Skeletal Remains, Part 3
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brainofckTitle: Skeletal Remains (3/4 plus probable epilogue)
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: JO/SC, JO/SC/DJ, JO/DJ, JO/CM, JS/RM/VMD implied
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A terrible, horrible stranded story.
Content/warnings: Character death. I can't emphasize this enough. I have been referring to this as the character death fic of doom.
Words: Full piece is over 12,500 words and counting. This section approximately 4800 words.
Beta: None! Bwahahahahahaha!
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
The Matrix: Years. The Matrix is located here.
Part 1
Part 2
"Whatcha doin'?"
Jack whirled and had his gun on Daniel before he could stop himself. Daniel stood very still, eyes a little wide.
"Jeez! Don't sneak up on a guy!"
"Riiight. Or its bullet-between-the-eyes time," Daniel muttered.
Jack made a show of putting a hand over his thundering heart, then turned back to the tray he was studying.
"So. Whatcha doin'?"
"Nuthin'," Jack replied, just to be annoying. Then he thought, "Hey!"
He reached out and grabbed Daniel's left wrist.
"You got here just in time."
He lifted one of the larger bands from the tray and slipped it carefully onto Daniel's ring finger. Ha. Perfect fit, first try. Must be fate.
He looked up at Daniel's face. His lover was staring at the ring in surprise. Maybe startled by its sudden appearance.
"What do you think?" Jack asked quietly.
Daniel raised his eyes to Jack's. There was a soft look there. Something. Then his lips twitched at the corners.
"Very romantic. Grab me, jam a ring on my finger. I feel like I got married by mugging. You went down on one knee for Sam."
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I could still..."
"Ah! Too late!" Daniel said, raising a pre-emptory hand.
"OK, then..."Jack said thoughtfully. Daniel must have caught the gleam in his eye, because his eyes got bigger again and he began edging away. He made a sudden dash for it, but Jack was ready for him, cutting him off at the corner and shoving him up against the wall.
After a brief struggle to get Daniel's fly undone, he went down on both knees, and Daniel said "yes." Enthusiastically. A lot of times.
"What about you?" Daniel panted, slumping down the wall to sit face-to-face with his new husband.
"Give an old man a break," Jack complained, climbing back to his feet and hauling Daniel up after him. "I've got another ring to deliver and a wife back home to satisfy tonight."
Daniel snorted.
"I think that Sam would be the first to point out that..."
"Ah, ah, ah," replied Jack. "None of that. Help me pick the right size."
They had agreed that Daniel's plan to live off the land was a good one, and now they were going about the nitty-gritty of making, or at least starting, a map of available foods to help them find what they needed when they needed it.
"If we ever needed proof that we are the last humans on this planet, this is it," Daniel said. Which wasn't strictly true, Jack thought, but the smell of ripe berries was heavy in the air, and he was sure it was proof of something.
"Thanks, Dr. Bringdown," he groused and thrust a bucket at Daniel. "Go make yourself useful."
They had spent the afternoon crawling around in the dirt, but it was totally worth it.
Jack reached into the colander and pulled out a small, ripe berry. He chewed it thoughtfully, then rolled over to Sam, his companion on the blanket, and kissed her open-mouthed, feeding her the berry.
She licked the juices away, then reached behind him for a berry of her own.
It was a warm night. They spent it under the stars. In the morning, Daniel said, "You have strawberry seeds on your butt." Jack just waggled it at him, and strolled down to the water to wash.
Their database was growing. In addition to several big berry farms, they had found grains, beans, potatoes; groves of hard fruits and citrus. They had also found canned fruits and jam, as well as full silos, and milling facilities that Sam could get going if she hooked up one of her generators.
"There. Set down over there," Daniel ordered. Jack landed the tel'tak by a suspiciously orderly grove of trees. They all climbed out.
Now Sam was appraising the trees.
"I think these are cherries, don't you?" She asked, turning to Daniel. But Daniel was focused on the hedge that adjoined the orchard. From the air it had appeared to be long rows of some vine. Possibly a vineyard.
Daniel was touching the leaves, and examining the flowers.
He sauntered back over to them, smiling to himself.
"Yeah. I think you're right, Sam. How long until they're ripe, do you think?"
"Okay, Danny boy. What are you grinning about?" Jack asked suspiciously.
Daniel's face suddenly became very serious.
"Me?" He asked, the smirk lurking just at the corners of his mouth.
"You," Sam replied. She was eying the vines now, trying to figure out what they were.
"Oh, nothing," said Daniel, sounding bored, giving Jack a sidelong look out of the corner of his eye, and letting the smile creep out again. "Nothing that would interest anyone here."
Jack leaped for him, but Daniel was expecting it. He took off into the rows of vines.
"I'm not chasing you!" Sam yelled after them in laughing exasperation. "And take your pants off this time!" She bellowed. "I'm on laundry duty this week!" Up ahead of him, Daniel positively cackled in glee.
Jack had to hand it to him. The man could run. But he also wanted to be caught. After running full-out through a damned field, Jack didn't really feel bad when his flying tackle left Daniel a little winded. As Daniel gasped for breath through his laughter, Jack ground down against that enticing, tight ass.
Oh, yeah. Now was the time.
"You heard her, Daniel, pants off!"
With some squirming, they were flesh to flesh. Daniel was on his hands and knees and Jack was kneeling behind him.
Suddenly, more than anything in the world, Jack wanted to be planted to the balls in Daniel. He ran his hands possessively over Daniel's butt and thighs. Daniel shifted a little nervously, but Jack had ended up kneeling on Daniel's shoved-down pants, so the man below him was effectively pinned.
"Jack?" Daniel whispered.
"That's me," he replied soothingly, just before he buried his face in Daniel's gorgeous ass.
The first touch of his tongue practically made Daniel leap out of his skin, but then it was all nasty slurping and panting whimpers. He started finger-fucking him as he tongued him and it wasn't too hard. When Jack bumped his gland, Daniel nearly collapsed into a puddle of melted sex. All he had was spit for lube, but Daniel was so relaxed at this point that it worked like a charm.
He was slow and careful entering him, but Daniel was ready for it, his body accepting Jack's intrusion easily, Daniel hissing out a breath and grunting, but then writhing wantonly under the combined stimulation of his perineum and prostate.
Jack had known it would be good. In their explorations, it was clear that Daniel, straight or not, was hardwired for ass fucking – beautifully sensitive in all the right places. As Jack set up a cautious rhythm, Daniel started moaning, and only got louder as it went on. When Jack finally started pumping Daniel's dick, he exploded with a full-throated yell, collapsing into the grass and dirt. Jack pounded him another half a dozen times and lost it.
He lay there, crushing Daniel into the ground, considering having a nap, when he realized Daniel was giggling. The giggling was causing him to gasp for air, and he started struggling under Jack's weight. Jack rolled off onto his back.
Daniel rolled over too, so that they now lay, side by side, looking up at the sky through the tendrils of the hedges growing on either side of them.
Daniel lifted a lazy arm to point at the plants.
"You know what those are?" he asked, rolling up onto an elbow and looking at Jack.
"What?" Jack asked gamely.
"Humulus lupulus," Daniel said solemnly, with a grin tugging the corners of his mouth.
"Don't make do that again, or you won't be walking straight for days, virgin boy," Jack growled threateningly, reaching down to palm his still half-hard cock.
Daniel's grin grew, as he cut his eyes down toward Jack's crotch.
"Your interrogation techniques are terrible," Daniel chided him. "But I'll tell you anyway. Those, Colonel O'Neill, are hops."
He grinned smugly.
"Hops? As in key-ingredient-in-beer hops?"
"Those would be the ones," Daniel agreed.
Jack sat up grinning, tugging one of the branches down so he could look at it.
"So how do we do it?!" Jack crowed.
Jack found him in what was clearly the rare books room. All the volumes were leather-bound and the room had that old books smell. Many were behind glass and the rest were in stacks that lined the walls all the way up to the twenty-foot ceilings. The lower shelves were behind intricate wrought iron gates.
The carpeting was rich and plush, and the reading tables and chairs were heavy wood heavily carved. The tables were topped with a light, beautifully flecked granite. The windows appeared to be studded with colored glass, that cast rainbows randomly around the room.
It was a room to inspire learning, study and awe.
Daniel was across the room. He was a few steps up on the rolling stairway contraption that gave access to the higher shelves of the stacks. He was wearing a pair of those tight, clingy pants in a soft dark blue fabric. Daniel had found a store full of that stuff about a year ago and now he hardly wore anything else. Daniel said the fabric was comfortable. Jack thought the pants were hot. He suspected Daniel knew that.
Jack was suddenly feeling a heck of a lot of inspiration. And awe. Loads of awe.
"Hey," he said softly, not wanting to startle him.
Daniel turned and gave him a grin.
"Heard you coming."
Jack didn't even start the argument. He didn't bother anymore. Someday, the footsteps in the hall might belong to somebody besides himself or Sam and it drove him crazy that Daniel didn't even bother to glance up anymore, but Daniel wasn't really a constant vigilance kind of guy. Hopefully, if it was ever anybody else, they would be friendlies.
Jack refused to be distracted by this old worry. He turned his attention to the books around him. He was inspired. Inspiration should be acted upon.
"Whatcha doin' in here, anyway?" he asked, by way of small talk. He went over to a horizontal display case under the windows. Ah. There was what he wanted. A huge leather bound volume, with a carved leather cover. Jack took out his utility knife and popped the simple lock so he could slide the lid to the side.
"Hoping that I'll find a book in here that's rare because it is in a text I can read," Daniel replied absently.
Jack lifted his find out of the case. It felt like it weighted fifty pounds. He lugged it over to the end of the nearest reading table. It was positioned under the center window, and rainbows fell all across its surface. Jack opened the book. The sides extended over the edges of the wide tabletop. The pages were done in hand-drawn calligraphy, gold leaf decorating the letters, drawings hand colored.
It was a work of art.
Daniel appeared at his shoulder, attracted by whatever had attracted Jack's attention. He was smiling softly, but when he caught the look on Jack's face, his expression quickly shifted to suspicious.
Jack stepped up to him and touched the side of his face. Daniel almost stepped back or flinched away. This kind of intimacy was still new enough that it caught Daniel by surprise when Jack brought it into an unexpected context. But here they were, no one to see today, not even Sam, so why not indulge in his every desire to touch Daniel, inside or outside, kiss him while he was studying, or catch his hand in the street, or press him up against a tree to enjoy a little friction. There was so much they couldn't have here. Jack refused to forego one of the few, amazing things he could have.
Jack caught Daniel around the waist with a long arm. Daniel was getting better at this, because after the initial surprise, he didn't stiffen or resist. He came willingly, a new, even happier smile on his face as he reached up to create symmetry, his fingers tracing Jack's neck and jaw.
"Did you need something?" Daniel drawled, voice rich and amused.
"You. Naked. Five minutes ago," Jack growled.
"Oh. Well. I missed the window then," replied Daniel, assuming a disappointed air.
"Luckily, the program plans for the tardiness of its sexiest archaeologist," Jack said, and without further ado, went to his knees, hooking his thumbs in the waist of Daniel's pants on the way down and taking them with him as he went. Daniel laughed a surprised laugh, steadying himself reflexively by placing his open palm on the page of the book, only to yank it away like he'd singed it. The hand landed squarely on the back of Jack's head instead.
Which was fine by him. He was already busy with Daniel's cock, which was rapidly swelling, nudging him on the chin, then the cheek. He licked and teased and nuzzled, 'til there were slicks of precum and his own saliva on his face. He leaned in to suck one of Daniel's testicles.
"Jack!" Daniel panted. "Just get on with it. I don't think I can stand up much longer if you keep going like that."
Jack surged to his feet, grinning.
He brazenly slapped the open pages of the book.
"Put your ass there, Danny boy."
Daniel was horrified.
Jack slipped out of his coat and folded it to make a pillow. The book would make a lovely bed. He turned and pressed up against Daniel again, grinding against him, kissing his neck.
"Tonight, I want Sam to ask how you got gold pieces and ink stains all over your back and purple paint on your butt."
Daniel jerked away and crossed his arms, scowling defiantly. Which was a really interesting look with the massive hard on he was sporting. Jack found it disturbingly hot, actually. He took the pause as an opportunity to lose his shirt and start on his pants.
"No! I won't! I don't care if we are the last people who see this civilization before it crumbles to dust. We have an obligation to these people, Jack!"
Inwardly, Jack sighed. He wouldn't. There was no point in pursuing it any further.
He kicked off his boots and pants, and turned to the table. He rearranged so that the book went where the jacket-pillow was, and the jacket became a cover to separate cold stone from hot flesh. The turned to Daniel.
"There." He walked up and took Daniel by the erection, so that his eyes grew large and he fluttered his crossed arms a bit. "Don't make me pick you up and put you on that table," he murmured, tugging a little on his handful, smirking a little as he lead Daniel by the dick over to the table where he could tip him backwards and leer down at him.
They had done this a few times in a practical way – doggie style, to make it easier, so that Daniel could get used to being fucked. And that was good. Thinking about it always made Jack's dick weep. But here, in this place, with rainbows playing over Daniel's belly and thighs, Jack wanted to make love to him. Make love to him in a place of beauty and knowledge. A place where learning was a puzzle to be solved, a prize to be won.
Daniel was watching him somewhat apprehensively. It was still new, and they hadn't done this position yet. Jack wondered if Daniel had even considered this way was possible. Probably. There was plenty of perverted stuff in ancient cultures. Daniel could probably tell him what they were about to do in Greek, Latin, and Ancient Egyptian. He'd probably just never thought about actually doing it before.
Jack gently caught him under one thigh and urged him to lift his leg up to hook his ankle over Jack's shoulder. He turned his head to kiss the hard bone there, the inside of Daniel's calf, the soft inner thigh above the knee. Then he slipped his hand under the other thigh, and kept pushing until he could place soft licks and kisses and nibbles on the back of his knee.
Well. Jack hadn't known before, but he certainly did now. He had Daniel writhing now, book, table, and library probably all completely forgotten and Daniel squirmed and wriggled. He was panting and moaning.
And begging.
"Oh... ungh..... please... oh, yeah, oh, please, like that... Jack!"
Jack fumbled in the pocket of the jacket under Daniel til he found the little sachet of lubricant. The luridly explicit packaging had made it one item in the drug store they had no problem identifying.
By the time he started teasing Daniel's hole, the man was practically thrusting himself down on Jack's finger. With Daniel reacting like that, he didn't waste a lot of time getting in. Daniel's whole body arched as Jack pressed home and he gave a long whine, then Jack pulled back again and he growled. As Jack set up a rhythm, for the first time he got to see the beauty of Daniel getting fucked. No defenses. Nothing to hold onto or hide behind. He had extended his arms back over his head, sprawled over the book, sometimes gripping the edge of its cover, sometimes curling his arms over his face, only to throw them open again when Jack stroked over his prostate or gave his dick a twisting pull.
He was chanting Jack's name. Breathing it. And when he came, he arched one last time and yelled it.
"Jack!"
His cum was ribbons of white, splattering Daniel, the jacket, and the book.
Jack approached the edge of the campsite, having taken a detour to collect the fish he'd left in the water.
"What's that in your hair?" he heard Sam ask Daniel.
"Hmmmmm?" Daniel replied distractedly. Jack walked over to set the fish by their fire. Daniel was studying one of his board books.
"Is that... glitter?!"
Jack snickered.
The fermentation was finally done and they had been tasting and bottling their first batch of beer all day. He was well and thoroughly soused, and couldn't be happier about it. He had just enough coordination left to carry the crated bottles from their fermenter to the tel'tak without dropping them or falling over his own feet.
Daniel hadn't had that much coordination in over an hour, Jack thought in amusement.
He was coming up on the camp when he heard them arguing.
"This isn't working," he heard Sam say belligerently.
No way was he mixing in. He set his crate down behind a convenient patch of trees, pulled out a bottle, and popped the cork as he sat down. It was weird for beer to have a cork and he would rather it was cold, but hey. Beer.
Sam was angry and Daniel was giggling. Though he though maybe Danny was sobering up pretty fast.
"What's not working?" Daniel said, in a passable attempt to pretend he was sober.
"You never sleep with us," she declared, pointing an accusatory finger. "You always run off, and then Jack follows you like you're a bitch in heat. I have no idea what the two of you get up to. It's like you're having an affair. Jack's cheating on me."
Uh, oh. This was bad. Jack cringed and set his bottle down.
"Sam, how can he be cheating on you? This was your idea, if you remember. The thought hadn't even occurred to me until the two of you created this..." he gestured vaguely.
"Well, I didn't think we were going to be two couples – the two of us, with Jack in the middle. I thought we would do this together. You know, all of us." She sounded weepy. She'd gone from angry to maudlin in a heartbeat. Definitely drunk.
"I didn't understand that you felt like that," Daniel replied, all sympathy and concern. He walked over to Sam's chair and pulled her up into a comforting hug. At least, Jack thought it was meant to be comforting. Sam clearly had other plans.
She was all over him. And although Daniel seemed a bit taken by surprise, it wasn't long til he was giving as good as he got. They were kissing wet, nasty kisses, her hands buried in his shaggy hair, his fingers nimbly undoing every fastener they came across til he had undressed both of them, more or less, and they were making out in the dusk on the blankets by the fire. For a while Jack was tempted just to stay right where he was and enjoy the porn, but the sight of Daniel's naked dick and his tongue licking Sam's perfect nipples brought him out of hiding. Jack figured they couldn't possibly mind if he got in on the action.
Though the action was moving quickly and Sam was riding Daniel hard, just the way she liked it, before Jack even had his boots off.
"Pervert," she said sweetly. "I wondered if you were even going to bother coming out of the bushes."
He just grinned and finished getting naked.
Daniel's choked cry brought their eyes back to him. He sat up and grabbed her around the shoulders, shuddering into her and she laughed breathlessly until he stopped her with a long, passionate kiss.
Daniel slumped backwards, taking her with him. As they shifted position, he slipped out. The view was so good that rather than disturb them, Jack just shoved his way between two uncooperative pairs of legs and entered her from behind. She groaned in satisfaction, and Jack almost lost it like a teenager, surprised at the hot slickness of Daniel's cum inside her. He didn’t bother with finesse and certainly didn't hold back. Sam liked it rough when he did her from behind. She claimed she got the best orgasms that way. And soon enough she was muffling her yells in Daniel's shoulder. Jack came to the sound of Daniel's laughter.
All-in-all, it was some of the best sex he had ever had.
He couldn't even bring himself to regret it the next morning when a thoroughly hung over Sam said, flinging her cycle beads on the ground, "Nobody even thought to ask the drunk girl if she remembered what day of the month it was?!" then stomped off to vomit in the bushes by Jack's crate and refused to talk to them for three days.
Because after the three days, they always slept together. All three of them. And that made up for a lot of bad shit.
Sam stood in the doorway, tipped back a little to balance her huge belly. Sunlight flooded the huge store.
She turned to Daniel and grinned broadly.
"It's all mine!" she crowed delightedly. Baby supplies. Toys. Clothes. Equipment and furnishings. Everything from shelves of disposable diapers to teething rings to training potties.
As she took it all in, her smile dimmed a little.
"It's completely wrong for me to think that, isn't it?"
Probably, Jack thought.
"Of course not," Jack said, with his best sweet, reassuring smile.
Sam lightened up as Jack came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her huge belly, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"OK, don't forget where we parked! So what do we need first?"
"Diapers," said Daniel emphatically, and headed toward the back of the store with confidence. Jack watched him go and realized something.
Daniel had picked this place and lead them to this treasure trove of baby wonders.
Daniel knew exactly where the diapers were.
Daniel had been off for a couple of days working on some project or other about which he had been very vague and made only the most confusing explanations.
They had assumed that he was just scouting for a place. But Jack could not see a single human skeleton anywhere in sight.
Jack was suddenly very sure about what Daniel had been doing.
Daniel had spent two days removing the skeletons of babies and children from this store. He had gone through it aisle by aisle, respectfully carrying away mothers and fathers and babies and children as a gift to Sam, so her delight in this day wouldn't be spoiled.
She trundled off to the clothes, making delighted noises.
Daniel emerged from the depths of the store with a box of diapers under each arm.
"I'm pretty sure I've got the numbering system down. These are the big sizes..."
Jack cut him off, striding forward and meeting him, grabbing his face, lacing his fingers through his hair, and kissed him within an inch of his life.
"Jeez, get a room," Sam said in amusement as she walked by with an armload of clothing.
At the end of the day, the cargo hold was neatly packed with all the supplies they could possibly need for child-rearing for at least, oh, five years or so.
It was reassuring, in a way, to see all the cargo cases, carefully labeled and packed in the order that they would be needed, clothes and shoes for an older child behind, infant supplies and layette near the front. It made their living space smaller, and it might actually start to feel a little tight once Sam had finished the nursery, which she was presently enclosing in a huge play yard and which included a child bed of Sam's own design and a number of other accoutrements. Their baby would be provided for in high style, even if they would have to sleep on the floor and fold up their bed every morning to have any room to make breakfast.
Which reminded him that it was his turn to fold out the mattress and make the bed. Daniel turned to the task with a smile, though he felt a hollowness inside. An ache. He took the bed-maker's prerogative and chose to sleep in the middle, their two hot bodies draped around him not quite enough to keep the tiny ghosts away.
"Do you think we should be worried?" Sam whispered loudly, propping her chin on Jack's chest to look at Daniel and his new toy.
"I dunno," he replied in his own stage whisper.
"Oh, cut it out, guys. I just like it," Daniel said in exasperation. He cradled his little friend to his bare chest with a large protective hand.
"Have you been holding out on us all this time, Daniel?" Sam asked. "Do you have a secret closet full of your stuffed animal collection back home?"
Jack wondered if it said something about his state of mind that the mention of home didn't even twinge at all. Naked Sam plus naked Daniel – apparently the cure for homesickness.
Daniel propped himself up on his elbows to look down at the toy.
"Well, just look at it. It's so... weird. And alien. There's nothing like this thing on Earth. Think of all the unique animals that used to live on this planet. "
"It looks like a cross between a squirrel and a turtle," Sam said dubiously. It did. It had a big fluffy long tail and a furry friendly face with little alert pointed ears and long whiskers. All wrapped up in a heavy brown shell.
"A squirtle," Jack agreed.
Sam snorted.
"You do realize that's the name of a Pokémon character?" Sam asked. When both of them stared at her she huffed defensively. "Cassie went through a stage, OK?"
"So maybe he's just the star of this place's most popular Saturday morning cartoon," Jack suggested, grinning to himself. Then he realized what he had just said.
The silence was thick, then naked Daniel and naked Sam both sat up, staring at each other with that moment-of-geek-realization intensity that Jack was finding disturbingly hot.
"Holy Hannah!" Sam said, just as Daniel said, "How could we have been so stupid?"
"Time to go and find the alien VCR's?" Jack asked with an air of longsuffering that was a complete sham. What better did he have to do with his time that watch a little alien TV?
It turned out that the aliens spoke some seriously bastardized Chinese. After Sam got him a power source hooked up, Daniel was like a madman, searching for source material. Now that they knew what the media looked like, Daniel knew exactly what store he wanted.
He hit on the alien version of Sesame Street, and he was riveted for hours. It had been so long since Daniel had a solvable problem, Jack had forgotten exactly what it was like – the muttering, the distractibility, the piles of notes.
He had been at it for about a week when Sam went into labor.
WIP. Still hopeful the whole thing will be done by August 22. This was a HUGE step in that direction. Love, CK
UPDATE: Part 4
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Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: JO/SC, JO/SC/DJ, JO/DJ, JO/CM, JS/RM/VMD implied
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A terrible, horrible stranded story.
Content/warnings: Character death. I can't emphasize this enough. I have been referring to this as the character death fic of doom.
Words: Full piece is over 12,500 words and counting. This section approximately 4800 words.
Beta: None! Bwahahahahahaha!
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 brainofckThe Matrix: Years. The Matrix is located here.
Part 1
Part 2
"Whatcha doin'?"
Jack whirled and had his gun on Daniel before he could stop himself. Daniel stood very still, eyes a little wide.
"Jeez! Don't sneak up on a guy!"
"Riiight. Or its bullet-between-the-eyes time," Daniel muttered.
Jack made a show of putting a hand over his thundering heart, then turned back to the tray he was studying.
"So. Whatcha doin'?"
"Nuthin'," Jack replied, just to be annoying. Then he thought, "Hey!"
He reached out and grabbed Daniel's left wrist.
"You got here just in time."
He lifted one of the larger bands from the tray and slipped it carefully onto Daniel's ring finger. Ha. Perfect fit, first try. Must be fate.
He looked up at Daniel's face. His lover was staring at the ring in surprise. Maybe startled by its sudden appearance.
"What do you think?" Jack asked quietly.
Daniel raised his eyes to Jack's. There was a soft look there. Something. Then his lips twitched at the corners.
"Very romantic. Grab me, jam a ring on my finger. I feel like I got married by mugging. You went down on one knee for Sam."
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I could still..."
"Ah! Too late!" Daniel said, raising a pre-emptory hand.
"OK, then..."Jack said thoughtfully. Daniel must have caught the gleam in his eye, because his eyes got bigger again and he began edging away. He made a sudden dash for it, but Jack was ready for him, cutting him off at the corner and shoving him up against the wall.
After a brief struggle to get Daniel's fly undone, he went down on both knees, and Daniel said "yes." Enthusiastically. A lot of times.
"What about you?" Daniel panted, slumping down the wall to sit face-to-face with his new husband.
"Give an old man a break," Jack complained, climbing back to his feet and hauling Daniel up after him. "I've got another ring to deliver and a wife back home to satisfy tonight."
Daniel snorted.
"I think that Sam would be the first to point out that..."
"Ah, ah, ah," replied Jack. "None of that. Help me pick the right size."
They had agreed that Daniel's plan to live off the land was a good one, and now they were going about the nitty-gritty of making, or at least starting, a map of available foods to help them find what they needed when they needed it.
"If we ever needed proof that we are the last humans on this planet, this is it," Daniel said. Which wasn't strictly true, Jack thought, but the smell of ripe berries was heavy in the air, and he was sure it was proof of something.
"Thanks, Dr. Bringdown," he groused and thrust a bucket at Daniel. "Go make yourself useful."
They had spent the afternoon crawling around in the dirt, but it was totally worth it.
Jack reached into the colander and pulled out a small, ripe berry. He chewed it thoughtfully, then rolled over to Sam, his companion on the blanket, and kissed her open-mouthed, feeding her the berry.
She licked the juices away, then reached behind him for a berry of her own.
It was a warm night. They spent it under the stars. In the morning, Daniel said, "You have strawberry seeds on your butt." Jack just waggled it at him, and strolled down to the water to wash.
Their database was growing. In addition to several big berry farms, they had found grains, beans, potatoes; groves of hard fruits and citrus. They had also found canned fruits and jam, as well as full silos, and milling facilities that Sam could get going if she hooked up one of her generators.
"There. Set down over there," Daniel ordered. Jack landed the tel'tak by a suspiciously orderly grove of trees. They all climbed out.
Now Sam was appraising the trees.
"I think these are cherries, don't you?" She asked, turning to Daniel. But Daniel was focused on the hedge that adjoined the orchard. From the air it had appeared to be long rows of some vine. Possibly a vineyard.
Daniel was touching the leaves, and examining the flowers.
He sauntered back over to them, smiling to himself.
"Yeah. I think you're right, Sam. How long until they're ripe, do you think?"
"Okay, Danny boy. What are you grinning about?" Jack asked suspiciously.
Daniel's face suddenly became very serious.
"Me?" He asked, the smirk lurking just at the corners of his mouth.
"You," Sam replied. She was eying the vines now, trying to figure out what they were.
"Oh, nothing," said Daniel, sounding bored, giving Jack a sidelong look out of the corner of his eye, and letting the smile creep out again. "Nothing that would interest anyone here."
Jack leaped for him, but Daniel was expecting it. He took off into the rows of vines.
"I'm not chasing you!" Sam yelled after them in laughing exasperation. "And take your pants off this time!" She bellowed. "I'm on laundry duty this week!" Up ahead of him, Daniel positively cackled in glee.
Jack had to hand it to him. The man could run. But he also wanted to be caught. After running full-out through a damned field, Jack didn't really feel bad when his flying tackle left Daniel a little winded. As Daniel gasped for breath through his laughter, Jack ground down against that enticing, tight ass.
Oh, yeah. Now was the time.
"You heard her, Daniel, pants off!"
With some squirming, they were flesh to flesh. Daniel was on his hands and knees and Jack was kneeling behind him.
Suddenly, more than anything in the world, Jack wanted to be planted to the balls in Daniel. He ran his hands possessively over Daniel's butt and thighs. Daniel shifted a little nervously, but Jack had ended up kneeling on Daniel's shoved-down pants, so the man below him was effectively pinned.
"Jack?" Daniel whispered.
"That's me," he replied soothingly, just before he buried his face in Daniel's gorgeous ass.
The first touch of his tongue practically made Daniel leap out of his skin, but then it was all nasty slurping and panting whimpers. He started finger-fucking him as he tongued him and it wasn't too hard. When Jack bumped his gland, Daniel nearly collapsed into a puddle of melted sex. All he had was spit for lube, but Daniel was so relaxed at this point that it worked like a charm.
He was slow and careful entering him, but Daniel was ready for it, his body accepting Jack's intrusion easily, Daniel hissing out a breath and grunting, but then writhing wantonly under the combined stimulation of his perineum and prostate.
Jack had known it would be good. In their explorations, it was clear that Daniel, straight or not, was hardwired for ass fucking – beautifully sensitive in all the right places. As Jack set up a cautious rhythm, Daniel started moaning, and only got louder as it went on. When Jack finally started pumping Daniel's dick, he exploded with a full-throated yell, collapsing into the grass and dirt. Jack pounded him another half a dozen times and lost it.
He lay there, crushing Daniel into the ground, considering having a nap, when he realized Daniel was giggling. The giggling was causing him to gasp for air, and he started struggling under Jack's weight. Jack rolled off onto his back.
Daniel rolled over too, so that they now lay, side by side, looking up at the sky through the tendrils of the hedges growing on either side of them.
Daniel lifted a lazy arm to point at the plants.
"You know what those are?" he asked, rolling up onto an elbow and looking at Jack.
"What?" Jack asked gamely.
"Humulus lupulus," Daniel said solemnly, with a grin tugging the corners of his mouth.
"Don't make do that again, or you won't be walking straight for days, virgin boy," Jack growled threateningly, reaching down to palm his still half-hard cock.
Daniel's grin grew, as he cut his eyes down toward Jack's crotch.
"Your interrogation techniques are terrible," Daniel chided him. "But I'll tell you anyway. Those, Colonel O'Neill, are hops."
He grinned smugly.
"Hops? As in key-ingredient-in-beer hops?"
"Those would be the ones," Daniel agreed.
Jack sat up grinning, tugging one of the branches down so he could look at it.
"So how do we do it?!" Jack crowed.
Jack found him in what was clearly the rare books room. All the volumes were leather-bound and the room had that old books smell. Many were behind glass and the rest were in stacks that lined the walls all the way up to the twenty-foot ceilings. The lower shelves were behind intricate wrought iron gates.
The carpeting was rich and plush, and the reading tables and chairs were heavy wood heavily carved. The tables were topped with a light, beautifully flecked granite. The windows appeared to be studded with colored glass, that cast rainbows randomly around the room.
It was a room to inspire learning, study and awe.
Daniel was across the room. He was a few steps up on the rolling stairway contraption that gave access to the higher shelves of the stacks. He was wearing a pair of those tight, clingy pants in a soft dark blue fabric. Daniel had found a store full of that stuff about a year ago and now he hardly wore anything else. Daniel said the fabric was comfortable. Jack thought the pants were hot. He suspected Daniel knew that.
Jack was suddenly feeling a heck of a lot of inspiration. And awe. Loads of awe.
"Hey," he said softly, not wanting to startle him.
Daniel turned and gave him a grin.
"Heard you coming."
Jack didn't even start the argument. He didn't bother anymore. Someday, the footsteps in the hall might belong to somebody besides himself or Sam and it drove him crazy that Daniel didn't even bother to glance up anymore, but Daniel wasn't really a constant vigilance kind of guy. Hopefully, if it was ever anybody else, they would be friendlies.
Jack refused to be distracted by this old worry. He turned his attention to the books around him. He was inspired. Inspiration should be acted upon.
"Whatcha doin' in here, anyway?" he asked, by way of small talk. He went over to a horizontal display case under the windows. Ah. There was what he wanted. A huge leather bound volume, with a carved leather cover. Jack took out his utility knife and popped the simple lock so he could slide the lid to the side.
"Hoping that I'll find a book in here that's rare because it is in a text I can read," Daniel replied absently.
Jack lifted his find out of the case. It felt like it weighted fifty pounds. He lugged it over to the end of the nearest reading table. It was positioned under the center window, and rainbows fell all across its surface. Jack opened the book. The sides extended over the edges of the wide tabletop. The pages were done in hand-drawn calligraphy, gold leaf decorating the letters, drawings hand colored.
It was a work of art.
Daniel appeared at his shoulder, attracted by whatever had attracted Jack's attention. He was smiling softly, but when he caught the look on Jack's face, his expression quickly shifted to suspicious.
Jack stepped up to him and touched the side of his face. Daniel almost stepped back or flinched away. This kind of intimacy was still new enough that it caught Daniel by surprise when Jack brought it into an unexpected context. But here they were, no one to see today, not even Sam, so why not indulge in his every desire to touch Daniel, inside or outside, kiss him while he was studying, or catch his hand in the street, or press him up against a tree to enjoy a little friction. There was so much they couldn't have here. Jack refused to forego one of the few, amazing things he could have.
Jack caught Daniel around the waist with a long arm. Daniel was getting better at this, because after the initial surprise, he didn't stiffen or resist. He came willingly, a new, even happier smile on his face as he reached up to create symmetry, his fingers tracing Jack's neck and jaw.
"Did you need something?" Daniel drawled, voice rich and amused.
"You. Naked. Five minutes ago," Jack growled.
"Oh. Well. I missed the window then," replied Daniel, assuming a disappointed air.
"Luckily, the program plans for the tardiness of its sexiest archaeologist," Jack said, and without further ado, went to his knees, hooking his thumbs in the waist of Daniel's pants on the way down and taking them with him as he went. Daniel laughed a surprised laugh, steadying himself reflexively by placing his open palm on the page of the book, only to yank it away like he'd singed it. The hand landed squarely on the back of Jack's head instead.
Which was fine by him. He was already busy with Daniel's cock, which was rapidly swelling, nudging him on the chin, then the cheek. He licked and teased and nuzzled, 'til there were slicks of precum and his own saliva on his face. He leaned in to suck one of Daniel's testicles.
"Jack!" Daniel panted. "Just get on with it. I don't think I can stand up much longer if you keep going like that."
Jack surged to his feet, grinning.
He brazenly slapped the open pages of the book.
"Put your ass there, Danny boy."
Daniel was horrified.
Jack slipped out of his coat and folded it to make a pillow. The book would make a lovely bed. He turned and pressed up against Daniel again, grinding against him, kissing his neck.
"Tonight, I want Sam to ask how you got gold pieces and ink stains all over your back and purple paint on your butt."
Daniel jerked away and crossed his arms, scowling defiantly. Which was a really interesting look with the massive hard on he was sporting. Jack found it disturbingly hot, actually. He took the pause as an opportunity to lose his shirt and start on his pants.
"No! I won't! I don't care if we are the last people who see this civilization before it crumbles to dust. We have an obligation to these people, Jack!"
Inwardly, Jack sighed. He wouldn't. There was no point in pursuing it any further.
He kicked off his boots and pants, and turned to the table. He rearranged so that the book went where the jacket-pillow was, and the jacket became a cover to separate cold stone from hot flesh. The turned to Daniel.
"There." He walked up and took Daniel by the erection, so that his eyes grew large and he fluttered his crossed arms a bit. "Don't make me pick you up and put you on that table," he murmured, tugging a little on his handful, smirking a little as he lead Daniel by the dick over to the table where he could tip him backwards and leer down at him.
They had done this a few times in a practical way – doggie style, to make it easier, so that Daniel could get used to being fucked. And that was good. Thinking about it always made Jack's dick weep. But here, in this place, with rainbows playing over Daniel's belly and thighs, Jack wanted to make love to him. Make love to him in a place of beauty and knowledge. A place where learning was a puzzle to be solved, a prize to be won.
Daniel was watching him somewhat apprehensively. It was still new, and they hadn't done this position yet. Jack wondered if Daniel had even considered this way was possible. Probably. There was plenty of perverted stuff in ancient cultures. Daniel could probably tell him what they were about to do in Greek, Latin, and Ancient Egyptian. He'd probably just never thought about actually doing it before.
Jack gently caught him under one thigh and urged him to lift his leg up to hook his ankle over Jack's shoulder. He turned his head to kiss the hard bone there, the inside of Daniel's calf, the soft inner thigh above the knee. Then he slipped his hand under the other thigh, and kept pushing until he could place soft licks and kisses and nibbles on the back of his knee.
Well. Jack hadn't known before, but he certainly did now. He had Daniel writhing now, book, table, and library probably all completely forgotten and Daniel squirmed and wriggled. He was panting and moaning.
And begging.
"Oh... ungh..... please... oh, yeah, oh, please, like that... Jack!"
Jack fumbled in the pocket of the jacket under Daniel til he found the little sachet of lubricant. The luridly explicit packaging had made it one item in the drug store they had no problem identifying.
By the time he started teasing Daniel's hole, the man was practically thrusting himself down on Jack's finger. With Daniel reacting like that, he didn't waste a lot of time getting in. Daniel's whole body arched as Jack pressed home and he gave a long whine, then Jack pulled back again and he growled. As Jack set up a rhythm, for the first time he got to see the beauty of Daniel getting fucked. No defenses. Nothing to hold onto or hide behind. He had extended his arms back over his head, sprawled over the book, sometimes gripping the edge of its cover, sometimes curling his arms over his face, only to throw them open again when Jack stroked over his prostate or gave his dick a twisting pull.
He was chanting Jack's name. Breathing it. And when he came, he arched one last time and yelled it.
"Jack!"
His cum was ribbons of white, splattering Daniel, the jacket, and the book.
Jack approached the edge of the campsite, having taken a detour to collect the fish he'd left in the water.
"What's that in your hair?" he heard Sam ask Daniel.
"Hmmmmm?" Daniel replied distractedly. Jack walked over to set the fish by their fire. Daniel was studying one of his board books.
"Is that... glitter?!"
Jack snickered.
The fermentation was finally done and they had been tasting and bottling their first batch of beer all day. He was well and thoroughly soused, and couldn't be happier about it. He had just enough coordination left to carry the crated bottles from their fermenter to the tel'tak without dropping them or falling over his own feet.
Daniel hadn't had that much coordination in over an hour, Jack thought in amusement.
He was coming up on the camp when he heard them arguing.
"This isn't working," he heard Sam say belligerently.
No way was he mixing in. He set his crate down behind a convenient patch of trees, pulled out a bottle, and popped the cork as he sat down. It was weird for beer to have a cork and he would rather it was cold, but hey. Beer.
Sam was angry and Daniel was giggling. Though he though maybe Danny was sobering up pretty fast.
"What's not working?" Daniel said, in a passable attempt to pretend he was sober.
"You never sleep with us," she declared, pointing an accusatory finger. "You always run off, and then Jack follows you like you're a bitch in heat. I have no idea what the two of you get up to. It's like you're having an affair. Jack's cheating on me."
Uh, oh. This was bad. Jack cringed and set his bottle down.
"Sam, how can he be cheating on you? This was your idea, if you remember. The thought hadn't even occurred to me until the two of you created this..." he gestured vaguely.
"Well, I didn't think we were going to be two couples – the two of us, with Jack in the middle. I thought we would do this together. You know, all of us." She sounded weepy. She'd gone from angry to maudlin in a heartbeat. Definitely drunk.
"I didn't understand that you felt like that," Daniel replied, all sympathy and concern. He walked over to Sam's chair and pulled her up into a comforting hug. At least, Jack thought it was meant to be comforting. Sam clearly had other plans.
She was all over him. And although Daniel seemed a bit taken by surprise, it wasn't long til he was giving as good as he got. They were kissing wet, nasty kisses, her hands buried in his shaggy hair, his fingers nimbly undoing every fastener they came across til he had undressed both of them, more or less, and they were making out in the dusk on the blankets by the fire. For a while Jack was tempted just to stay right where he was and enjoy the porn, but the sight of Daniel's naked dick and his tongue licking Sam's perfect nipples brought him out of hiding. Jack figured they couldn't possibly mind if he got in on the action.
Though the action was moving quickly and Sam was riding Daniel hard, just the way she liked it, before Jack even had his boots off.
"Pervert," she said sweetly. "I wondered if you were even going to bother coming out of the bushes."
He just grinned and finished getting naked.
Daniel's choked cry brought their eyes back to him. He sat up and grabbed her around the shoulders, shuddering into her and she laughed breathlessly until he stopped her with a long, passionate kiss.
Daniel slumped backwards, taking her with him. As they shifted position, he slipped out. The view was so good that rather than disturb them, Jack just shoved his way between two uncooperative pairs of legs and entered her from behind. She groaned in satisfaction, and Jack almost lost it like a teenager, surprised at the hot slickness of Daniel's cum inside her. He didn’t bother with finesse and certainly didn't hold back. Sam liked it rough when he did her from behind. She claimed she got the best orgasms that way. And soon enough she was muffling her yells in Daniel's shoulder. Jack came to the sound of Daniel's laughter.
All-in-all, it was some of the best sex he had ever had.
He couldn't even bring himself to regret it the next morning when a thoroughly hung over Sam said, flinging her cycle beads on the ground, "Nobody even thought to ask the drunk girl if she remembered what day of the month it was?!" then stomped off to vomit in the bushes by Jack's crate and refused to talk to them for three days.
Because after the three days, they always slept together. All three of them. And that made up for a lot of bad shit.
Sam stood in the doorway, tipped back a little to balance her huge belly. Sunlight flooded the huge store.
She turned to Daniel and grinned broadly.
"It's all mine!" she crowed delightedly. Baby supplies. Toys. Clothes. Equipment and furnishings. Everything from shelves of disposable diapers to teething rings to training potties.
As she took it all in, her smile dimmed a little.
"It's completely wrong for me to think that, isn't it?"
Probably, Jack thought.
"Of course not," Jack said, with his best sweet, reassuring smile.
Sam lightened up as Jack came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her huge belly, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"OK, don't forget where we parked! So what do we need first?"
"Diapers," said Daniel emphatically, and headed toward the back of the store with confidence. Jack watched him go and realized something.
Daniel had picked this place and lead them to this treasure trove of baby wonders.
Daniel knew exactly where the diapers were.
Daniel had been off for a couple of days working on some project or other about which he had been very vague and made only the most confusing explanations.
They had assumed that he was just scouting for a place. But Jack could not see a single human skeleton anywhere in sight.
Jack was suddenly very sure about what Daniel had been doing.
Daniel had spent two days removing the skeletons of babies and children from this store. He had gone through it aisle by aisle, respectfully carrying away mothers and fathers and babies and children as a gift to Sam, so her delight in this day wouldn't be spoiled.
She trundled off to the clothes, making delighted noises.
Daniel emerged from the depths of the store with a box of diapers under each arm.
"I'm pretty sure I've got the numbering system down. These are the big sizes..."
Jack cut him off, striding forward and meeting him, grabbing his face, lacing his fingers through his hair, and kissed him within an inch of his life.
"Jeez, get a room," Sam said in amusement as she walked by with an armload of clothing.
At the end of the day, the cargo hold was neatly packed with all the supplies they could possibly need for child-rearing for at least, oh, five years or so.
It was reassuring, in a way, to see all the cargo cases, carefully labeled and packed in the order that they would be needed, clothes and shoes for an older child behind, infant supplies and layette near the front. It made their living space smaller, and it might actually start to feel a little tight once Sam had finished the nursery, which she was presently enclosing in a huge play yard and which included a child bed of Sam's own design and a number of other accoutrements. Their baby would be provided for in high style, even if they would have to sleep on the floor and fold up their bed every morning to have any room to make breakfast.
Which reminded him that it was his turn to fold out the mattress and make the bed. Daniel turned to the task with a smile, though he felt a hollowness inside. An ache. He took the bed-maker's prerogative and chose to sleep in the middle, their two hot bodies draped around him not quite enough to keep the tiny ghosts away.
"Do you think we should be worried?" Sam whispered loudly, propping her chin on Jack's chest to look at Daniel and his new toy.
"I dunno," he replied in his own stage whisper.
"Oh, cut it out, guys. I just like it," Daniel said in exasperation. He cradled his little friend to his bare chest with a large protective hand.
"Have you been holding out on us all this time, Daniel?" Sam asked. "Do you have a secret closet full of your stuffed animal collection back home?"
Jack wondered if it said something about his state of mind that the mention of home didn't even twinge at all. Naked Sam plus naked Daniel – apparently the cure for homesickness.
Daniel propped himself up on his elbows to look down at the toy.
"Well, just look at it. It's so... weird. And alien. There's nothing like this thing on Earth. Think of all the unique animals that used to live on this planet. "
"It looks like a cross between a squirrel and a turtle," Sam said dubiously. It did. It had a big fluffy long tail and a furry friendly face with little alert pointed ears and long whiskers. All wrapped up in a heavy brown shell.
"A squirtle," Jack agreed.
Sam snorted.
"You do realize that's the name of a Pokémon character?" Sam asked. When both of them stared at her she huffed defensively. "Cassie went through a stage, OK?"
"So maybe he's just the star of this place's most popular Saturday morning cartoon," Jack suggested, grinning to himself. Then he realized what he had just said.
The silence was thick, then naked Daniel and naked Sam both sat up, staring at each other with that moment-of-geek-realization intensity that Jack was finding disturbingly hot.
"Holy Hannah!" Sam said, just as Daniel said, "How could we have been so stupid?"
"Time to go and find the alien VCR's?" Jack asked with an air of longsuffering that was a complete sham. What better did he have to do with his time that watch a little alien TV?
It turned out that the aliens spoke some seriously bastardized Chinese. After Sam got him a power source hooked up, Daniel was like a madman, searching for source material. Now that they knew what the media looked like, Daniel knew exactly what store he wanted.
He hit on the alien version of Sesame Street, and he was riveted for hours. It had been so long since Daniel had a solvable problem, Jack had forgotten exactly what it was like – the muttering, the distractibility, the piles of notes.
He had been at it for about a week when Sam went into labor.
WIP. Still hopeful the whole thing will be done by August 22. This was a HUGE step in that direction. Love, CK
UPDATE: Part 4
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Date: 2007-08-15 03:37 am (UTC)(Though, if you kill her off in childbirth, I will laugh at you.)
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Date: 2007-08-15 03:41 am (UTC)I like babies. They smell good. Except when they have poopy diapers. *is reduced to maternal babbling*
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Date: 2007-08-15 12:10 pm (UTC)riveted! thank you for giving in and writing this!
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Date: 2007-08-15 03:55 am (UTC)dies, on the floor, right here
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taking this image away to sleep on...you'll probably see the results in
dirty dirtycaptions in the morning...and omg, Daniel clearing the aisles in the baby store...
and media...are they gonna find a Stargate? was this the end of the story? must I *gasps* use my own imagination to see where this is going????
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Date: 2007-08-15 03:58 am (UTC)Hey! Your code is getting much better!
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Date: 2007-08-15 04:02 am (UTC)oooh, everyone is gonna die. *rubs hands gleefully* fuck 'em all, kill 'em all.
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Date: 2007-08-15 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-15 05:11 am (UTC)And the proposal and the marriage by mugging.
And Daniel being so sensitive to Sam. And horny Jack.
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Date: 2007-08-18 04:56 pm (UTC)Mmmmm! Me, too!
And Daniel cleaning all the baby bones away so the pregnant woman and bereaved father don't have to see them is just ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Yay beer! And making love in the library! And a baby!
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:08 pm (UTC)I really love Daniel in this story. The way he cleared the aisles in the store for Sam, that was just one big AWWWWW moment for me.
And yes! The TV station! Progress for my poor illiterate Daniel! Woo!
How weird is it that I'm into the plot so much that when there's smut, I'm muttering 'hurry up, we have things to do!'
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:11 pm (UTC)Daniel's going around singing, "Sunny day! Chasing the clouds away!" but in the funky local pseudo-Chinese. And then Sam and Jack start humming it and can't get it out of their heads...
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:23 pm (UTC)