daniel rolls his eyes and his fingers dance over the strings. Jack listens for a moment before the strangely haunting sounds suddenly made sense.
“Star Spangled Banner. Very cute.” He grins wryly.
Daniel breaks off and lays the instrument aside, standing and crossing his arms. He’s closed down and become defensive-Daniel, a posture Jack hates. “You’ve done your hourly check on me. I’m fine so you can go back to bugging Sam.”
Jack takes a step backwards, surprised. “I wasn’t-“
“I know you weren’t Jack, you’re always so careful not to. I’m fine. Go about your business.”
“Go about my… what is wrong with you?” Jack snaps, his hackles rising. He doesn't know how Daniel manages it, but he can always take Jack from zero to pissed off in about ten seconds. Jack takes a calming breath, recognising that Daniel is trying to pick a fight and wondering if it is just The Light talking, or if it is Daniel.
“Nothing. As I said, I’m fine.”
“You know, I hate that word and you use it an awful lot when you so obviously are not fine. We’ve got another three to four days stuck here so you can either stomp around for the rest of the time like a brat or tell me what’s bugging you.”
Daniel’s arms tighten around his chest. “Nothing’s bugging me. I said I’m-“
“I swear to God, Daniel, if you say the word fine just one more time,” Jack growls.
“You’ll what?” Daniel’s whole body has tensed, his arms impossibly taut, legs slightly spread and chin raised.
“For cryin’ out loud Daniel, I haven’t had to finish that threat since I was a Captain. Do you mean I actually have to come up with something?”
Daniel snorts, every hard line of his body relaxing. “I’m sorry, I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me at the moment.”
Jack sighs and crosses the room to grasp Daniel’s shoulders. “You’re feeling neglected, and I’m sorry about that.”
“No I… I mean, maybe I’m… oh hell, I don’t know. That’s really pathetic isn’t it?” Daniel ducks his head but Jack chuckles and tilts his chin up with a finger.
“Not at all,” Jack says, heaving another heavy sigh. “We just… I have to be careful.” When Daniel looks at him in confusion, Jack grins. “Sam gave me the talk.”
“What talk?”
“The ‘If you hurt him I will kill you’ talk.” Jack scrubs the back of his head with his hand, wincing slightly.
“She knows?” Daniel asks, agape.
“She’s got a pretty good idea. I pleaded ignorance but I’m starting to suspect she sees right through my dumb act.”
“She doesn’t know it’s not an act?” Daniel asks with a blank face, before cracking a grin at Jack’s “Hey!” of protest.
“So,” Jack leans down and retrieves the instrument from the floor. “Are you going to show me how to pick out a tune on this thing?”
A sly grin touches Daniel’s face. “I think there’s something you’ll like better about this than learning how to play the national anthem.”
At Jack’s intrigued look, Daniel relieves Jack of the instrument and moves to his back, looping his arms and the Lineara over Jack's shoulders. In a single fluid movement, he twists the top and bottom sections of the instrument in opposite directions and pulls up. The strings and top pegs came free and Daniel pulls them taught.
“A garrotte?” Jack squeaks, amazed, his chin tilted up and towards Daniel, the string having stopped only a hairs breadth from this throat.
“763 is a tough place. Everything had a weapon hidden in it, and I mean everything.”
“I don’t remember this being in the official inventory,” he says incredulously and Daniel lowers the garrotte and steps away, looking at his feet.
“It was a… personal gift from Prince Dukaria.”
“Oh?” Jack’s voice is a dangerous growl.
“Yes, he said it was the perfect weapon for someone with impressive upper body strength.”
“Daniel,” Jack's voice now holds a note of warning.
“I’m pretty sure he thought I was fi-“
***
“What do you think precipitated this?” Teal’c asks, watching his two male team-mates wrestling on the floor from the doorway. Jack is winning on strength, but Daniel is playing dirty.
“Who cares? This beats scrabble,” Sam says with a wry grin.
Title: In The Interim
Author:
kellifer_ficPairing Jack/Daniel
Rating PG
This fic is for
tigerlilly2063Requirements:#1 - Episode The Light
#2 - Relationship at an early stage
Optional Requests: #1 - Daniel in teacher-mode while he tries to deal with them being stuck in the palace
#2 - Suspicious Sam
The waiting is the worst.
The slow come down and the irritability that goes with it are things they can deal with, but the hours of endless waiting while their bodies purge themselves of the lingering affects of The Light are an exercise in frustration.
Jack is a master at waiting, but even he has his limits.
Teal’c mostly meditates. He doesn’t really need to be there anymore, his body ridding itself of the affects so much quicker than the others, but when he’s asked if he’d like to return, he simply states that he will wait with his team.
Sam has been in the foulest mood and so tries to keep to herself mostly. Jack chases her through the Palace’s opulent rooms, not to annoy her but more for something to do, knowing that when they’re back on earth and she’s more herself she’ll forgive him. For now though, she’s been getting pretty accurate with some increasingly sharp objects in the vicinity of his head so he’s not pushing his luck.
Jack seeks out Daniel, not meaning to look to him for company last, but always careful that the others don’t notice that he would automatically seek him out first if given half a chance. He’s still feeling the after-affects of the abject terror of finding Daniel on his balcony but doesn’t want to crowd him, knowing that Daniel has had a lot to deal with over the past little while.
He's fine razzing Sam up, but despite knowing him longer, he still hasn’t found Daniel’s boundaries.
He’s surprised to hear music as he goes in search of the archaeologist and finally finds him in one of the outer rooms overlooking the ocean, sitting cross-legged with a strange looking instrument across his knees. He’s got his eyes closed and seems to just be plucking at the strings without really trying to play anything specific, but the sound is soothing and as Jack feels his muscles relax, for the first time he realises he was on the raggedy edge of stressed out himself.
“What’s that?” he asks from the doorway and Daniel looks up, his fingers hovering over curved strings.
“It’s a Lineara. It came through with our last batch of supplies.”
Jack blinks. “It’s yours?”
Daniel casts his eyes back out to sea, picking up his absent brushing of the strings again. “I brought it back from P49-763,” he says by way of explanation as Jack saunters further into the room.
“763? Wasn’t that the place you were stuck for two months in peace negotiations?”
“Hmm,” Daniel nods.
“Assassination was the national pastime and pretty much everyone was at war?”
“Yes, Jack,” Daniel nods again, his fingers tensing and a discordant note issuing forth. Jack winces, the hairs on the back of his neck rising.
“Sorry, just didn’t seem like the most cultural place,” he observes. “Can you play anything recognisable?”
Daniel rolls his eyes and his fingers dance over the strings. Jack listens for a moment before the strangely haunting sounds suddenly made sense.
“Star Spangled Banner. Very cute.” He grins wryly.
Daniel breaks off and lays the instrument aside, standing and crossing his arms. He’s closed down and become defensive-Daniel, a posture Jack hates. “You’ve done your hourly check on me. I’m fine so you can go back to bugging Sam.”
Jack takes a step backwards, surprised. “I wasn’t-“
“I know you weren’t Jack, you’re always so careful not to. I’m fine. Go about your business.”
“Go about my… what is wrong with you?” Jack snaps, his hackles rising. He doesn't know how Daniel manages it, but he can always take Jack from zero to pissed off in about ten seconds. Jack takes a calming breath, recognising that Daniel is trying to pick a fight and wondering if it is just The Light talking, or if it is Daniel.
“Nothing. As I said, I’m fine.”
“You know, I hate that word and you use it an awful lot when you so obviously are not fine. We’ve got another three to four days stuck here so you can either stomp around for the rest of the time like a brat or tell me what’s bugging you.”
Daniel’s arms tighten around his chest. “Nothing’s bugging me. I said I’m-“
“I swear to God, Daniel, if you say the word fine just one more time,” Jack growls.
“You’ll what?” Daniel’s whole body has tensed, his arms impossibly taut, legs slightly spread and chin raised.
“For cryin’ out loud Daniel, I haven’t had to finish that threat since I was a Captain. Do you mean I actually have to come up with something?”
Daniel snorts, every hard line of his body relaxing. “I’m sorry, I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me at the moment.”
Jack sighs and crosses the room to grasp Daniel’s shoulders. “You’re feeling neglected, and I’m sorry about that.”
“No I… I mean, maybe I’m… oh hell, I don’t know. That’s really pathetic isn’t it?” Daniel ducks his head but Jack chuckles and tilts his chin up with a finger.
“Not at all,” Jack says, heaving another heavy sigh. “We just… I have to be careful.” When Daniel looks at him in confusion, Jack grins. “Sam gave me the talk.”
“What talk?”
“The ‘If you hurt him I will kill you’ talk.” Jack scrubs the back of his head with his hand, wincing slightly.
“She knows?” Daniel asks, agape.
“She’s got a pretty good idea. I pleaded ignorance but I’m starting to suspect she sees right through my dumb act.”
“She doesn’t know it’s not an act?” Daniel asks with a blank face, before cracking a grin at Jack’s “Hey!” of protest.
“So,” Jack leans down and retrieves the instrument from the floor. “Are you going to show me how to pick out a tune on this thing?”
A sly grin touches Daniel’s face. “I think there’s something you’ll like better about this than learning how to play the national anthem.”
At Jack’s intrigued look, Daniel relieves Jack of the instrument and moves to his back, looping his arms and the Lineara over Jack's shoulders. In a single fluid movement, he twists the top and bottom sections of the instrument in opposite directions and pulls up. The strings and top pegs came free and Daniel pulls them taught.
“A garrotte?” Jack squeaks, amazed, his chin tilted up and towards Daniel, the string having stopped only a hairs breadth from this throat.
“763 is a tough place. Everything had a weapon hidden in it, and I mean everything.”
“I don’t remember this being in the official inventory,” he says incredulously and Daniel lowers the garrotte and steps away, looking at his feet.
“It was a… personal gift from Prince Dukaria.”
“Oh?” Jack’s voice is a dangerous growl.
“Yes, he said it was the perfect weapon for someone with impressive upper body strength.”
“Daniel,” Jack's voice now holds a note of warning.
“I’m pretty sure he thought I was fi-“
“What do you think precipitated this?” Teal’c asks, watching his two male team-mates wrestling on the floor from the doorway. Jack is winning on strength, but Daniel is playing dirty.
“Who cares? This beats scrabble,” Sam says with a wry grin.