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Sinner's Grove by Martha (NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soulcake
Author Website: http://www.skeeter63.org/~soulcake/
Why this must be read: Sinner's Grove is one of the most disturbing, beautiful, deeply emotional stories I've ever read in this fandom. I recommend it for several reasons: it deals with the aftermath of a scenario that's all too possible, but remains untouchable on the show; it shows us that Jack does have a breaking point; and it gives us a Daniel who is strong and knows how to weather traumatic events. Martha deftly zeroes in on the heart of the emotional devastation produced by the events depicted in the story. The story is very dark, but hopeful, in the end. If you are sensitive to certain things in fan fiction stories, please read and heed the warnings.
Jack's house had a stale, closed-in smell after being shut up for more than a week. Two days offworld. Six more under Dr. Fraiser's tender care. Jack's shoulder still ached, and his insides felt trembly and weak, as though he were just recovering from a bad bout of the flu. Nevertheless, even Janet had finally agreed there was no reason to keep him any longer, and she'd reluctantly let him go home.
Daniel, she'd released after just twenty-four hours.
Ironic, that.
Jack slid open a patio door to let in some fresh air. The Peterson kid two houses down was practicing his bass guitar again. Didn't that boy ever go to school? Jack left the door open anyway. The breeze smelled sweet, like springtime and open spaces. Jack himself still smelled like the infirmary. It clung to his hair and clothes like cigarette smoke. He wanted a shower, but he wasn't supposed to get his stitches wet, and a bath sounded like too much work. Maybe he'd just have a nice glass of ice water, then take a snooze on one of the lawn chairs in the backyard, out in the sunshine. Do him a world of good, even with the musical accompaniment from the Peterson kid's bass. He wondered if Daniel was getting out, taking advantage of the sunshine and fresh air. It would do him some good, too.
Daniel had been so strong, too strong, maybe, through it all. He'd taken everything with scarcely a cry. He might never have broken, if Jack hadn't kissed him.
Drywall absorbed the impact of Jack's fist. It hurt like hell, but didn't do the trick. He could still see Daniel's face, bruised and desperate and so pale, tears streaming from under his closed eyelids.
Jack swung again, this time putting his fist through the windowpane.
Sinner's Grove
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:
soulcakeAuthor Website: http://www.skeeter63.org/~soulcake/
Why this must be read: Sinner's Grove is one of the most disturbing, beautiful, deeply emotional stories I've ever read in this fandom. I recommend it for several reasons: it deals with the aftermath of a scenario that's all too possible, but remains untouchable on the show; it shows us that Jack does have a breaking point; and it gives us a Daniel who is strong and knows how to weather traumatic events. Martha deftly zeroes in on the heart of the emotional devastation produced by the events depicted in the story. The story is very dark, but hopeful, in the end. If you are sensitive to certain things in fan fiction stories, please read and heed the warnings.
Jack's house had a stale, closed-in smell after being shut up for more than a week. Two days offworld. Six more under Dr. Fraiser's tender care. Jack's shoulder still ached, and his insides felt trembly and weak, as though he were just recovering from a bad bout of the flu. Nevertheless, even Janet had finally agreed there was no reason to keep him any longer, and she'd reluctantly let him go home.
Daniel, she'd released after just twenty-four hours.
Ironic, that.
Jack slid open a patio door to let in some fresh air. The Peterson kid two houses down was practicing his bass guitar again. Didn't that boy ever go to school? Jack left the door open anyway. The breeze smelled sweet, like springtime and open spaces. Jack himself still smelled like the infirmary. It clung to his hair and clothes like cigarette smoke. He wanted a shower, but he wasn't supposed to get his stitches wet, and a bath sounded like too much work. Maybe he'd just have a nice glass of ice water, then take a snooze on one of the lawn chairs in the backyard, out in the sunshine. Do him a world of good, even with the musical accompaniment from the Peterson kid's bass. He wondered if Daniel was getting out, taking advantage of the sunshine and fresh air. It would do him some good, too.
Daniel had been so strong, too strong, maybe, through it all. He'd taken everything with scarcely a cry. He might never have broken, if Jack hadn't kissed him.
Drywall absorbed the impact of Jack's fist. It hurt like hell, but didn't do the trick. He could still see Daniel's face, bruised and desperate and so pale, tears streaming from under his closed eyelids.
Jack swung again, this time putting his fist through the windowpane.
Sinner's Grove