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09 April 2005 @ 07:56 pm
SG-1 Fic: Cold Comfort (R)  
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Title: Cold Comfort
Author: Em
Rating: R for slash (though, without the slash I'd rate it PG-13)
Word Count: ~3,000
Spoilers: Season 2, Episode tag for "The Gamekeeper"
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Summary: Inebriation is sometimes about control and freedom--two things Daniel and Jack need right about now.
Notes: This is part of my Slash Tag Series (other stories can be found here). Basically, a series of Episode Tags that involve slash moments. Each story is stand alone, but follows the chronology of the series. There is a progression through the stories as Jack and Daniel move from clumsily making out to more confident explorations of their sexuality and attraction. You don't have to read them in order (I'm not writing them in order), but eventually you may want to know how the boys got from point A to point B.
Many thanks to my beta readers jedimara77, grass_stained, and cardboardprops. At this point, any mistakes are due to my incessant rewriting and editing.
Recced: Now recced at stargateficrec


Cold Comfort



I transfer the six-pack from under my right arm to my left hand as I knock on Daniel's door. I'm not terribly certain which one of us needs this more, but I'm not surprised to be at Daniel's door with a six-pack under each arm. I wonder if this will be enough to get us properly drunk.

Daniel grimaces rather than smiles when he answers the door. He looks like hell and smells like he's already a few drinks ahead of me.

"Jack?" His long hair nearly covers his eyes and his buttoned shirt is open revealing his chest underneath. The top button of his pants is unfastened.

"Hey." I hold up one of the six-packs. "Thought maybe you could use one of these."

Daniel snatches at something just next to the door. He dangles a glass with about a finger of amber liquid. I had no idea Daniel would hit the hard liquor. "Got a head start." He smiles sardonically.

"Figured." I lean close and inhale. Underneath the bourbon Daniel smells surprisingly good. I can't place the smell but it reminds me of Charlie's baby shoes and high school math class—the unerringly bipolar nature of Daniel Jackson.

Daniel staggers back two steps and turns. "Shut the door."

I'm not sure if it's really an invitation, but I step inside anyway and shut the door as requested. I leave one of the six-packs on the table and take the other with me to the couch. Daniel's already collapsed into the armchair, his head lolling back on the oversized cushion. His bare feet are propped on the coffee table and his near-empty glass sways from his fingertips.

I shuck my leather jacket, toss it on the other end of the couch, and toe-off my shoes. I pry the cap off a bottle of beer and attempt to catch up to Daniel.

I can only imagine what he’s been through in the past twenty hours. I know the memory the Gamekeeper pulled from my mind wasn’t my fondest, but Daniel had to watch his parents—his parents—die over and over and over. Somehow he still functioned during the debriefing. He didn’t choke up, shut down, grunt responses—he was just Daniel on a normal day, like everything was perfectly ordinary.

Of course maybe it was ordinary for him. I shift, cocking my head to the side and glance at his lost expression. He stares in the direction of his bookshelf, but it’s obvious he’s not seeing books. There are days when I replay Charlie’s death over and over, why shouldn’t Daniel replay his parents’ deaths with the same morbid fascination?

I take a swig of my beer and massage the tight muscles in my neck. I’m a dumb ass. He was eight years old. That’s why he shouldn’t replay the scene ever. I was an adult; I could have done something to prevent Charlie’s death, but Daniel was a kid. He was helpless, innocent. I forget that he isn’t now. Wide-eyed? Curious? Yes. Helpless? Innocent? No. The man has experienced enough to have already lost those luxuries.

Daniel pushes his glasses up from his face, pinning back his long hair. He closes his eyes and rubs at them.

I don’t envy him.

"Why are you here?"

The beer sloshes up to the halfway mark of the bottle when I flinch.

"Why?" Daniel asks the question to the bookshelves, but I think he's addressing me. I'm not quite sure how drunk he is.

I take a long pull on the bottle, sizing up every response that is half true. "Figured you could use a friend." Decide to leave out the bits where I feel like I want to kill myself so I can't imagine how he must feel. Colonel John Michaels was a good CO—and a friend—but he wasn’t family. The one thing I'm thankful for in the whole Gamekeeper Fiasco is that I didn't see Charlie's death on Repeat-O-Vision. I stretch my neck to hide my shiver.

Daniel snorts, and then raises his glass. He stares at it for a long time.

"Why would I need one of those?" he mumbles before knocking back the glass.

I literally chug the rest of my beer—I can't stand that I'm more sober than Daniel is. "You got any more of that?" I nod my head towards his empty glass.

Daniel hands me the glass. "It's a good substitute for grief."

"And food," I mildly joke. I grab his glass and head into the kitchen. It's a little disconcerting to see two bottles of bourbon on the counter; only one has been opened but it's half-empty. I cough, my throat suddenly constricting.

"Danny, you drink all this tonight?" I pour two tall glasses from the half-empty bottle; Daniel's glass is slightly less full than mine.

Daniel grumbles, but I don't catch anything resembling words.

I place Daniel's glass on the coffee table with a thunk. "You been drinking long?" I ask again.

Daniel pulls himself towards the coffee table, latching on to the armrest with both hands. "Yeah." He rubs at his eyes. He rests his forearms on his legs and leans heavily on them. He glances up at me through a squinted eye. "Surprised?"

I set down my glass, lick my lips. "Not really. More surprised that you're not giggling madly."

Daniel’s head hangs between his shoulders for a moment. "Can't handle beer." He sniffs, raises his head defiantly. "Bourbon." He lifts his glass and takes a gulp. "Bourbon is good."

For a brief moment, Daniel looks hideous. His unbuttoned shirt and unfastened pants look sloppy and unkempt rather than intriguing and—did I just think intriguing? I squint at the bourbon. Obviously this stuff is harder than I thought.

Daniel shouldn’t be slovenly and—I lose the word for a moment—depressed. He should be that same silly giddy drunk that sat in my living room on his first night back from Abydos. I understand that he doesn’t want to be silly or giddy—and that this is about controlling one thing and getting exactly what he wants—but I miss that other drunk.

Daniel hasn’t moved from his hunched state. I don’t want him to be hunched over like that. I want him to be Daniel again. I feel my eyes widen slightly. What if this is Daniel? I mean, the real Daniel. What if what I see every day is just fake Daniel—Daniel trying to hold it together—but this angry, hurting man is Daniel.

I suddenly want to hold him—not hug him, hold him. God, I just want to make all his pain stop.

Daniel inhales deeply and straightens his back. He blinks a few times and then looks down. His cheeks flush and his hands slowly move to his shirt. He buttons three buttons, starting in the middle and misaligning them. He tugs at the hem and tries to smooth his shirt. In this state, his shirt is confusing him as much as an unfamiliar language on an ancient ruin.

I smile. This is the real Daniel.

I alternate between drinking and breathing, trying not to confuse the two. As I near the bottom of the glass, it's getting harder to tell the difference and I exhale into the glass, watching as it slowly fogs under my nostrils.

Daniel's glass is only half drained. I'm pretty sure I'm almost caught up to him. Which means we can begin a meaningful dialogue.

"The Keeper sucks." The words tumble out and I realize that I am definitely drunk.

Daniel snorts. He pushes on his knees as he stands, and then picks up his glass and takes a swig. "I'll drink to that."

Daniel shuffles past my legs and nearly trips. His right hand hits the coffee table, he leaves his glass, and Daniel plops next to me on the couch. "Jack." He looks at me and then drops his head back. His eyes roll so that he seems to be looking at the glasses perched on his head. I lean over slightly and pluck them off, putting them on the coffee table, behind his drink. His eyes follow me as I move. I blush as he watches me, but that could be the alcohol.

"Jack." He waits until I'm sitting again. I mirror his position, leaning back my head and turning to face him. Our arms are slack by our sides. "The Keeper sucks."

The laughter bubbles out of me quietly.

"You saw your friend?" His eyes are big and I can feel the concern—it's palpable. Daniel's capacity for compassion is incredible.

I nod. "You saw your parents."

His eyes darken and I feel something in him close off. Damn it. "Yes," he hisses.

"Hey." My voice is soft—it's the voice I reserve for dogs, scared kids, and crying women. My fingers drag my hand towards his. They wrap around his fingers and I squeeze, trying to reassure him, trying to tell him that it wasn't real.

His eyes tell me that it was entirely real and that I'm a dick if I deny it.

"You like watching your friend die?"

The question is a sucker punch and I have to remind myself that Daniel's drunk. That apparently he’s a pretty mean drunk.

"His name was John." I turn my head and stare at the ceiling. The pockmarks in the ceiling look like constellations. I pull my hand away, but Daniel shifts and grabs my fingers, entwining them with his own. I should be freaked out by this, but it's comforting, not sexual, just—a hand.

"He was your Jack." His voice is quiet and Daniel stares at me in this knowing way that strips me. I don’t like feeling so naked—completely vulnerable—in front of anyone. Feeling like this before Daniel is even worse.

"No," I say.

Daniel flinches, like a lie detector.

"Sort of." I swallow. "John was—I trusted him. He—he was a hero. I guess I don't believe that now—but I did then. And I just wonder…."

Daniel squeezes my hand and shifts closer to me. "He was your Jack."

I lean my head closer to him. "Yeah," I admit softly. "I liked that someone watched out for me."

Daniel nods and sniffs. "I like it, too."

I snicker and squeeze his hand. "You wouldn't admit that if you weren't drunk."

Daniel grins. "I wouldn't." He shifts his entire body closer. His knee brushes against mine, my pinky touching his thigh.

The air between us sparks. I lean closer and lick my lips. My brain clicks off and I’m speaking on instinct. "He wasn't really my Jack. Not like—" Daniel's eyes are bright, blue, and glassy. I know his eyes are dynamic, but I've never really seen them before, never really looked. I now understand what the female SFs were whispering about—they're so blue.

"Not like?" Daniel's eyes flick down and then lock with mine again. He licks his lips and they glisten.

"Not like me and you," I breathe. My head is dizzy. Daniel is making me dizzy with his licking and his smell and his eyes and his soft skin massaging my fingers. My pinky twitches and I stroke the outside of his thigh.

Daniel sighs and his eyelids close. "Jack." My name has never sounded more peaceful.

I breathe and feel my hot breath reflected back at me. Daniel is in my space and I can't imagine why he hasn't been in my space like this before. I lick my lips again because I am suddenly completely dry. My teeth graze over my bottom lip. This is what I do before I kiss someone. I'm going to kiss Daniel. I mentally shake my head, trying to stop the internal narration of my slurred behavior, trying to remember that I shouldn't be okay with kissing Daniel.

I'm not sure which one of us moves, or if we both move, but our lips touch and it's—okay.

I open my mouth slightly and inhale the bourbon on our breath. My tongue darts out and barely touches Daniel's lips. His tongue barely touches my lips in return.

His thumb strokes my hand and I feel my entire body heat up. My contact points with Daniel are thrumming. There's radiation spreading through my body, originating at my lips, my hand, my knee. I press in and increase the points of contact, pushing together our shoulders, our arms, our legs. The kiss deepens when Daniel gasps and my tongue slips inside his mouth. It's a lazy exploration and for a moment I'm amazed at our drunken grace. Daniel's tongue massages mine back. I never knew he would be such a good kisser. I never thought about kissing him. I can't imagine why I never thought about kissing him. Daniel is—he's—uh—

"Honey," I murmur.

He chuckles. "Muffin?"

I groan. "Not what I meant." I bring around my other arm and touch the side of his face. The stubble under my fingertips is different. "We haven't done this before." I continue kissing him, stroking his face and neck, continuing to hold his hand.

"Were never drunk enough," he says. He grabs my arm and massages my bicep, fingers digging into my skin insistently.

"That what this is?" I don't know what's compelling me to keep kissing him. He's soft, his lips pliant and giving. I've never kissed another guy before and I have no delusions that Daniel is anything other than another guy.

"Mmm. Inebriation." Daniel tilts his head, opening himself more. "It's good."

I laugh, stroking his hair away from his face. "How can you still remember a word like inebriation?" I like that he still has command of his vocabulary. I'd never admit it aloud, but academics are annoyingly sexy.

"I'm a linguist," he reminds me. "You want me to say it in other languages? Betrunken. Ivre." His voice is soft against my skin, completely seductive. He makes my skin hum.

I smile against his mouth. "Borracho?"

Daniel rewards me by licking my teeth. My stomach churns and I feel blood pulse into my cock. "Spanish," he purrs. "Why Jack, I didn’t know you cared." He finally faces me and pulls one leg up, tucking it between us.

"Sorry; my Spanish is rusty." I turn and face him as well, my leg pressing against his.

Daniel takes advantage of my new position, scooting closer and partially crawling on top of me. He's on his knees, leaning over my body. He breaks off from my mouth and whispers, "Nunca supe que deseaba esto."

The Spanish floats in my head and even though I can't remember the exact translation, I understand. He latches on to my neck and my next words exit my mouth in a breathless gasp. "I thought I was here for comfort."

"Don't you feel comfortable?" Daniel sucks just under my ear. I never expected him to be so seductive. My arms tighten around him and fingers claw into his shoulder. I feel myself leaning back and am surprised to find out that I want this, too. On some level, I'm here because I want Daniel.

I put my arm behind me and stop our slow descent.

"Danny. Daniel, wait."

He stops sucking, but stays leaning against my neck, panting. He presses his lips against my skin in a way that can't quite be described as a kiss. We sit for quiet moments. I keep trying to sort out my brain—kick it into gear. Daniel is under my command—worse, he's a guy. I've never had this problem before. I always managed to keep my brain on straight. No matter how drunk I've been, no matter how wounded, I've never woken up next to someone I didn't expect. I've never woken up next to someone I wouldn't have been with if I had been sober. But I shouldn't want Daniel. I shouldn't. This is wrong. This is wrong in so many ways, and we're taking advantage of each other. He's drunk—I'm drunk. We wouldn't want this if we were sober.

We wouldn't want this if we weren't hurting.

I grip his shoulder, and prepare myself for telling him that I need to go. I've got the number of a cab company in my mind. I know where he keeps the coffee and my brain is halfway to the kitchen, ready to start brewing it.

"Daniel."

He raises his face from my neck and I see the need in his eyes. There's a lost boy there, but also a man. We may be drunk, but we both know what we're doing.

I sit him up straight and then lean over and grab his partial glass of bourbon. I stare at the amber liquid, making my decision. My brain won't let me do this if I'm sober.

"Here’s to getting exactly what I want," I whisper to the glass. I drain it. I set the glass on the coffee table and blink until my vision is blurred.

"Jack?" Daniel's hand on my face. I turn towards his fingers and pull them inside my mouth. He has hard calluses from gripping pens, and his fingers taste faintly metallic. I could eat him.

"Shut up. Kiss me." I lean him back this time, stretching us across the couch, sliding up against him like chambering a bullet. He responds with lips and hands, exploring my mouth, face, and back with the same eagerness he effuses off-world.

I'm going to have a headache in the morning. I'm going to wake up in Daniel's arms. I'm going to wonder why I made this decision when it's a bad, bad idea. But I'm going to wake up in Daniel's arms.

It's a cold comfort, but I'll take it.


~Comments and feedback are appreciated.
 
 
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James: JD: the real scene (skater_g8r)elven_wolf on April 10th, 2005 12:40 am (UTC)
I like this very much. I'm going to read the rest of them now. :)
James: JD: jackdoodle (skater_g8r)elven_wolf on April 10th, 2005 12:53 am (UTC)
Aha, turns out I'd already read Slow Burn. And I loved it. :) Is that the only other one? If so, want more. 0:-)
Em Dash: Daniel Kinktheemdash on April 10th, 2005 11:35 am (UTC)
Thank you for loving both. ;) Currently Slow Burn and Cold Comfort are the only ones in the series, but never fear! There will be more. There will be lots more. I have plans. MWHAHAHAHAHA! Wait, that sounded evil, didn't it?

And, your icon rocks my socks so hard they're dancing. Where did you get it and is it shareable?
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Keylaneverbelonged on April 10th, 2005 01:29 am (UTC)
I loved this. Great job.
Em Dash: SG-1 Jacktheemdash on April 10th, 2005 11:36 am (UTC)
Thank you, muchly!
Christinasarisia on April 10th, 2005 01:33 am (UTC)
Mmm, beautiful. I love it. I, too, am in serious need for more of your Slash Tag series.
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Heaventheemdash on April 10th, 2005 11:37 am (UTC)
Thanks. I'll see what I can do about getting another one up soon, but I did promise my flist to write something other than Jack/Daniel slash. ;)
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surferartchick: Carter SG-1surferartchick on April 10th, 2005 03:42 am (UTC)
Spot on! I loved it!
Em Dash: Daniel Allitheemdash on April 10th, 2005 11:37 am (UTC)
Thanks, hon! "Spot on" is a great compliment. ;)
stellahobbit on April 10th, 2005 04:36 am (UTC)
Yummy! Love the drunked seductiveness of it. Write more in this series please!
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack Professionaltheemdash on April 10th, 2005 11:39 am (UTC)
I'm on it! *salutes* I'm just trying to decide where to go now... Do I write a tag for "Absolute Power"? "Red Sky"? "Lifeboat"? Or should I visit the land of chronology and write "Need" for the next one?
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sffan: SG1 - J/D OTP by nevskayasffan on April 10th, 2005 04:47 am (UTC)
Very nicely done.
Em Dash: Daniel Eviltheemdash on April 10th, 2005 11:40 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Finn: SG- Jack/Daniel sex maniptallisen on April 10th, 2005 06:47 am (UTC)
GUH. *fans* SO fraking good! I can't wait to read more! Thank you!!!
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Squeezetheemdash on April 10th, 2005 11:41 am (UTC)
You're thanking me? Wow.

Glad you enjoyed it enough to fan yourself. What are you going to do when they actually have sex? ;)
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Nickcoconutboi on April 10th, 2005 08:59 pm (UTC)
First of all, I did want to say I enjoyed this for the most part. I think it flowed very well and you seemed very articulate with what you wanted to say... I just have a few details that really seemed flighty...

Jack drinks far more than Daniel on a daily basis. Firstly, I dont know that a 6pack would be enough to get Jack alone drunk, much less him AND Daniel. And I dont see Jack nearly catching up to Daniel with one glass of Bourbon and a can as opposed to Daniels two bottles he's downed before Jack got there. And I think that if they are really as drunk as you say.. they should be slurring at least a little. I don't care how controlled you are... alocohol makes you slip up. They seem sober and passionate to me. Not that I'm an expert on drunken occuraces, but the only thing I really thought beleivable about the drunkenness is that Daniel had a mood swing from upset to turned on.

Like i said, I thought the story flowed very well, but I just dont see some of the things you described as being believable...
Em Dash: Daniel Contheemdash on April 10th, 2005 10:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks for your opinion. And actually you hit things that I thought about. I questioned how drunk Jack becomes based on the amount he drinks and finally decided that based on the speed that he drank, he was probably more affected than he would be if he drank at his normal speed.

as opposed to Daniels two bottles he's downed

I didn't mean to imply that Daniel drank two bottles, just that he bought two bottles. I meant to say that he's only had half a bottle. God, if Daniel had drunk a bottle and a half, I think he would have been passed out. ;) I probably should make that clearer, though. A little tweak of the sentence should fix it. Thanks for pointing that out!

One problem I have with "drunk" stories is that writers frequently write the narrator as being drunk. That's just hard to read. When I've been drunk, I've felt like I'm still articulate and on my normal level of vocabulary--that's what I was trying to convey. Also, Jack needs to be drunk enough to feel free to act as he chooses, not so drunk that he won't remember it in the morning. Again, I could probably make that clearer by tweaking a sentence or two at the end.

Thank you. Sincerelly. I completely enjoy constructive criticism and I'm going to tweak the story based on your comments.
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Tefnuttefnut_ on April 11th, 2005 09:08 am (UTC)
Hot and sad. I'm a digger for this mood, and you set it very well. I love your style. The words you choose and the way you put them together fit together with the story like pieces of the same puzzle.
Em Dash: SG-1 Jacktheemdash on April 11th, 2005 10:55 am (UTC)
*is dumbfounded* Wow. What a spectacular compliment. Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it (and my style) so much.
Captain of the Innuendo Squad.: daniel tease ;)brandinsbabe on April 11th, 2005 09:50 pm (UTC)
oh wow. this one is so spectacular!! i cant wait to go read the others now!

do you mind if i rec this to stargateficred ?
Captain of the Innuendo Squad.: daniel spacemonkeybrandinsbabe on April 11th, 2005 09:52 pm (UTC)
stargateficrec rather lol.

oh and i just wanted to add that i really hope you write more to this series :)
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turning pages over run away to nowheredebs7 on April 13th, 2005 11:55 am (UTC)
That was good, even for a non slasher like me :)
Em Dash: Daniel Contheemdash on April 13th, 2005 01:09 pm (UTC)
Awww... you read my slashy even though you don't slashy. I'm touched! :D

I'll write some gen soon.
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De: world conspiringqueende on April 24th, 2005 08:47 pm (UTC)
hey, i got a chance to read your fanfic. it's really good:) this being a really generic comment i will try and explain better:)

to be truthful, and in no way shape or form am i trying to incite a riot, i never really *got* slash. in general, but particularly with jack/daniel. but after reading your fanfic i can definitely say that i *do* get it now. your writing made it make sense to me. you get the characters true to themselves but also added the extra oomph of the slash stuff. (was that a pun? it wasn't intended).

anyway, sorry it took me so long to get to it:) i think it's great!
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Danieltheemdash on April 24th, 2005 11:34 pm (UTC)
Wow. Thank you. That was such an enormous compliment. Really.

And it's not about the slash, it's about seeing the possibilities in their relationship--and I think this possibility exists, if certain things happened just a little bit diffferently.

And I love the thought of them. Eep! :D
Apple Slutroadrunner1896 on April 25th, 2005 05:39 pm (UTC)
I love you so very much for the way how you see them act and interact.

Probably because we do share our Danny and he influences us on the way we see him and Jack. *snuggles Danny*

And now to the fic.

I like how you show that Danny isn't a lightweight and can hold his liquor, but that he just can't handle beer. I have friends that have the same problem. For me it is the other way around. Or so I like to believe.

Bare Danny feet. *drools*

I love how you make Jack compare his own experiance with Charlie with what Danny had to witness with his parents and how he tries to transfer his own feelings and thoughts to Daniel's possible feelings and thoughts and how you show that he really cares and thinks about that and dosen't just want to make it go away with a bit of alcohol.

And I like how Daniel shows Jack what Jack means to him and how much Jack has grown into a "hero" with the "He was your Jack".

MUFFIN. *muffins you*

Daniel speaking German. *drools some more*

I really love you for the fact that even though you made them drink to get it started, you also make clear that both of them know what they are doing despite being a bit drunk. I really don't like these "OMG what did we do it doesn't really matter because we were drunk and not ourselfs" fics. *smooches you*

I like how you build this up and I always love how you refer to eps other than the one you tag. One can clearly see that you know your Stargate facts.

Yay! Tobi just woke up.

Sorry for that confused feedback. But that is how I feedback. Especially when I watch Looney Tunes inbetween and talk to people.
Em Dash: Daniel Smarttheemdash on April 25th, 2005 11:09 pm (UTC)
I like how you show that Danny isn't a lightweight and can hold his liquor, but that he just can't handle beer.

Like I said, I share quite a bit in common with Danny. Certain types of alcohol hit me harder than others. And we've seen that beer knocks him into silly land, but I'm pretty sure we've also seen him drink harder stuff.

I love how you make Jack compare his own experiance with Charlie with what Danny had to witness with his parents and how he tries to transfer his own feelings and thoughts to Daniel's possible feelings and thoughts and how you show that he really cares and thinks about that and dosen't just want to make it go away with a bit of alcohol.

Jack thinks more than he lets on. That's key to understanding his character. And he really cares about Daniel and his "kids" so I don't see why he wouldn't try to relate. He and Daniel are very similar, they just go about it in completely different ways.

I thought you'd like the bit with the German. That was my little surprise for you. ;)

you also make clear that both of them know what they are doing despite being a bit drunk.

I think it's very important. The possibility and sexual tension is there, but they needed something to get them there.

I like how you build this up and I always love how you refer to eps other than the one you tag. One can clearly see that you know your Stargate facts

Did you catch my little nod to "Lost City"? So far The Amy is the only one to mention it to me.
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Painfully perky: Jack by <lj user=" title="Painfully perky: Jack by " />icarusancalion on May 3rd, 2005 07:09 am (UTC)
It's late and I fear I have little energy for a decent comment, so I will attempt to sum it up in one word:

Exquisite.

Icarus
Em Dash: Daniel Smarttheemdash on May 3rd, 2005 12:01 pm (UTC)
While not a thorough review, I'll take that one word. ;)

I've been meaning to go back and read more of your stuff but I just haven't felt like I've had the time to devote to reading one of your pieces (meaning think about it afterwards and give a thoughtful review). Can I kick my job and just read (and write) fanfic all day? ;)
Mal: j-d by jr_moonmalnpudl on May 6th, 2005 08:27 am (UTC)
I know you posted this a while ago, but I'm finally making my way back through lots of people's fics that I missed for various reasons, and hopefully belated FB is better than none...?

I liked this very much, and am delighted you're doing a series of a sort.

"Jack?" His long hair nearly covers his eyes and his buttoned shirt is open revealing his chest underneath. The top button of his pants is unfastened.

Oh, my. Now that's a happy way to start any fic.

Underneath the bourbon Daniel smells surprisingly good. I can't place the smell but it reminds me of Charlie's baby shoes and high school math class—the unerringly bipolar nature of Daniel Jackson.

Very nice sensory imagery. I love it when the sense of smell is brought into a fic; seems to be one of my bulletproof kinks. :-)

There are days when I replay Charlie’s death over and over, why shouldn’t Daniel replay his parents’ deaths with the same morbid fascination?

Oh, ow. Very good ow. But ow.

"It's a good substitute for grief."

Oh, man. You're gonna rip my guts out, aren't you? (Not that I'm complaining.)

"Hey." My voice is soft—it's the voice I reserve for dogs, scared kids, and crying women.

Oh, god. Yes. That's my Jack.

The question is a sucker punch and I have to remind myself that Daniel's drunk. That apparently he’s a pretty mean drunk.

And that's Daniel. Yes. Compassionate, arrogant, brilliant, blind, perceptive, so many contradictory things all at once.

Daniel squeezes my hand and shifts closer to me. "He was your Jack."

I lean my head closer to him. "Yeah," I admit softly. "I liked that someone watched out for me."

Daniel nods and sniffs. "I like it, too."

I snicker and squeeze his hand. "You wouldn't admit that if you weren't drunk."

Daniel grins. "I wouldn't." He shifts his entire body closer. His knee brushes against mine, my pinky touching his thigh.


Oh god. And so it begins. Nicely understated but still powerful.

"Don't you feel comfortable?" Daniel sucks just under my ear. I never expected him to be so seductive.

*whimper*

I'm going to have a headache in the morning. I'm going to wake up in Daniel's arms. I'm going to wonder why I made this decision when it's a bad, bad idea. But I'm going to wake up in Daniel's arms.

It's a cold comfort, but I'll take it.


Oh, this is good. Yes. This is true, and this is good.

Very good stuff. Well done.
Em Dash: Daniel Whompedtheemdash on May 6th, 2005 09:27 am (UTC)
Oh, you couldn't have better timing. ;) it's 5:30 in the morning for me, I'm up because I can't sleep, and I'm about to start working. This is perfect timing.

Thank you. I'm glad that I can get such wonderful feedback. And feedback at any time is truly wonderful.

Very nice sensory imagery. I love it when the sense of smell is brought into a fic; seems to be one of my bulletproof kinks. :-)

People seem to forget about smell, so I bring it in whenever I possibly can. It's difficult, which is probably one of the reasons I try so hard for it.

And that's Daniel. Yes. Compassionate, arrogant, brilliant, blind, perceptive, so many contradictory things all at once.

It's one of the things that I love about him, so I think this may eek it's way in as a recurring theme. Not that I'm complaining...

Thanks again for the feedback. I need to start a new one this weekend and its always good to do so with some recent positive feedback. ;)
(no subject) - teddibear on March 20th, 2006 04:12 am (UTC) (Expand)
not_sallynot_sally on July 20th, 2005 02:54 am (UTC)
Hey, beyond loved it, and I'm about to go and read some of your other fics, but I do have a tiny crit:
"Nunca sabía que deseé esto."
I'm guessing you wanted to write: "I never knew I wanted this". If that's the case, then Daniel should say: "Nunca supe que deseaba esto"
Otherwise it doesn't make much sense. And feel free to write to me should you need some more Spanish-speaking!Jack/Daniel, I'd love to help.

Em Dash: Daniel Happy Placetheemdash on July 20th, 2005 11:12 am (UTC)
Awesome! Thank you!

I went through my half remembered Spanish (which forgot most conjugation beyond present and past) and Babel Fish, so I'm not surprised that it's slightly off. It didn't sound right to me, but I couldn't think of how to fix it.

If I get the urge to write more Spanish, I'll track you down. ;) Thanks again!
nitw1t on September 26th, 2005 10:42 am (UTC)
A perfect amount of angst. Thank you. :)
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Boyfriendstheemdash on September 26th, 2005 10:56 am (UTC)
You're welcome. I knew that one day you would read this fic and require that exact amount of angst.

Or just Thank you. ;)
Minx, (n.) a pert girl, (adj.) saucy; impudent: D left behind by artifuss_minxy_ on October 4th, 2005 11:05 pm (UTC)
Ooooh! I'm totally late to the party here, but I *loved* this. I love when Jack and Daniel do totally guy things like try to drink away their problems and "discuss" by saying things like "the Gamekeeper sucks."

And go Jack for taking the risk and staying. Because we all know he *needs* to, and Daniel needs him to as well.

*pets OTP*

I'm especially happy to find J/D now Jack is in D.C., even if it's backdated fic, this is happy. Do you mind if I rec on my LJ?
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Danieltheemdash on October 5th, 2005 02:16 am (UTC)
I love people who rec me. ;) Feel free to spread the word. I'm still kind of new to this fandom and am trying to make a name for myself amongst the fic readers. Any help towards that is appreciated.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I had a good time writing this one. Jack cooperated, Daniel didn't--it's so very much love. ;)
Kreskres on October 31st, 2005 10:47 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmmmmmmmm, all of it, but that line is what resonates most:

Daniel flinches, like a lie detector.

Because that's so right, with the early seasons Daniel.

Also: good decision there, Jack. Ha :)=
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Danieltheemdash on November 1st, 2005 01:37 am (UTC)
Thank you. I really like that line as well; it's one of my favorites.
TB: daniel geek chic-jacklemmonteddibear on March 20th, 2006 04:00 am (UTC)
You did it again. This is perfect. Oh you HAVE to continue this series. Especially with a sequel of the actual sex in this tag! *guh*

I love it when Daniel answers the door. The description, it's as if though he is already ready for entertaining. And then how that notion is flipped upside down when Jack gets a really close look at him and instead of seeing him as sexy and alluring sees him as lonely, depressed, and hurting and wonders who the real Daniel is. Then that gets flipped again when Daniel tries to clumsily cover up and Jack knows that his Daniel is the real thing.

Also love the comparison of the two types of drunk that Danny is. And just how much of the JD (cuz of course that's what he was drinking even if it's bourbon at all, it's sour mash whiskey... *g*) he had drunk and how much Jack needs to drink to catch up to him.

Then I just love seductive and in control Daniel. He KNOWS what he's doing and he wants it. The description of the man Jack sees when he looks at him? Oh yeah, he knows what he's getting into.

Oh and the imagery of the blue eyes. Oh yeah. Perfect.

Once again so many lines that were just so THEM. And I love that Daniel can be a mean and sarcastic drunk but then he tempers it when he says that John was Jack's Jack and Jack totally gets that statement. Awww.

Oh and the other languages thing! Bueno! Such a kink for me when my characters who are fluent in other languages use em. And the fact that the Spanish turns Daniel on too? Oh nice. Love the bit about inebriation. Heh. That's so Jack and Daniel, that argument. Never can shut up long enuf to get to the good stuff.

This line...

"Figured." I lean close and inhale. Underneath the bourbon Daniel smells surprisingly good. I can't place the smell but it reminds me of Charlie's baby shoes and high school math class—the unerringly bipolar nature of Daniel Jackson.

That one got me started on wanting to do the copy and paste thing again. Such imagery that brings up and the conflict we see in Jack when regarding Daniel. He thinks of him much like he thought of Charlie, in that way that he NEEDs to protect him. But at the same time he's attracted to him and wants more than to protect but to be able to love him. And that dichotomy wages war inside Jack. So this line while it speaks of Daniel's biploar nature and how much of a contradiction he is himself, it also speaks to Jack's bipolar nature when it comes to Daniel. It's better addressed when Jack starts questioning why he wants this forbidden thing with Daniel and how he SHOULDN'T want it but needs it in that very same way. Almost like he needs Daniel to breathe like oxygen. Which I think you mentioned either in this fic or Slow Burn.

Once again the emotions here are palpalble. The hurt and the fear and the pain and the loss and the need and the lust and the love are coming off of them like in waves. You can literally feel the energy and the air is crackling with it. Heh.

Yeah your imagery is amazing. You MUST continue this series. Writing lots and lots of post ep tags. Especially one for The Other Side and Menace since in both of those Jack is probably wracked with guilt AND anger. Same with The Serpent's Lair. I can ficstick you with my purple Peeps plotbunny if you like :)

TB: d/v whoops-boutondorteddibear on March 20th, 2006 04:01 am (UTC)
Doh! That should be, "even if it's NOT bourbon at all, it's sour mash whiskey...". Heh. Never try to be right about something when you're prone to stupid typos. eye=suck. *facedesk*
(no subject) - theemdash on November 16th, 2006 12:29 am (UTC) (Expand)
that which cannot be seen: jackslashdanielpricelesstresa_cho on April 5th, 2008 04:30 am (UTC)

Gawwd that was amazing. Very well done. I'm all melty.
Em Dash: Daniel Sex Pleasetheemdash on April 13th, 2008 10:15 pm (UTC)
*grabs the dry ice to solidify you again*
Ashleygetaway_machine on April 13th, 2008 08:21 pm (UTC)
"Honey," I murmur.

He chuckles. "Muffin?"


heheheee.

Okay, other than that? Yum. And ow? But yeah.
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Serioustheemdash on April 13th, 2008 09:48 pm (UTC)
*snickers* This is still one of my favorite fics for kissing. *sighs* And I've written a few straight up snogging fics, but I love the initial kiss in this one.