FICLET: The Walls of Jericho, Jack/Daniel. Partlet - 26

This is getting long, so the previous part is here.

The Walls of Jericho - 26 (from part 1 here)
by Icarus


Jack staggered out of the tent, grumbling to himself. His body felt liquified and heavy, and what he really wanted was a beer. And a shower. And eggs for breakfast, with an hour or two to scan the Sunday funnies.

He decided off-world sex was not what it was cracked up to be, not when you had fourth watch at four am, and a long march to look forward to. Worse than mid-week sex – what was he thinking? He blew on his hands, sniffed, then fired up the camp stove to boil some water for coffee.

"Good morning, Colonel O'Neill," Teal'c said, moss crackling underfoot as he reported in from his watch.

Jack peered up at him, and decided against speaking. He nodded faintly.

"Did you have a good rest?" Teal'c asked in a mild voice.

Too mild. Jack gave him a laser-beam stare, instantly suspicious. He paused, glanced down in a poker face.

"No. No, I didn't," he said honestly. Then poured instant crystals into the hot water, and stirred, blowing on his coffee. Took a too-hot sip to stall for time and sighed, staring down at the cup. "Shitty night's sleep in fact." He stayed deeply interested in coffee. Ummm. Coffee.

Teal'c inclined his head, acknowledging the truth of this. That sixth sense of Jack's settled somewhat. He could never, ever, lie to Teal'c. You didn't lie to a guy betrayed by fake gods. It was just… too wrong.

As Teal'c returned to his tent, Jack stared into the embers of the fire, unseeingly.



The next part is here.

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My favorite fan

SQUEE! wildernessguru is reading SNAFU! The story he helped do 90% of the research for. The one he said I couldn't write, because no way could I do a gritty battle scene. The one that took ten months of work.

Beg Me For It he thought was hot.

Sex, Drugs and Death Eater Rock he took a loooooong time to finish, but he keeps going back and rereading certain sections, laughing. "That is so Draco."

Hey You brought him up short. "Now this is good." Oh yeah, the boy likes suspense. He started giving a running commentary. "Percy's a real pussy."

Now he's started SNAFU!

I glanced over at him. He went from casually reading to crouched over the book, frowning intensely, unmoving as he devoured page after page. Taking a break now

"This is a good story, honey," he says, sounding both surprised and impressed. "That scene with the [edited for spoilers] was really gritty."

Did I say SQUEE?