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crack_van2004-03-01 06:40 pm
destina.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2004-03-01 06:40 pm
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Willing by Salieri (PG-13)
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel/male
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troyswann
Author Website: http://salieri.bonuspoints.net/
Why this must be read: This story takes place offworld during a mission gone very wrong, where things get worse, and then worse again. There is an original character whose point of view is startling and unique, and a scenario we've rarely seen in SG fan fiction. The slash here is so subtle that I was actually holding my breath during one scene, and its subsequent echo later in the story. Excellent characterization all the way around, plus a nice, tight, tense plot.
I could break him. His hip presses into me as he shifts his weight. His fist is bunched in the shoulder of my jacket. The long muscles of his legs and his arms are vibrating against my legs and my chest. Even injured as I am, my strength is twice his. But the blade is poised to bite and the woman is on her feet, the Jaffa blocking the doorway, their weapons raised. Still, I could break him. The look in his eyes tells me that he knows this, and that he doesn't care. He doesn't care that I'm stronger. I realize with a jolt that his body is simply a tool, an extension of something less tangible. I could break him with violence but that won't be enough. I lower my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that he was yours."
"He doesn't belong to me!" His voice erupts in a shout and he emphasizes his words by pressing the blade harder against my windpipe. But then he reins himself in, speaking in a vehement whisper of controlled fury. "We don't own each other. That's one of the things that makes us the good guys." Releasing me, he strides away, anger still in his hands. Carter keeps the muzzle of her weapon aimed at my eyes.
He's lying.
Kneeling, he places a hand on the side of Daniel's head.
"Jack, I'm fine."
He wipes blood from Daniel's chin with his thumb and shows it to him.
"It's not mine."
O'Neill jerks his head and Carter responds by waving me toward the cave's entrance with her gun. Her face is less impassive, her mouth pursed with anger. Teal'c falls into step behind us, an eloquent grimace turning his full lips into a downturned line of suppressed anger. As we pass, O'Neill stands and leans in close again, speaking still in that low, tight voice, his gaze venomous. "It's your lucky fucking day, snake-boy."
Oh, yes. O'Neill lied. He owns them. But Daniel owns him.
Willing
Pairing: Jack/Daniel/male
Author on LJ:
troyswannAuthor Website: http://salieri.bonuspoints.net/
Why this must be read: This story takes place offworld during a mission gone very wrong, where things get worse, and then worse again. There is an original character whose point of view is startling and unique, and a scenario we've rarely seen in SG fan fiction. The slash here is so subtle that I was actually holding my breath during one scene, and its subsequent echo later in the story. Excellent characterization all the way around, plus a nice, tight, tense plot.
I could break him. His hip presses into me as he shifts his weight. His fist is bunched in the shoulder of my jacket. The long muscles of his legs and his arms are vibrating against my legs and my chest. Even injured as I am, my strength is twice his. But the blade is poised to bite and the woman is on her feet, the Jaffa blocking the doorway, their weapons raised. Still, I could break him. The look in his eyes tells me that he knows this, and that he doesn't care. He doesn't care that I'm stronger. I realize with a jolt that his body is simply a tool, an extension of something less tangible. I could break him with violence but that won't be enough. I lower my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that he was yours."
"He doesn't belong to me!" His voice erupts in a shout and he emphasizes his words by pressing the blade harder against my windpipe. But then he reins himself in, speaking in a vehement whisper of controlled fury. "We don't own each other. That's one of the things that makes us the good guys." Releasing me, he strides away, anger still in his hands. Carter keeps the muzzle of her weapon aimed at my eyes.
He's lying.
Kneeling, he places a hand on the side of Daniel's head.
"Jack, I'm fine."
He wipes blood from Daniel's chin with his thumb and shows it to him.
"It's not mine."
O'Neill jerks his head and Carter responds by waving me toward the cave's entrance with her gun. Her face is less impassive, her mouth pursed with anger. Teal'c falls into step behind us, an eloquent grimace turning his full lips into a downturned line of suppressed anger. As we pass, O'Neill stands and leans in close again, speaking still in that low, tight voice, his gaze venomous. "It's your lucky fucking day, snake-boy."
Oh, yes. O'Neill lied. He owns them. But Daniel owns him.
Willing
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