Possession, Part 11 - FINAL
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brainofckTitle: Possession, Part 11 (of 11).
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Goa'uld/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SG-1's luck finally runs out. The ultimate mission failure. A month of possession.
Content/warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Blame: Blame on this one allllllllll goes tococoajava for poking the Stargate part of my brain with a huge pointy stick.
For my loyal![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.
Previous chapters available here.
Jack wasn't answering his phone at home, and his cell phone was "unavailable on the network at this time." Dr. Frazier said that she had given Jack some meds to help him sleep. That was probably all it was. Jack was asleep with his cell phone off.
But there was no car in the drive and no lights on in the house.
Daniel stood on Jack's doorstep, weighing his key in his hand. They all had keys to each other's places. You never could tell when you'd end up in an extended stay in quarantine. Or get stuck off world.
Daniel slipped the key into the lock and let himself in.
Daniel worked all evening, waiting for Jack to come home. Pages and pages of brute translation done on those scrolls from P74-877. Worthless to the cause, as far as he could tell, but fascinating for their content. The kind of thing he probably should have tossed, or at best given to one of his new hires. 1:00 in the morning and still no Jack. Daniel took his most recent copy of Linguistics Today and went to bed.
"Daniel?"
Jack's voice startled him out of an uneasy sleep. Daniel adjusted his glasses on his nose and then was on his feet just in time to catch Jack as he started to fall.
"Hey, Jack. You OK?"
"Daniel?" he asked again. His voice was slurred and he seemed to be having trouble focusing his eyes. Daniel's first thought was that he must be drunk, but there was no smell of alcohol on his breath.
Or taste of it on his tongue, as he suddenly tightened his hold and kissed Daniel messily. When he broke away to gasp for air, tears were flowing freely down his face. He clung to Daniel like he was trying to get inside his skin, sobbing into his neck, whispering his name over and over.
"Jack, it's alright. Come on, let's get you off your feet." Daniel coaxed him to sit on the bed, an awkward process, as Jack's grip was like iron and he absolutely refused to let Daniel go. They ended up sitting side by side. Daniel wanted to help Jack out of his clothes, settle them both under the covers. But in the end, he just lay down with him, sharing the one side of the bed, breathing the same air with him, noses touching on the pillow. Jack fell asleep almost instantly. When his death grip loosened slightly in sleep, Daniel squirmed around so they could sleep more comfortably spooned together and eventually slipped off to sleep as well.
Jack was hungry. Jack's head hurt. And Jack felt like he had been in the bed for far too long. Not to mention that his pillow was damp with drool under his cheek. Time to get up.
He raised his hand to rub at his face, and realized something else. There was someone in his bed.
"Hey!" said Daniel softly. "I was starting to worry. I was giving you another hour before I called Dr. Frasier to ask what she did to you." Daniel's hand moved idly through Jack's hair.
Daniel was sitting propped against the headboard. Jack realized with some embarrassment that he was wrapped around him, face pressed into his hip, and arm and leg loosely draped over Daniel's lower body. He began to disentangle himself.
He sat and just looked at him. He had the ridiculous urge to touch him again, reached out to caress his cheek, then stopped himself. He wasn't sure what he and Daniel were to each other now, and this seemed like the wrong way to start figuring it out.
"Hey. When did you get back? I waited for you for days."
Daniel looked worried.
"We got back yesterday morning. You had just left the mountain, but nobody could reach you. As soon as they got done with us, I came here, but you were already gone. I let myself in... "
Jack wanted to kiss the uncertainty off Daniel's face. To stop himself he had to stop looking. He looked down over himself instead. Apparently he'd slept in his clothes. Maybe Daniel had, too. He looked very sleep-rumpled.
Daniel saw him looking.
"You came in dead on your feet. I thought you were drunk at first, but you didn't -um…" Daniel smiled to himself, his cheeks pinking a bit, "Um… I decided it probably wasn't that. Anyway, you practically passed out and you've been asleep for about twenty hours now."
"Yeah. Frazier said my body was learning to regulate itself again, with the goa'uld control gone. I hadn't slept since I got back and I was driving everyone crazy. She told me to go home, take a double dose of pills, and sleep. But they didn't work. So I got in the truck and drove up to that little lake I like up north of here. I think the pills kicked in on the way back."
"I hope you didn't kill anyone on your way home."
"Yeah, me too," Jack said, running his fingers through his hair.
There was a long awkward pause. Jack felt like he should move. Get them out of the bed, where he was sure they didn't belong. But Daniel seemed comfortable and in no hurry.
"Jack, are you OK?" Daniel finally asked.
"No, I'm not, actually. But I'm getting better," he tried for a reassuring smile, but was pretty sure it came out as a grimace. He rubbed his eyes and temple to indicate a headache. Which was not a deception in the least. His head was pounding.
Daniel bounced out of the bed.
"Did the doc tell you there was anything you shouldn't take?" Daniel asked, as he rummaged through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He came out with Tylenol and water.
"Probably I just need to eat," Jack said, taking the Tylenol anyway.
"Well, there's nothing edible here," said Daniel. "I didn't think to stop at the store on the way over, and after I got here, I was too worried to go back out."
"Didn't mean to worry you," Jack said quietly.
"We could go out," Daniel suggested. "We should probably change if we're going to do that. Do you have anything I could borrow..." He was turning towards Jack's dresser.
Jack knew he wasn't going to be able to make it through breakfast. He caught Daniel by the wrist.
"I thought you were dead," he whispered. "I thought I had murdered you. I don't think I can just go out to IHOP and order some waffles."
Daniel turned to look at him. Before he could say anything, Jack continued.
"I'm leaving the SGC," he said. When Daniel's eyes widened in surprise, Jack looked away.
"Jack..." Daniel began. Then stopped. Jack realized he was still holding his wrist. He let go and drew his hands back into his own lap. Daniel swallowed hard and began again.
"General Hammond didn't mention that," he said. "Why are you leaving?"
Jack laughed softly.
"I can't..." suddenly his throat was constricting around the words. He took a deep breath. "I can't command SG-1 anymore. Hammond agrees with me. If he doesn't take me off the team, he'll have to move you. And..." he paused again. Somewhere deep inside he found the courage to look at Daniel again. Daniel, who was watching him with a confused and worried expression. "It's a big universe, Daniel. I don't think I can go out there again without SG-1. Without..." he was stammering. Struggling. Drowning.
And then he had a lapful of archeologist, tipping him over and pinning him to the bed. Filling his mouth with a hot, capable tongue, completely preventing him from saying anything at all.
"You are not leaving the SGC," said Daniel fiercely, breaking off their kiss with a gasp. He tugged Jack's head to the side by his hair and licked a long line around Jack's ear and down his throat.
"He's not going to take us away from you. Remember to thank Teal'c, the next time you see him."
Daniel bit his neck hard, low, almost on the shoulder, and Jack gave a little cry despite himself, squirming as Daniel set his teeth and licked, while roughly working a knee between Jack's thighs. Jack felt Daniel's hand descend over his crotch, not-quite-gently palming his limp cock through his clothes.
His suddenly very interested cock.
"No," he croaked. "Daniel, you have to stop this. I'm not that... that person... that thing anymore. You don't have to do this. Daniel, I want you to stop."
He heard his voice growing more frantic by the word, and finally, he lunged against Daniel's weight, twisting and rolling so that Daniel was under him and he could get away.
Except Daniel's arms were around him, strong and unyielding.
"Jack," he said firmly. "I'm not dead. You didn't murder me. You never raped me. You haven't hurt me. Or anyone else. None of this is your fault, but if you leave us now it will be your fault. You'll be hurting all of us."
Jack looked down at him from where he was propped up on his elbows.
"Daniel, I don't know what you think the General is going to do, or what you think Teal'c said... But even if you're right, and Teal'c managed to convince him that the team should stay together, it can't last. Look at us... You just put a mark on my neck that will be getting me wolf whistles for a week. And I want to touch you so badly I can't even make myself get up from this bed."
Daniel smiled up at him then. A seductive smile that was all fangs and glistening eyes.
"You don't have to," he murmured. "You don't have to get up. The General doesn't care."
Jack shook his head.
"He does care, Daniel."
"Nope. He doesn't. Teal'c assured him that you've been screwing me senseless for months. Sam backed him up. I dissolved into a puddle of abject humiliation, but when it was all done, the General agreed that he could live with it, and practically gave us his blessing."
Jack just stared at him.
"You have to be kidding me," he managed to stutter. "What do you mean, 'live with it'? What 'it'?"
Daniel trailed a delicate finger over the stinging bruise on Jack's neck.
"You. Me. Lovers and colleagues. Romantically involved. Having wild monkey sex on our own time. All thanks to Teal'c. And Sam. Teal'c and Sam."
He was smiling so smugly that Jack didn't know whether to kiss him, or turn him over his knee and spank him. His dick told him that either would be alright.
Jack settled for kissing.
Daniel was sleeping sprawled on the bed next to him. Jack thought he had just passed out completely, happily face down in the wet spot, but as he had eased away Daniel had muttered and squirmed until he could hook his calf around Jack's. Daniel's palm lay flat over the middle of Jack's chest.
Then he passed out.
Jack smiled to himself, reaching out a long arm and snagging the comforter from the floor by the bed with the tips of his fingers. He thought of all the perfect luxuries of life on the ha'tak and couldn't be happier to have Daniel in his own bed.
He let himself wander through memories of Daniel that he had gotten from the goa'uld. He had carefully avoided doing that while waiting to find out if Daniel was alive or dead. But now Daniel was sleeping safely beside him, and Jack let his mind wander. He thought of Daniel giving in. First angry. Then angry and afraid. Then grieving and defeated. Letting himself reach out for Jack and call for Jack and make love to Jack even when he had no way of being certain that Jack was there. Even when Jack wasn't there. Giving in. Every single time. Except the first time. And the last time.
The first time, Daniel trusted Jack enough to prefer sex with him to sex with his captor.
The last time, Daniel said he wanted him.
The last time Daniel begged him.
But the last time Daniel thought he was about to be abandoned to the enemy.
But this time, Daniel didn't think that. Last night Daniel was happy and open and the only moments of distress were when he was worried about Jack.
Daniel shifted in his sleep, and Jack took the same moment to shift and resettle. He felt achy and stretchy and weirdly slick and loose inside. He wrinkled his nose, realizing he was lying in his own wet spot. He felt a sudden adolescent urge to snicker. Between them, they had cum five times. The whole bed was probably one giant wet spot. He had never imagined that he would want what he and Daniel had done tonight.
"You OK?" Daniel mumbled into the pillow.
"Yeah. Go to sleep."
"Can't sleep with you thinking so loud," Daniel said, wriggling so that he was on his side watching Jack through sleepy eyes, without ever moving his hand or his leg.
"Well, now you know what I have to put up with every time we share a tent," Jack said roughly.
"So?" Daniel prodded him with is foot.
"I was thinking about how the snake screwed with our heads," Jack replied.
"We never wanted this before. Well, I never wanted this before. I mean, maybe I'd think of you... sometimes when I... " he found he couldn't quite say it, and gestured unmistakably with his hand instead. "But I would have never..." and he gestured more broadly. He turned his head to see Daniel, his sleepy, satiated expression, turning wary, and maybe resigned.
"Don't look at me like that! You tell me honestly that you would have spent the night here like this a month ago. Not that a month ago I would have even considered suggesting it."
Daniel shut his eyes.
"No. You're right. We wouldn't have," he admitted quietly. "The snake taught us."
Jack rolled over and catching Daniel by surprise and crushing their tired bodies together.
"And now," he whispered in to Daniel's ear, "I'm not sure I could live without this. I have never, ever, wanted anyone the way I want you. Not Sara. Not anybody. The snake fucked with my head. I know it. But it'd doesn't matter, because it's part of me, and I don't know how to make it go away. I don't even want to make it go away. But that doesn't mean you have to live with it. Or should." He buried his nose in Daniel's hair.
"God, I want you," he confessed, lips moving softly against Daniel's neck. Daniel's arms were tight around him. He pretended not to notice that Daniel cried himself to sleep.
They stood in the Gateroom. Rested. Refreshed. First mission in weeks. A mission they'd usually give to SG-15 to break in some new recruits, not the kind of assignment usually reserved for SG-1. The whole team knew it, but no one had argued. Daniel would look at a few interesting old buildings. Carter would take a few soil samples. The general would take a deep breath.
Standing in the Gateroom, waiting for their first mission since he'd been a snake.
Standing in the Gateroom after two weeks of waking with the scent of Daniel on his pillow and in his sheets. Two weeks of Daniel's damp towels in the bathroom.
Two weeks of Daniel being his lover.
All of them there, waiting for the gate to dial.
Jack wondered if they could do this. Wondered if he could make this work with Daniel in his bed and the memories of the snake in his head and what seemed like the whole world watching.
Then came the shock wave, and he took the first step up the ramp.
Holy freakin' Apophis! I have finished a WIP!
Everyone who cares should run away to thankgreen_grrl who came up with the perfect carrot, then skillfully applied the stick.
Hmmmmm... *eyesgreen_grrl lustfully*
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Goa'uld/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SG-1's luck finally runs out. The ultimate mission failure. A month of possession.
Content/warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckBlame: Blame on this one allllllllll goes to
cocoajava for poking the Stargate part of my brain with a huge pointy stick. For my loyal
rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.Previous chapters available here.
Jack wasn't answering his phone at home, and his cell phone was "unavailable on the network at this time." Dr. Frazier said that she had given Jack some meds to help him sleep. That was probably all it was. Jack was asleep with his cell phone off.
But there was no car in the drive and no lights on in the house.
Daniel stood on Jack's doorstep, weighing his key in his hand. They all had keys to each other's places. You never could tell when you'd end up in an extended stay in quarantine. Or get stuck off world.
Daniel slipped the key into the lock and let himself in.
Daniel worked all evening, waiting for Jack to come home. Pages and pages of brute translation done on those scrolls from P74-877. Worthless to the cause, as far as he could tell, but fascinating for their content. The kind of thing he probably should have tossed, or at best given to one of his new hires. 1:00 in the morning and still no Jack. Daniel took his most recent copy of Linguistics Today and went to bed.
"Daniel?"
Jack's voice startled him out of an uneasy sleep. Daniel adjusted his glasses on his nose and then was on his feet just in time to catch Jack as he started to fall.
"Hey, Jack. You OK?"
"Daniel?" he asked again. His voice was slurred and he seemed to be having trouble focusing his eyes. Daniel's first thought was that he must be drunk, but there was no smell of alcohol on his breath.
Or taste of it on his tongue, as he suddenly tightened his hold and kissed Daniel messily. When he broke away to gasp for air, tears were flowing freely down his face. He clung to Daniel like he was trying to get inside his skin, sobbing into his neck, whispering his name over and over.
"Jack, it's alright. Come on, let's get you off your feet." Daniel coaxed him to sit on the bed, an awkward process, as Jack's grip was like iron and he absolutely refused to let Daniel go. They ended up sitting side by side. Daniel wanted to help Jack out of his clothes, settle them both under the covers. But in the end, he just lay down with him, sharing the one side of the bed, breathing the same air with him, noses touching on the pillow. Jack fell asleep almost instantly. When his death grip loosened slightly in sleep, Daniel squirmed around so they could sleep more comfortably spooned together and eventually slipped off to sleep as well.
Jack was hungry. Jack's head hurt. And Jack felt like he had been in the bed for far too long. Not to mention that his pillow was damp with drool under his cheek. Time to get up.
He raised his hand to rub at his face, and realized something else. There was someone in his bed.
"Hey!" said Daniel softly. "I was starting to worry. I was giving you another hour before I called Dr. Frasier to ask what she did to you." Daniel's hand moved idly through Jack's hair.
Daniel was sitting propped against the headboard. Jack realized with some embarrassment that he was wrapped around him, face pressed into his hip, and arm and leg loosely draped over Daniel's lower body. He began to disentangle himself.
He sat and just looked at him. He had the ridiculous urge to touch him again, reached out to caress his cheek, then stopped himself. He wasn't sure what he and Daniel were to each other now, and this seemed like the wrong way to start figuring it out.
"Hey. When did you get back? I waited for you for days."
Daniel looked worried.
"We got back yesterday morning. You had just left the mountain, but nobody could reach you. As soon as they got done with us, I came here, but you were already gone. I let myself in... "
Jack wanted to kiss the uncertainty off Daniel's face. To stop himself he had to stop looking. He looked down over himself instead. Apparently he'd slept in his clothes. Maybe Daniel had, too. He looked very sleep-rumpled.
Daniel saw him looking.
"You came in dead on your feet. I thought you were drunk at first, but you didn't -um…" Daniel smiled to himself, his cheeks pinking a bit, "Um… I decided it probably wasn't that. Anyway, you practically passed out and you've been asleep for about twenty hours now."
"Yeah. Frazier said my body was learning to regulate itself again, with the goa'uld control gone. I hadn't slept since I got back and I was driving everyone crazy. She told me to go home, take a double dose of pills, and sleep. But they didn't work. So I got in the truck and drove up to that little lake I like up north of here. I think the pills kicked in on the way back."
"I hope you didn't kill anyone on your way home."
"Yeah, me too," Jack said, running his fingers through his hair.
There was a long awkward pause. Jack felt like he should move. Get them out of the bed, where he was sure they didn't belong. But Daniel seemed comfortable and in no hurry.
"Jack, are you OK?" Daniel finally asked.
"No, I'm not, actually. But I'm getting better," he tried for a reassuring smile, but was pretty sure it came out as a grimace. He rubbed his eyes and temple to indicate a headache. Which was not a deception in the least. His head was pounding.
Daniel bounced out of the bed.
"Did the doc tell you there was anything you shouldn't take?" Daniel asked, as he rummaged through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He came out with Tylenol and water.
"Probably I just need to eat," Jack said, taking the Tylenol anyway.
"Well, there's nothing edible here," said Daniel. "I didn't think to stop at the store on the way over, and after I got here, I was too worried to go back out."
"Didn't mean to worry you," Jack said quietly.
"We could go out," Daniel suggested. "We should probably change if we're going to do that. Do you have anything I could borrow..." He was turning towards Jack's dresser.
Jack knew he wasn't going to be able to make it through breakfast. He caught Daniel by the wrist.
"I thought you were dead," he whispered. "I thought I had murdered you. I don't think I can just go out to IHOP and order some waffles."
Daniel turned to look at him. Before he could say anything, Jack continued.
"I'm leaving the SGC," he said. When Daniel's eyes widened in surprise, Jack looked away.
"Jack..." Daniel began. Then stopped. Jack realized he was still holding his wrist. He let go and drew his hands back into his own lap. Daniel swallowed hard and began again.
"General Hammond didn't mention that," he said. "Why are you leaving?"
Jack laughed softly.
"I can't..." suddenly his throat was constricting around the words. He took a deep breath. "I can't command SG-1 anymore. Hammond agrees with me. If he doesn't take me off the team, he'll have to move you. And..." he paused again. Somewhere deep inside he found the courage to look at Daniel again. Daniel, who was watching him with a confused and worried expression. "It's a big universe, Daniel. I don't think I can go out there again without SG-1. Without..." he was stammering. Struggling. Drowning.
And then he had a lapful of archeologist, tipping him over and pinning him to the bed. Filling his mouth with a hot, capable tongue, completely preventing him from saying anything at all.
"You are not leaving the SGC," said Daniel fiercely, breaking off their kiss with a gasp. He tugged Jack's head to the side by his hair and licked a long line around Jack's ear and down his throat.
"He's not going to take us away from you. Remember to thank Teal'c, the next time you see him."
Daniel bit his neck hard, low, almost on the shoulder, and Jack gave a little cry despite himself, squirming as Daniel set his teeth and licked, while roughly working a knee between Jack's thighs. Jack felt Daniel's hand descend over his crotch, not-quite-gently palming his limp cock through his clothes.
His suddenly very interested cock.
"No," he croaked. "Daniel, you have to stop this. I'm not that... that person... that thing anymore. You don't have to do this. Daniel, I want you to stop."
He heard his voice growing more frantic by the word, and finally, he lunged against Daniel's weight, twisting and rolling so that Daniel was under him and he could get away.
Except Daniel's arms were around him, strong and unyielding.
"Jack," he said firmly. "I'm not dead. You didn't murder me. You never raped me. You haven't hurt me. Or anyone else. None of this is your fault, but if you leave us now it will be your fault. You'll be hurting all of us."
Jack looked down at him from where he was propped up on his elbows.
"Daniel, I don't know what you think the General is going to do, or what you think Teal'c said... But even if you're right, and Teal'c managed to convince him that the team should stay together, it can't last. Look at us... You just put a mark on my neck that will be getting me wolf whistles for a week. And I want to touch you so badly I can't even make myself get up from this bed."
Daniel smiled up at him then. A seductive smile that was all fangs and glistening eyes.
"You don't have to," he murmured. "You don't have to get up. The General doesn't care."
Jack shook his head.
"He does care, Daniel."
"Nope. He doesn't. Teal'c assured him that you've been screwing me senseless for months. Sam backed him up. I dissolved into a puddle of abject humiliation, but when it was all done, the General agreed that he could live with it, and practically gave us his blessing."
Jack just stared at him.
"You have to be kidding me," he managed to stutter. "What do you mean, 'live with it'? What 'it'?"
Daniel trailed a delicate finger over the stinging bruise on Jack's neck.
"You. Me. Lovers and colleagues. Romantically involved. Having wild monkey sex on our own time. All thanks to Teal'c. And Sam. Teal'c and Sam."
He was smiling so smugly that Jack didn't know whether to kiss him, or turn him over his knee and spank him. His dick told him that either would be alright.
Jack settled for kissing.
Daniel was sleeping sprawled on the bed next to him. Jack thought he had just passed out completely, happily face down in the wet spot, but as he had eased away Daniel had muttered and squirmed until he could hook his calf around Jack's. Daniel's palm lay flat over the middle of Jack's chest.
Then he passed out.
Jack smiled to himself, reaching out a long arm and snagging the comforter from the floor by the bed with the tips of his fingers. He thought of all the perfect luxuries of life on the ha'tak and couldn't be happier to have Daniel in his own bed.
He let himself wander through memories of Daniel that he had gotten from the goa'uld. He had carefully avoided doing that while waiting to find out if Daniel was alive or dead. But now Daniel was sleeping safely beside him, and Jack let his mind wander. He thought of Daniel giving in. First angry. Then angry and afraid. Then grieving and defeated. Letting himself reach out for Jack and call for Jack and make love to Jack even when he had no way of being certain that Jack was there. Even when Jack wasn't there. Giving in. Every single time. Except the first time. And the last time.
The first time, Daniel trusted Jack enough to prefer sex with him to sex with his captor.
The last time, Daniel said he wanted him.
The last time Daniel begged him.
But the last time Daniel thought he was about to be abandoned to the enemy.
But this time, Daniel didn't think that. Last night Daniel was happy and open and the only moments of distress were when he was worried about Jack.
Daniel shifted in his sleep, and Jack took the same moment to shift and resettle. He felt achy and stretchy and weirdly slick and loose inside. He wrinkled his nose, realizing he was lying in his own wet spot. He felt a sudden adolescent urge to snicker. Between them, they had cum five times. The whole bed was probably one giant wet spot. He had never imagined that he would want what he and Daniel had done tonight.
"You OK?" Daniel mumbled into the pillow.
"Yeah. Go to sleep."
"Can't sleep with you thinking so loud," Daniel said, wriggling so that he was on his side watching Jack through sleepy eyes, without ever moving his hand or his leg.
"Well, now you know what I have to put up with every time we share a tent," Jack said roughly.
"So?" Daniel prodded him with is foot.
"I was thinking about how the snake screwed with our heads," Jack replied.
"We never wanted this before. Well, I never wanted this before. I mean, maybe I'd think of you... sometimes when I... " he found he couldn't quite say it, and gestured unmistakably with his hand instead. "But I would have never..." and he gestured more broadly. He turned his head to see Daniel, his sleepy, satiated expression, turning wary, and maybe resigned.
"Don't look at me like that! You tell me honestly that you would have spent the night here like this a month ago. Not that a month ago I would have even considered suggesting it."
Daniel shut his eyes.
"No. You're right. We wouldn't have," he admitted quietly. "The snake taught us."
Jack rolled over and catching Daniel by surprise and crushing their tired bodies together.
"And now," he whispered in to Daniel's ear, "I'm not sure I could live without this. I have never, ever, wanted anyone the way I want you. Not Sara. Not anybody. The snake fucked with my head. I know it. But it'd doesn't matter, because it's part of me, and I don't know how to make it go away. I don't even want to make it go away. But that doesn't mean you have to live with it. Or should." He buried his nose in Daniel's hair.
"God, I want you," he confessed, lips moving softly against Daniel's neck. Daniel's arms were tight around him. He pretended not to notice that Daniel cried himself to sleep.
They stood in the Gateroom. Rested. Refreshed. First mission in weeks. A mission they'd usually give to SG-15 to break in some new recruits, not the kind of assignment usually reserved for SG-1. The whole team knew it, but no one had argued. Daniel would look at a few interesting old buildings. Carter would take a few soil samples. The general would take a deep breath.
Standing in the Gateroom, waiting for their first mission since he'd been a snake.
Standing in the Gateroom after two weeks of waking with the scent of Daniel on his pillow and in his sheets. Two weeks of Daniel's damp towels in the bathroom.
Two weeks of Daniel being his lover.
All of them there, waiting for the gate to dial.
Jack wondered if they could do this. Wondered if he could make this work with Daniel in his bed and the memories of the snake in his head and what seemed like the whole world watching.
Then came the shock wave, and he took the first step up the ramp.
Holy freakin' Apophis! I have finished a WIP!
Everyone who cares should run away to thank
green_grrl who came up with the perfect carrot, then skillfully applied the stick.Hmmmmm... *eyes
green_grrl lustfully*If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2006-03-05 05:55 pm (UTC)"You haven't hurt me. Or anyone else. None of this is your fault, but if you leave us now it will be your fault. You'll be hurting all of us."
I like the way "leave us" and "hurting all of us" also means "leave me" and "hurting us."
I LOVE the way Daniel has no hesitations about getting toppy with Jack now that he's not goa'ulded, and Jack has no problems with letting him.
He pretended not to notice that Daniel cried himself to sleep.
Crying right now. In the good way. *sniff* *happy happy happy*
*plasters self to you*
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Date: 2006-03-05 06:07 pm (UTC)*I'm* just doing the happy WIP-is-done dance! :) But especially pleased that you are pleased.
Regarding Daniel and his toppy tendancies, I really thing they should switch. But I can't seem to write him topping, so ha, ha it had to happen out-of-sight.
I'm wondering if that's why the Christmas thing stalled.
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Date: 2006-03-05 07:00 pm (UTC)You have the attitude, anyway. :-)
Poor elf!Jack. After I finish gender thingie, I'll have to get back to cliche!fic. It's all switching.
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Date: 2006-03-07 07:39 pm (UTC)"I thought you were dead," he whispered. "I thought I had murdered you. I don't think I can just go out to IHOP and order some waffles." I love this line so much. Just hadda say.
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Date: 2006-03-10 12:43 am (UTC)A wonderful end. I love this last bit from Jack: "God, I want you," he confessed, lips moving softly against Daniel's neck. It's really beautiful.
I'm so happy to have finished out this ride.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:29 am (UTC)the absolute perfect ending. after all that they still realized what they had with eachother.
i had to go back about 3-4 parts and re read cause its been so long.hehe. and i loved it even more the second time. the pain and the love throughout this whole thing is written so well. and this ending brought tears to my eyes. in a good way ;)
i really loved reading this. im gonna miss having each chapter to look forward to!
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Date: 2006-04-26 12:56 am (UTC)This whole thing...abso-fucking-lutlely perfect. Too many favorite lines to start listing... Gah. Love this. Love all your fic I've read so far.
♥
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Date: 2006-05-04 10:51 am (UTC)It's always so fun when someone finds one of my older things. So glad you liked it.
Regarding height issues... *points to icon* :p
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Date: 2007-08-11 03:03 am (UTC)Possession pt 11 final
Date: 2007-11-22 08:42 am (UTC)A very satisfactory and heartfelt ending!
Well done to you and Greengirl!