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In Common by Thevetia (NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
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thevetia
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/keiko_kirin/thevetia/index.html
Why this must be read: The story takes place during an off-world mission. As things become more and more tense, and the solutions narrow down to nothing, the members of SG-1 must do things that go deeply against the grain in order to complete their mission. This story reads like an episode for me, with the same shades-of-grey morality that is the hallmark of the show, and the same kind of painful choices that must be made by Jack in the course of doing his duty. As they struggle through the difficult days, Jack and Daniel subtly begin to realize their feelings for each other, and a new set of choices arises.
Jack came over to where Daniel was sitting, looking down at him, then abruptly snapped his head around at the sound of a sudden rumble and squeal, eyes scanning the empty sky. He caught sight of two women cranking the winch on the courtyard well, blew out his breath and dropped down to sit beside Daniel. The chest wasn't very wide and their shoulders touched.
"God, I hate this." He pulled off his cap and sunglasses and there was Jack's familiar bleakness.
"You seem to be doing very well. They all love us," Daniel said bitterly. He dropped his pen onto his open journal and watched it blot.
"Yeah. Used to be my job." Jack rubbed his face with the heels of his hands. "Sneak in, make nice with the locals, promise them anything to get their help, and then God help them when we were through."
That was news. All Daniel really knew about Jack's Special Forces past was that he had been in Iraq. A few pennies dropped into place. Iraq. Kurds. Massacres. Oh.
But the knowledge didn't make him feel compassionate. "I'm surprised they let you do it. Why didn't they hire in some experts?" Like me.
Jack let his hands fall away. There was a sick look on his face.
"'Cause it's not hard. You just need some basic people skills to figure out how to say convincingly, 'Hi, we need to exploit you for a while'. And timing. A sense of timing helps. Don't wanna be around when the shit starts to fly. Shit, blood, parts of people you knew. Can really ruin your day. Make the mission look bad if your timing sucks."
"Jack..."
"Hey, don't mind me. It's just the cost of doing business with the USAF. Or the SGC. Whoever. Us. Me."
"Yeah." Daniel's anger died suddenly. He rubbed his shoulder against Jack's, just to feel them touch again. Jack took a breath, blew it out, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Daniel flicked his index finger against the pen and rolled it across the open page. Jack's hand flashed out and stopped it from falling. He rolled it back. Daniel repeated it. So did Jack.
"Brain the size of a planet." Jack's mouth twitched, and the sick look faded a little from his eyes.
"Hey, you're the one with the pain in all the diodes." Daniel snatched up his pen and pocketed it. Jack's weight was heavy against his shoulder. Daniel leaned into it, supported and supporting.
In Common
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:
thevetiaAuthor Website: http://www.geocities.com/keiko_kirin/thevetia/index.html
Why this must be read: The story takes place during an off-world mission. As things become more and more tense, and the solutions narrow down to nothing, the members of SG-1 must do things that go deeply against the grain in order to complete their mission. This story reads like an episode for me, with the same shades-of-grey morality that is the hallmark of the show, and the same kind of painful choices that must be made by Jack in the course of doing his duty. As they struggle through the difficult days, Jack and Daniel subtly begin to realize their feelings for each other, and a new set of choices arises.
Jack came over to where Daniel was sitting, looking down at him, then abruptly snapped his head around at the sound of a sudden rumble and squeal, eyes scanning the empty sky. He caught sight of two women cranking the winch on the courtyard well, blew out his breath and dropped down to sit beside Daniel. The chest wasn't very wide and their shoulders touched.
"God, I hate this." He pulled off his cap and sunglasses and there was Jack's familiar bleakness.
"You seem to be doing very well. They all love us," Daniel said bitterly. He dropped his pen onto his open journal and watched it blot.
"Yeah. Used to be my job." Jack rubbed his face with the heels of his hands. "Sneak in, make nice with the locals, promise them anything to get their help, and then God help them when we were through."
That was news. All Daniel really knew about Jack's Special Forces past was that he had been in Iraq. A few pennies dropped into place. Iraq. Kurds. Massacres. Oh.
But the knowledge didn't make him feel compassionate. "I'm surprised they let you do it. Why didn't they hire in some experts?" Like me.
Jack let his hands fall away. There was a sick look on his face.
"'Cause it's not hard. You just need some basic people skills to figure out how to say convincingly, 'Hi, we need to exploit you for a while'. And timing. A sense of timing helps. Don't wanna be around when the shit starts to fly. Shit, blood, parts of people you knew. Can really ruin your day. Make the mission look bad if your timing sucks."
"Jack..."
"Hey, don't mind me. It's just the cost of doing business with the USAF. Or the SGC. Whoever. Us. Me."
"Yeah." Daniel's anger died suddenly. He rubbed his shoulder against Jack's, just to feel them touch again. Jack took a breath, blew it out, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Daniel flicked his index finger against the pen and rolled it across the open page. Jack's hand flashed out and stopped it from falling. He rolled it back. Daniel repeated it. So did Jack.
"Brain the size of a planet." Jack's mouth twitched, and the sick look faded a little from his eyes.
"Hey, you're the one with the pain in all the diodes." Daniel snatched up his pen and pocketed it. Jack's weight was heavy against his shoulder. Daniel leaned into it, supported and supporting.
In Common