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Reveille by shalott (NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
astolat
Author Website: http://www.intimations.org/
Why this must be read: This story is a terrific example of how a writer can take an old cliche and turn the scenario on its head, thereby producing a fresh new take on things. I have always felt that this is the perfect double-cliche romp in the fandom. It's hot, it's funny, the characters sound very true to the versions we see on the show, and did I mention it was hot? On top of all that, there are some poignant moments, too.
Jack lay on the bunk and stared at the ceiling. Four languages trickled through his mind with the irregular rhythm of rain, words forming and dissolving, linking up into chains that solidified and then faded away completely. There was a music to it, and it might have been relaxing if it hadn't been so appalling that he could actually imagine enjoying this stuff.
He got up. Time to arrange for some sleep.
Daniel never looked up from his scribbling when Jack came in. "In a minute," he said.
Jack ignored him and started turning off the lights. Daniel kept working until the second he flipped off the desk lamp, and even then tried to keep writing in the dark until he took the pen away. "Jack!"
"I'm trying to get some sleep here," Jack said.
"So go to sleep! I'm not--" Daniel paused. "Oh. Sorry."
"Right. Go to bed."
"But Jack, I won't have time to translate this tomorrow--"
"Daniel."
"--and it's important, SG-9 needs this to communicate with the natives on P3X--"
Jack swiveled the chair around, took Daniel by the shoulders and hauled him up. Daniel wobbled a little, catching Jack's arms to steady himself. He was breathing softly through his mouth, Jack could feel it on his own lips, warm and heavy. They had stood like this before, only closer, and the bittersweet liquored memory of Daniel's mouth was so vivid he wasn't sure they weren't kissing right now.
"Jack." Daniel's voice was scratchy and too deep, and Jack let go and backed away.
"Go to sleep," he said roughly, and banged out the door with Daniel's wistful hunger trailing after him.
Reveille
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:
astolatAuthor Website: http://www.intimations.org/
Why this must be read: This story is a terrific example of how a writer can take an old cliche and turn the scenario on its head, thereby producing a fresh new take on things. I have always felt that this is the perfect double-cliche romp in the fandom. It's hot, it's funny, the characters sound very true to the versions we see on the show, and did I mention it was hot? On top of all that, there are some poignant moments, too.
Jack lay on the bunk and stared at the ceiling. Four languages trickled through his mind with the irregular rhythm of rain, words forming and dissolving, linking up into chains that solidified and then faded away completely. There was a music to it, and it might have been relaxing if it hadn't been so appalling that he could actually imagine enjoying this stuff.
He got up. Time to arrange for some sleep.
Daniel never looked up from his scribbling when Jack came in. "In a minute," he said.
Jack ignored him and started turning off the lights. Daniel kept working until the second he flipped off the desk lamp, and even then tried to keep writing in the dark until he took the pen away. "Jack!"
"I'm trying to get some sleep here," Jack said.
"So go to sleep! I'm not--" Daniel paused. "Oh. Sorry."
"Right. Go to bed."
"But Jack, I won't have time to translate this tomorrow--"
"Daniel."
"--and it's important, SG-9 needs this to communicate with the natives on P3X--"
Jack swiveled the chair around, took Daniel by the shoulders and hauled him up. Daniel wobbled a little, catching Jack's arms to steady himself. He was breathing softly through his mouth, Jack could feel it on his own lips, warm and heavy. They had stood like this before, only closer, and the bittersweet liquored memory of Daniel's mouth was so vivid he wasn't sure they weren't kissing right now.
"Jack." Daniel's voice was scratchy and too deep, and Jack let go and backed away.
"Go to sleep," he said roughly, and banged out the door with Daniel's wistful hunger trailing after him.
Reveille
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