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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG for most parts, NC-17 eventually
Warnings: Het content. And OMG! I am warning for SCHMOOP. Dammit. I guess it was bound to happen one day.
Summary: This story is a close cousin of Metamorphosis, except in this story, Daniel really has changed into a woman.
Content/warnings: Het content.
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
The Matrix: This one is Family.
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Previous chapters located here.
One year later
It was the soft, quiet time just before dawn. Daniel stared at the ceiling in the dark and tried to decide what he was going to say to Jack.
"You gonna tell me, or am I gonna have to tickle it out of you?" Jack asked, startling Daniel so badly he nearly yelped. Jack's voice was rough with sleep and the early hour. Daniel never lost his amazement at how differently that early morning voice effected him now, than it had in his other lifetime, when he used to wake up next to Jack in pup-tents in the field, rather than in the cozy cocoon of Jack's comforters and quilts.
"Go ahead and tickle me," Daniel said. "Try it. I told you the last time you did that, if you did it again, I'd kick you to the curb and go shack up with Teal'c."
"You'd never really do that," Jack argued.
"Why not?"
"Uh...."
"I thought so."
"OK, fine. You win. Can I fuck it out of you instead?"
Daniel snorted.
"Such a romantic," he complained, as Jack finally rolled over.
Another one of those things that could still surprise him after all these months. The thrill he got out of Jack touching his naked body. Daniel knew he was probably a terrible feminist in bed. He knew that it sometimes even frustrated Jack, but Daniel liked the feeling of vulnerability he got as he lay on his back and let Jack crawl all over him and eventually take him and use him. He wasn't passive. He'd wrap every part of himself around his lover. Arms, legs, urgent, urging fingers, sweet coaxing tongue, soft, sucking mouth. Daniel loved the weight, the power, the possessiveness of his lover's body. He lived to be held down and fucked out of his mind.
And Jack was never more in the mood for that than just after he woke up. He was sliding over Daniel's body now, his morning wood impossibly hard and already slick. Daniel laughed a gruff morning laugh, and as still often happened, was surprised again at the deeply seductive, completely feminine timbre of the sound.
Jack gave him a good solid fucking. It took Daniel's breath away – well, knocked the breath out of him, but that was what he liked and Jack loved doing it, so it was all good.
Then they were both gasping and post-orgasmic and Daniel was thoroughly enjoying the hedonistic luxuries of the disgusting sliminess of the wet spot and sheets damp with the smell of Jack.
"So?" Jack finally asked.
"Huh?" Daniel responded intelligently.
"Jesus. Are we going to have to do it again?" Jack laughed. "You are in a mood this morning. What day is it?"
Jack had become obsessed with the idea that Daniel's menstrual cycle governed their bedroom activities. It was one of the strangest things yet about this relationship with Jack, but since Daniel was fascinated by the idea, too, he humored him. Unless he didn't feel like humoring him. And then Jack made note of the day in the hormonal cycle that Daniel was an unreasonable, uncooperative bitch.
Daniel was head over heels in love, and it was the weirdest experience of his life.
"It doesn't matter what day it is. You know sex doesn't work on me as an interrogation technique. It just makes me stupid."
Even his voice supported the statement. It was soft and slurred. He sounded more than a little drunk.
"Oh, well. Let's try boring old deadlines. We have an hour and ten minutes to get to the mountain and neither of us has had a shower or coffee yet. What could be so important that it had you awake before the alarm?"
Daniel wondered if he could pretend that Jack was imagining things.
Jack sighed and sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.
"Jack," he said softly. His lover looked back over his shoulder at him.
Daniel sat up, too. The sheet fell away, revealing the flush in his breasts, the softness of his belly. He watched the flash of lust that never failed to flick across Jack's face when he saw Daniel naked, and as always he felt strangely pleased and embarrassed at the same time. He still wasn't over it.
He crawled over to Jack and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him soundly, pulling him back into the bed with him.
"This can't be good," Jack said. His expression was serious now, and the lust was gone.
"Depends on how you look at it," Daniel replied, but he tightened his arms around the man he loved. Jack was going to be very unhappy. Daniel didn't want him to get away.
Jack just continued to watch him. Daniel took a deep breath and shut his eyes.
When he opened them, he just said it.
"I think I should leave SG-1."
Jack's reaction was the worst possible. There was no reaction. He just went completely blank. His eyes got that cold, dead look that reminded Daniel that he shared his bed with a very, very dangerous man.
"Why?" Jack asked him. His voice flat, too.
"It's not fair to you, Jack," he said softly. "You need to be able to make command decisions without worrying about your girlfriend. We both know I don't belong on your team anymore."
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that? Or better yet, General Hammond?"
"It was messy, Jack. Messier than it had to be," Daniel whispered. "George doesn't know that because Teal'c and Sam covered. But I know, and I don't want it to be that close again. Just because of me."
The mission had been a disaster. They all knew it.
"SG-1 can't go on like this, or somebody's going to come back dead and it's going to be my fault."
Jack tried to roll away from him, but Daniel held on, so he ended up on top. Jack scrubbed at his face with both hands.
"So what the fuck are you going to do, then, Daniel? Another team? Sit under the mountain and rot? I know you won't stay cooped up in an office any more than Carter will agree to a permanent research transfer to Area 51."
Daniel paused. The second punch. He was hating this.
The pause was just long enough that Jack figured it out on his own. He shoved Daniel off of him with a surge of strength that startled Daniel and was on his feet pacing the room, angrier than Daniel had seen him in a long time. Maybe ever. Daniel sat up in the bed and drew his knees up to his chest.
"Goddam fucking motherfucker," Jack muttered under his breath.
"Jack," Daniel said, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Don't!" Jack snarled. "It's that bastard Otok, isn't it? His little fantasy where the prettiest, smartest archaeologist he's ever met heads up his private dig on some godforsaken backwater shithole planet..."
"Yes, it is," Daniel said evenly. "I've been playing solder for years, Jack. Dr. Otok is offering me the opportunity to do something I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be able to do ever again. This would be real archaeology, Jack! Where people know about the gate and the goa'uld! I could publish – participate in the academic community again."
"Not to mention that it is a huge project, and he's willing to pay in gold, naquadah, diamonds – whatever form of payment I choose. I could put away a nest egg to invest in my own dig. You know all the places we've walked away from over the years just because they weren't interesting to the SGC. Working for Dr. Otok could give me the opportunity to go back to some of those sites myself, and there are plenty of places off world where people would be interested in my research and findings..."
"Yeah," said Jack heavily. He fell down onto the bed beside Daniel, looking up at him.
"And where does that leave us?" Jack asked sounding defeated. He turned sad eyes to Daniel. Eyes about to spill over. Daniel reached out a tentative hand to touch Jack's cheek. Jack didn't stop him.
"This hasn't been easy," Jack said, whispering so his voice wouldn't crack. "How are we supposed to even have this if you go to live off world? Is that what you want, Daniel? Are you finally done with me?"
Daniel was horrified. Jack dissolved into tears, reaching out for Daniel. He scooped Jack up against his chest, feeling the hot wetness of tears on his bare skin.
"No!" he protested. "Jack, it's not that at all! Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but me leaving the SGC could make this a lot easier. Everyone wouldn't have to pretend not to know about us. We can be open about our relationship. You can arrange to piggyback in and out on regular missions, and 'gate to where I am any time you want."
He pushed Jack back down onto the pillows, using an edge of the sheet to gently wipe his face.
Daniel couldn't believe how Jack was trembling.
"Maybe," Jack agreed. Daniel could tell his heart wasn't in it. "Why would it be me coming to you?"
Daniel blushed a little and told himself that it was now or never. He knew he wanted this, and now it was time to ask Jack.
"As necessary as I think it is for me to get off the team," he began slowly. Jack's eyes were on him. Daniel was suddenly floundering in the knowledge of exactly how much power he had over Jack. He stammered. "As much as I want to go back to archaeology..." he stuttered. "This is all really means to a different end."
He paused to catch his breath. Jack was all solemn eyes, waiting for Daniel to pronounce his doom.
"I'm looking for something that will let me stay in one place for awhile, not spend every day traveling through wormholes."
Now or never, he thought.
"Have you ever wanted to be a daddy again?"
The dig site was still small, but it was growing.
Daniel spent long days with his colleagues on the project, consulting with the head digger, making plans about how best to approach the site and guessing the best places to start.
He gained their intellectual respect relatively quickly, he thought, considering most of them were twice his age in a completely male-dominated academic field. Regardless of the fact that this civilization had exceeded Earth technologically on so many levels, their record on women's rights was poor, and academia trailed behind. He knew that despite this respect, most of them still thought he was heading the dig because he was screwing their patron, but they were fairly forgiving because their patron was exceptionally generous, so Daniel must at least be doing it right.
Sometimes it made him smile, particularly on the days and overnights and long weekends (Earth time) that Jack could 'gate in. They didn't know what to make of this, especially since Dr. Otok was clearly as fond of the Colonel as he was of his "Dani." They clucked their tongues and shook their heads.
It made a few of them hideously jealous, that Dr. Jackson, their genius Tauri whore, wouldn't fuck the rest of them indiscriminately, but that just made Daniel smile, too. Between Dr. Otok's money and Colonel O'Neill's reputation, Daniel could afford to be smug in the face of a few drooling archaeology professors.
It was kind of fun.
Jack was spooned up behind Daniel and had been pumping in and out of Daniel's ass slowly and mercilessly for what seemed like forever. His long, well-oiled fingers were playing over Daniel's clit and pushing into his pussy.
The doctor had said they should give the birth control hormones some time to cycle out of Daniel's system, before they started trying for a baby, and Jack had made it very clear that he wasn't traveling halfway across the galaxy to have hot sex with his long distance girlfriend while wearing a condom.
Jack had maintained this argument even after Daniel pointed out that by Stargate, the trip halfway across the galaxy took less time than the trip across Colorado Springs to Daniel's old apartment.
Jack muttered something about travel time on this side of the 'gate, and then effectively ended the argument by shoving his cock down Daniel's throat. Daniel didn't mind much because he had decided long ago that any argument that ended in oral sex was an argument won.
But now Jack was torturing him. Tormenting him. Daniel wasn't really a multiple orgasm type of girl, but once Jack had talked him into trying it, Jack had quickly discovered that he could get two, or sometimes even three, climaxes out of Daniel when they had sex this way.
His favorite thing to do was to make calm conversational gambits while Daniel was too out of his mind to keep up.
"Are you sure it's safe for sperm to travel through the wormhole?" Jack asked thoughtfully.
But this only got him a storm of breathless giggles.
Jack growled and squeezed a convenient breast, rolling them and crushing Daniel face down into the mattress as he gave up on torture and went straight for the big finish.
"Have I mentioned lately how much I hate you doing this off world?" Jack asked, stroking Daniel's swollen ankles gently, where his feet rested in Jack's lap.
Daniel scowled, looking up from the journal propped against his huge, occasionally squirming belly.
"Actually, no, you haven't, because we resolved this argument months ago. Their maternity and neonatal care are decades ahead of Earth's."
Jack didn't answer, just stared into the fire. Daniel wondered if it was common for the father to be more broody than the mother at this late date in the pregnancy, but having no basis for comparison, went back to his reading. Jack was Jack, after all. It didn't always pay to try to figure him out.
"Daniel?"
He looked up again, trying very hard not to sigh in exasperation.
"Marry me."
Daniel just stared at him. He tried to say what?. He felt his mouth move, but no sound came out.
Jack grimaced.
"Come on, Dani. It can't be that much of a shock."
"Oh, yes. Yes, it can." He choked and started coughing.
Jack watched him through narrowed eyes, offering him his glass of the local citrusade of which he had become so fond during his visits.
Daniel took a few careful sips and tried to catch his breath, sitting up properly and turning toward the fire as well.
"You cannot expect me to be Mrs. Jonathan C. O'Neill? I've done a lot of weird shit since I changed sexes, but somehow, that would be the most bizarre thing yet."
Daniel often thought it was easier for Jack to forget who Daniel used to be. Somehow, Daniel never managed it.
Jack was staring into the fire again.
"Yeah," said Jack. "Bizarre is the word."
He sounded sad. He sighed and tipped over, so that he lay with his head in Daniel's lap, pulling his long legs up onto the couch.
Daniel's fingers made their way into his soft grey hair by reflex.
Daniel couldn't remember if sad Jack had this effect on him before. He felt a compulsion to make it better. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones.
"I don't get it," Daniel said. "You've never mentioned this before. Why now?"
Jack sighed.
"If I tell you the real reason, you'll not only say 'no.' You'll kick my ass back through the Stargate and never speak to me again."
Daniel just stroked his hair soothingly.
After a long time he confessed.
"You're due in three days, Dani. Is it such a terrible thing that I want the baby to be an O'Neill?"
Daniel's hands went still.
"Huh," was all that he could think of to say.
Jack laughed bitterly.
"I'm ridiculously older than you, Daniel. I've been military practically my whole life. My current career aside, and I know you give me huge credit for creative thinking and open-mindedness, but what do you expect?" He rolled onto his back so that he was looking up at Daniel. "We're having a baby. I love you. I want you to be my wife. Not my lover. Not the mother of my bastard child. I want to marry you and make a home for our baby together, and sometimes get to call you Mrs. O'Neill behind your back so the story can get around to you and you can make me pay through the nose for it later."
"Is that so terrible?"
It was Daniel's turn to stare into the fire. Jesus H. Christ. Mrs. Jack O'Neill? He could hardly get his brain around the idea.
While he was thinking, the baby kicked Jack in the head. Jack cut his eyes sidelong at Daniel's belly. Daniel snickered to himself.
"Okay," he said, feeling like seven kinds of idiot, but suddenly completely certain it was what he wanted to do.
The End
Epilogue
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Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG for most parts, NC-17 eventually
Warnings: Het content. And OMG! I am warning for SCHMOOP. Dammit. I guess it was bound to happen one day.
Summary: This story is a close cousin of Metamorphosis, except in this story, Daniel really has changed into a woman.
Content/warnings: Het content.
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
The Matrix: This one is Family.
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckPrevious chapters located here.
One year later
It was the soft, quiet time just before dawn. Daniel stared at the ceiling in the dark and tried to decide what he was going to say to Jack.
"You gonna tell me, or am I gonna have to tickle it out of you?" Jack asked, startling Daniel so badly he nearly yelped. Jack's voice was rough with sleep and the early hour. Daniel never lost his amazement at how differently that early morning voice effected him now, than it had in his other lifetime, when he used to wake up next to Jack in pup-tents in the field, rather than in the cozy cocoon of Jack's comforters and quilts.
"Go ahead and tickle me," Daniel said. "Try it. I told you the last time you did that, if you did it again, I'd kick you to the curb and go shack up with Teal'c."
"You'd never really do that," Jack argued.
"Why not?"
"Uh...."
"I thought so."
"OK, fine. You win. Can I fuck it out of you instead?"
Daniel snorted.
"Such a romantic," he complained, as Jack finally rolled over.
Another one of those things that could still surprise him after all these months. The thrill he got out of Jack touching his naked body. Daniel knew he was probably a terrible feminist in bed. He knew that it sometimes even frustrated Jack, but Daniel liked the feeling of vulnerability he got as he lay on his back and let Jack crawl all over him and eventually take him and use him. He wasn't passive. He'd wrap every part of himself around his lover. Arms, legs, urgent, urging fingers, sweet coaxing tongue, soft, sucking mouth. Daniel loved the weight, the power, the possessiveness of his lover's body. He lived to be held down and fucked out of his mind.
And Jack was never more in the mood for that than just after he woke up. He was sliding over Daniel's body now, his morning wood impossibly hard and already slick. Daniel laughed a gruff morning laugh, and as still often happened, was surprised again at the deeply seductive, completely feminine timbre of the sound.
Jack gave him a good solid fucking. It took Daniel's breath away – well, knocked the breath out of him, but that was what he liked and Jack loved doing it, so it was all good.
Then they were both gasping and post-orgasmic and Daniel was thoroughly enjoying the hedonistic luxuries of the disgusting sliminess of the wet spot and sheets damp with the smell of Jack.
"So?" Jack finally asked.
"Huh?" Daniel responded intelligently.
"Jesus. Are we going to have to do it again?" Jack laughed. "You are in a mood this morning. What day is it?"
Jack had become obsessed with the idea that Daniel's menstrual cycle governed their bedroom activities. It was one of the strangest things yet about this relationship with Jack, but since Daniel was fascinated by the idea, too, he humored him. Unless he didn't feel like humoring him. And then Jack made note of the day in the hormonal cycle that Daniel was an unreasonable, uncooperative bitch.
Daniel was head over heels in love, and it was the weirdest experience of his life.
"It doesn't matter what day it is. You know sex doesn't work on me as an interrogation technique. It just makes me stupid."
Even his voice supported the statement. It was soft and slurred. He sounded more than a little drunk.
"Oh, well. Let's try boring old deadlines. We have an hour and ten minutes to get to the mountain and neither of us has had a shower or coffee yet. What could be so important that it had you awake before the alarm?"
Daniel wondered if he could pretend that Jack was imagining things.
Jack sighed and sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.
"Jack," he said softly. His lover looked back over his shoulder at him.
Daniel sat up, too. The sheet fell away, revealing the flush in his breasts, the softness of his belly. He watched the flash of lust that never failed to flick across Jack's face when he saw Daniel naked, and as always he felt strangely pleased and embarrassed at the same time. He still wasn't over it.
He crawled over to Jack and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him soundly, pulling him back into the bed with him.
"This can't be good," Jack said. His expression was serious now, and the lust was gone.
"Depends on how you look at it," Daniel replied, but he tightened his arms around the man he loved. Jack was going to be very unhappy. Daniel didn't want him to get away.
Jack just continued to watch him. Daniel took a deep breath and shut his eyes.
When he opened them, he just said it.
"I think I should leave SG-1."
Jack's reaction was the worst possible. There was no reaction. He just went completely blank. His eyes got that cold, dead look that reminded Daniel that he shared his bed with a very, very dangerous man.
"Why?" Jack asked him. His voice flat, too.
"It's not fair to you, Jack," he said softly. "You need to be able to make command decisions without worrying about your girlfriend. We both know I don't belong on your team anymore."
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that? Or better yet, General Hammond?"
"It was messy, Jack. Messier than it had to be," Daniel whispered. "George doesn't know that because Teal'c and Sam covered. But I know, and I don't want it to be that close again. Just because of me."
The mission had been a disaster. They all knew it.
"SG-1 can't go on like this, or somebody's going to come back dead and it's going to be my fault."
Jack tried to roll away from him, but Daniel held on, so he ended up on top. Jack scrubbed at his face with both hands.
"So what the fuck are you going to do, then, Daniel? Another team? Sit under the mountain and rot? I know you won't stay cooped up in an office any more than Carter will agree to a permanent research transfer to Area 51."
Daniel paused. The second punch. He was hating this.
The pause was just long enough that Jack figured it out on his own. He shoved Daniel off of him with a surge of strength that startled Daniel and was on his feet pacing the room, angrier than Daniel had seen him in a long time. Maybe ever. Daniel sat up in the bed and drew his knees up to his chest.
"Goddam fucking motherfucker," Jack muttered under his breath.
"Jack," Daniel said, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Don't!" Jack snarled. "It's that bastard Otok, isn't it? His little fantasy where the prettiest, smartest archaeologist he's ever met heads up his private dig on some godforsaken backwater shithole planet..."
"Yes, it is," Daniel said evenly. "I've been playing solder for years, Jack. Dr. Otok is offering me the opportunity to do something I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be able to do ever again. This would be real archaeology, Jack! Where people know about the gate and the goa'uld! I could publish – participate in the academic community again."
"Not to mention that it is a huge project, and he's willing to pay in gold, naquadah, diamonds – whatever form of payment I choose. I could put away a nest egg to invest in my own dig. You know all the places we've walked away from over the years just because they weren't interesting to the SGC. Working for Dr. Otok could give me the opportunity to go back to some of those sites myself, and there are plenty of places off world where people would be interested in my research and findings..."
"Yeah," said Jack heavily. He fell down onto the bed beside Daniel, looking up at him.
"And where does that leave us?" Jack asked sounding defeated. He turned sad eyes to Daniel. Eyes about to spill over. Daniel reached out a tentative hand to touch Jack's cheek. Jack didn't stop him.
"This hasn't been easy," Jack said, whispering so his voice wouldn't crack. "How are we supposed to even have this if you go to live off world? Is that what you want, Daniel? Are you finally done with me?"
Daniel was horrified. Jack dissolved into tears, reaching out for Daniel. He scooped Jack up against his chest, feeling the hot wetness of tears on his bare skin.
"No!" he protested. "Jack, it's not that at all! Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but me leaving the SGC could make this a lot easier. Everyone wouldn't have to pretend not to know about us. We can be open about our relationship. You can arrange to piggyback in and out on regular missions, and 'gate to where I am any time you want."
He pushed Jack back down onto the pillows, using an edge of the sheet to gently wipe his face.
Daniel couldn't believe how Jack was trembling.
"Maybe," Jack agreed. Daniel could tell his heart wasn't in it. "Why would it be me coming to you?"
Daniel blushed a little and told himself that it was now or never. He knew he wanted this, and now it was time to ask Jack.
"As necessary as I think it is for me to get off the team," he began slowly. Jack's eyes were on him. Daniel was suddenly floundering in the knowledge of exactly how much power he had over Jack. He stammered. "As much as I want to go back to archaeology..." he stuttered. "This is all really means to a different end."
He paused to catch his breath. Jack was all solemn eyes, waiting for Daniel to pronounce his doom.
"I'm looking for something that will let me stay in one place for awhile, not spend every day traveling through wormholes."
Now or never, he thought.
"Have you ever wanted to be a daddy again?"
The dig site was still small, but it was growing.
Daniel spent long days with his colleagues on the project, consulting with the head digger, making plans about how best to approach the site and guessing the best places to start.
He gained their intellectual respect relatively quickly, he thought, considering most of them were twice his age in a completely male-dominated academic field. Regardless of the fact that this civilization had exceeded Earth technologically on so many levels, their record on women's rights was poor, and academia trailed behind. He knew that despite this respect, most of them still thought he was heading the dig because he was screwing their patron, but they were fairly forgiving because their patron was exceptionally generous, so Daniel must at least be doing it right.
Sometimes it made him smile, particularly on the days and overnights and long weekends (Earth time) that Jack could 'gate in. They didn't know what to make of this, especially since Dr. Otok was clearly as fond of the Colonel as he was of his "Dani." They clucked their tongues and shook their heads.
It made a few of them hideously jealous, that Dr. Jackson, their genius Tauri whore, wouldn't fuck the rest of them indiscriminately, but that just made Daniel smile, too. Between Dr. Otok's money and Colonel O'Neill's reputation, Daniel could afford to be smug in the face of a few drooling archaeology professors.
It was kind of fun.
Jack was spooned up behind Daniel and had been pumping in and out of Daniel's ass slowly and mercilessly for what seemed like forever. His long, well-oiled fingers were playing over Daniel's clit and pushing into his pussy.
The doctor had said they should give the birth control hormones some time to cycle out of Daniel's system, before they started trying for a baby, and Jack had made it very clear that he wasn't traveling halfway across the galaxy to have hot sex with his long distance girlfriend while wearing a condom.
Jack had maintained this argument even after Daniel pointed out that by Stargate, the trip halfway across the galaxy took less time than the trip across Colorado Springs to Daniel's old apartment.
Jack muttered something about travel time on this side of the 'gate, and then effectively ended the argument by shoving his cock down Daniel's throat. Daniel didn't mind much because he had decided long ago that any argument that ended in oral sex was an argument won.
But now Jack was torturing him. Tormenting him. Daniel wasn't really a multiple orgasm type of girl, but once Jack had talked him into trying it, Jack had quickly discovered that he could get two, or sometimes even three, climaxes out of Daniel when they had sex this way.
His favorite thing to do was to make calm conversational gambits while Daniel was too out of his mind to keep up.
"Are you sure it's safe for sperm to travel through the wormhole?" Jack asked thoughtfully.
But this only got him a storm of breathless giggles.
Jack growled and squeezed a convenient breast, rolling them and crushing Daniel face down into the mattress as he gave up on torture and went straight for the big finish.
"Have I mentioned lately how much I hate you doing this off world?" Jack asked, stroking Daniel's swollen ankles gently, where his feet rested in Jack's lap.
Daniel scowled, looking up from the journal propped against his huge, occasionally squirming belly.
"Actually, no, you haven't, because we resolved this argument months ago. Their maternity and neonatal care are decades ahead of Earth's."
Jack didn't answer, just stared into the fire. Daniel wondered if it was common for the father to be more broody than the mother at this late date in the pregnancy, but having no basis for comparison, went back to his reading. Jack was Jack, after all. It didn't always pay to try to figure him out.
"Daniel?"
He looked up again, trying very hard not to sigh in exasperation.
"Marry me."
Daniel just stared at him. He tried to say what?. He felt his mouth move, but no sound came out.
Jack grimaced.
"Come on, Dani. It can't be that much of a shock."
"Oh, yes. Yes, it can." He choked and started coughing.
Jack watched him through narrowed eyes, offering him his glass of the local citrusade of which he had become so fond during his visits.
Daniel took a few careful sips and tried to catch his breath, sitting up properly and turning toward the fire as well.
"You cannot expect me to be Mrs. Jonathan C. O'Neill? I've done a lot of weird shit since I changed sexes, but somehow, that would be the most bizarre thing yet."
Daniel often thought it was easier for Jack to forget who Daniel used to be. Somehow, Daniel never managed it.
Jack was staring into the fire again.
"Yeah," said Jack. "Bizarre is the word."
He sounded sad. He sighed and tipped over, so that he lay with his head in Daniel's lap, pulling his long legs up onto the couch.
Daniel's fingers made their way into his soft grey hair by reflex.
Daniel couldn't remember if sad Jack had this effect on him before. He felt a compulsion to make it better. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones.
"I don't get it," Daniel said. "You've never mentioned this before. Why now?"
Jack sighed.
"If I tell you the real reason, you'll not only say 'no.' You'll kick my ass back through the Stargate and never speak to me again."
Daniel just stroked his hair soothingly.
After a long time he confessed.
"You're due in three days, Dani. Is it such a terrible thing that I want the baby to be an O'Neill?"
Daniel's hands went still.
"Huh," was all that he could think of to say.
Jack laughed bitterly.
"I'm ridiculously older than you, Daniel. I've been military practically my whole life. My current career aside, and I know you give me huge credit for creative thinking and open-mindedness, but what do you expect?" He rolled onto his back so that he was looking up at Daniel. "We're having a baby. I love you. I want you to be my wife. Not my lover. Not the mother of my bastard child. I want to marry you and make a home for our baby together, and sometimes get to call you Mrs. O'Neill behind your back so the story can get around to you and you can make me pay through the nose for it later."
"Is that so terrible?"
It was Daniel's turn to stare into the fire. Jesus H. Christ. Mrs. Jack O'Neill? He could hardly get his brain around the idea.
While he was thinking, the baby kicked Jack in the head. Jack cut his eyes sidelong at Daniel's belly. Daniel snickered to himself.
"Okay," he said, feeling like seven kinds of idiot, but suddenly completely certain it was what he wanted to do.
The End
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Date: 2006-05-16 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-16 01:12 pm (UTC)Not so sure that 9 or 11 years (depending on which prop canon) really counts as ridiculous though...
Jack and Daniel's respective ages
Date: 2006-05-16 01:19 pm (UTC)Perhaps I should have an additional warning or author's note or something. I come from an RPS writing background. Another fandom, but still. Anyway, in my mind Jack is RDA's age and Daniel is MS' age and therefore Jack is just under 21 years older than Daniel.
I know. I'm a weirdo. But that's the world I live in and what can I do?
It also makes J/D established relationship very hard on me, because in my mind Daniel's just setting himself up to lose another loved one far too early.
Heh.
Re: Jack and Daniel's respective ages
Date: 2006-05-16 02:30 pm (UTC)But then again, I'm a canon detail Beta and fairly obsessive as such
Also, if Jack is still thinking of him as "Daniel", possibly his dialogue should read "Danny" instead of "Dani"? I was just thinking of how the gender continuity would work there. It's not important, just something that came to mind.
Re: Jack and Daniel's respective ages
Date: 2006-05-16 02:38 pm (UTC)Plus, with RDA, I'm set up to defy canon anyway, because during whatever season of MacGyver it was, he had is 30th birthday, even though he was also a Vietnam vet, and since as far as I recall, MacGyver was set in real time, that would have made Mac like 15 in Nam. Clearly MacGyver cannon made no sense whatsoever.
One of my problems - RDA and MS both more or less look their ages. My brain won't buy in. But like I said, I acknowledge that it's my problem. That's why I didn't make the age difference I was thinking about more specific in the text. Let's me have my own vision of reality without, hopefully, bugging a canon adherent like yourself *too* much.
Reagarding Danny and Dani, Jack is still struggling with this, just like Daniel is. He's Daniel til Jack wants him to be a woman after all, then he's Dani. So I did that on purpose, though perhaps it is too subtle for a context like this. I feel like with the tight Daniel POV in this story, I've got a lot of Jack in my head that hasn't come out quite like I wanted it to.
Re: Jack and Daniel's respective ages
Date: 2006-05-16 03:04 pm (UTC)I don't expect anything resembling realism from MacGyver because he'd be DEAD if that were the case (he probably survives more due to the bad guys being overdramatic IDIOTS more than the little devices)
Re: Jack and Daniel's respective ages
Date: 2006-05-16 03:33 pm (UTC)Re: Jack and Daniel's respective ages
Date: 2006-05-16 03:42 pm (UTC)Heh. That's what babies are good for.
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Date: 2006-05-16 03:12 pm (UTC);-)
I was actually just thinking about this story a day or two ago, so I was really glad to see another installment. I'm looking forward to the A ending.
and it had better be happy, or else
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Date: 2006-05-16 03:44 pm (UTC)*blushes*
It's het, disguised as slash. That's why it worked. :D
*fears the "or else"*
Yes, ma'am!
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Date: 2006-05-16 04:10 pm (UTC)Mpreg!Hot hot hot morning sex! These two melt my knickers!
And the emotional power they have over each other -- *trembles for them both*
I love Dani secure in his position with Otok and Jack, and the rest of the old buggers quietly seething. Yes!
I want you to be my wife. Not my lover. Not the mother of my bastard child. I want to marry you and make a home for our baby together, and sometimes get to call you Mrs. O'Neill behind your back so the story can get around to you and you can make me pay through the nose for it later.
That is the most romantic proposal ever!!! (says she who hates wedding fic) ♥ ♥ ♥
And I'm totally adopting "any argument that ended in oral sex was an argument won" as my new maxim. *nods*
*smooch!*
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Date: 2006-05-16 04:27 pm (UTC)Mpreg. In honor of my current state...Besides, if I was going to have Daniel stay a girl, then it *had* to be done! :)
Then, of course, there *had* to be a marriage proposal. I did, however, draw the line at actual wedding fic. :)
Delighted as ever that you seem so pleased! :)
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Date: 2006-05-16 07:06 pm (UTC)JuniorBrainstorm to come on out already! I have a pressie for you. :-)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-03 01:35 pm (UTC)Wonder what they're gonna name the baby. Hee. And I love Dani's offworld job! Hee!
Nicely done but I cannot WAIT till you finish the other ending. *smooch*
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Date: 2006-06-03 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-04 10:05 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-01-25 03:32 am (UTC)thank you so much for exploring this. i really enjoyed it.
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Date: 2007-01-25 03:55 am (UTC)Meanwhile, your icon never fails to make me smirk.
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Date: 2007-01-27 01:18 pm (UTC)i think i like it so much because it totally works as a STORY, and it's also all meta-y without being preachy, which i adore, and also it's crack yet it's NOT, and you also made me love the "choose your ending" thing which usually i hate, but you sold me on it.
it's truly excellent on all these vectors. and the more you think about it, the better it gets.
i'm going to be reccing it eventually. i'm coming up with a recs post of doom.....
thanks again. what a wonderful piece of work. i'm so glad i found it.
the way you unfold daniel's examination of his own changing desires, the way you comment on the nature of gender and sexuality THROUGH THE FIC is just wonderful. i think i said that before but it bears repeating.
Long ish review
Date: 2007-05-28 08:35 pm (UTC)I do have a bit of a problem with rough het!sex because Daniel is physically weaker than Jack here, and a bit helpless if it wouldn't be for his Teal'C card (the scene where Teal'C threatens SG5 is very funny).
I must say this ending is a bit depressing (sorry!) It might be that I have read too many slash fics, but it seems that to be turned into a woman would feel like a demotion of sorts. And I felt that Jack was rubbing the fact in a bit much.
The final part with him fucking all three of Daniel's orifices (well two anyway) seemed a bit like he was trying to drive home the point that not only is Daniel now the woman in the relationship, but the eternal bottom as well. It was just a bit too rough for my tastes. Sorry!
I'm left with the task of trying to figure out how girl!Daniel looks like. Not like MS in drag because that would just look odd. Just like a female version of him with Carter's hair cut. Twin sister... hmm.
Finally, very ambitious to write multiple endings!
Re: Long ish review
Date: 2007-05-29 10:27 am (UTC)First, I should point out that I never intended for Daniel to stay a woman when I first wrote this, but a couple of readers shamed me into doing a second ending - implying that it was a cop-out for me to let Daniel change back instantly after having sex, rather than see the story through to a conclusion that matched its own internal logic. So I did this het ending as a second thought. But to me it does follow that Daniel would continue to come to terms with his feminine self, and that the adjustment to a het relationship with a straight male lover would just be another step down his road.
Maybe the difference lies exactly where you said. You and Jack seem to agree that Daniel's change was essentially a negative thing for Daniel - a demotion, as you describe it. By the end of the story, though, I don't think Daniel views it that way anymore. He was angry at the beginning, but the whole story is about how he deals with his unexpected change in circumstances in a more or less positive way.
You may be right that I wrote their first sex scene a little darkly. I felt that, myself, when I wrote it, but it seemed to flow that way, with Jack's anger and conflicted emotions and Daniel's newness to the process. Still, I don't think that Daniel's physical condition necessariliy means that he will be submissive - the emotional bottom in the relationship. He just has sex the way a woman has sex.
Very thought-provoking feedback, though. I can definitely see this being one view on what I wrote, though it was certainly not what I intended.
Thank you so much for reading, and I'm please that you were happy with the other ending. :)
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Date: 2007-05-29 10:28 am (UTC)Re: Long ish review
Date: 2007-05-29 09:23 pm (UTC)Yes, multiple endings are the way of the future, hehe. Choose your own adventure slash.
Thanks so much for your detailed reply. I enjoy a good fic discussion, and this was a fic that inspired it. I'll try to get through your angst endings as well. (-> masochist)
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Date: 2007-11-10 08:17 am (UTC)Adjustments B2
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