Two Stargate Recs pages!
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Stargate SG-1 recs page
More Stargate SG-1 recs from Anna S.
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More Stargate SG-1 recs from Anna S.
Enjoy!
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Date: 2004-12-19 10:13 pm (UTC)I blame you for my current late nights, as I sit and read Stargate. You have no mercy! ;-)
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Date: 2004-12-19 10:15 pm (UTC)*dangles Jack and Daniel, with mistletoe, happily*
By the way -- I'm late, but, happy birthday!
Icarus
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Date: 2004-12-19 10:18 pm (UTC)*leaps up to try to bite Jack and Daniel*
*smooch*
For Tboy!
Date: 2004-12-20 01:16 am (UTC)General Hammond chuckled, and Jack bounced off to find Carter. She was good for a dance with enough beer in her.
She couldn't be far. Jack threaded through excitedly talking people, half-familiar without their SGC uniforms. Daniel's apartment was waaaay too small for a party like this, but it was his turn and anyway, Jack's neighbors had called the police last time they had it there.
Jack spotted Carter over by Daniel's fireplace, a high shine on her face that promised plenty of booze. But she was deep in conversation with someone brown-haired that Jack would probably recognize if he were in his proper geek-wear. Damn. Weren't those guys supposed to be tagged with bowties or something? Probably talkin' physics, which was a hell of a way to spend a party.
A few people were starting to dance, and there was hooting laughter and a round of clapping as Daniel stepped away from the stereo, shirt drenched with beer. Jack squinted. Tripped, maybe? Ah, no. One of the nurses being unpleasantly flirtatious. Daniel didn't seem too irritated as he laughed and blushed, shaking beer from his hands. The patience of a saint. Jack shouted, "She's just tryin' to get your shirt off!" But Daniel only waved at him, not hearing a word.
Jack bobbed in time with the beat and cast about the room restlessly. His eyes fell on Janet who sparkled and had a look of mischief about her. He waved her over, swinging an arm about her shoulders.
She yelled in his ear, "You ready to show them how it's done?"
Jack grinned as he pulled her out onto the impromptu dance floor. Someone shoved Daniel's coffee table even further out of the way.
"I just wanna know - who let Daniel pick out the music?"
Janet laughed, brash and very drunk, and gave him a bump on the hip. Oh yeah, Janet knew how to bump and grind. She was from his generation and they knew all the same moves. Jack spun on his heels, not Travolta, but he could move well enough. He spun Janet around, only to be faced with people pointing and laughing. Hey... But they were all looking past them and --
-- Daniel was up on the coffee table, pulling off his beer-soaked shirt. Jack clapped with everyone else, pausing to whistle. Then he moaned with the rest of the crowd when it turned out Daniel had a T-shirt on underneath. "Boo! Hiss! Unfair!"
Teal'c's deep voice cut through the noise and the current lull in the music. "It appears your undergarment is equally damp, DanielJackson." The even tone was belied by his faint smirk, and Jack laughed, long and hard, at Daniel's confused expression.
And the crowd goes wild.
Jack and Janet led the chant, Jack pumped his fist in the air, "Do-it! Do-it! Do-it!" until he had had the room pounding with the rhythm, Carter's hand was over her mouth, the General's face was bright red with embarrassed laughter, and Daniel threw up his hands looking helplessly around the the crowd. The look he thew Jack was classic Shakespearian "Et tu, Brutus?" Then a last ditch plea for help from Teal'c, who merely raised his chin.
Then finally Daniel reached down and peeled his T-shirt up and off, to wild applause. Bare chest, smooth as a baby's ass. Even Carter joined in on the whistling. Daniel tucked his arms around himself, and tried to get down off the coffee table. Oh yeah, Jack smiled. It wasn't an SGC party until they got Daniel half-naked. Which was surprisingly easy to do. He'd probably been one of those three-year-olds that threw his clothes off and ran around the house naked. Charlie had done that. Jack smiled at the memory - a soft memory, not one of the painful ones - as Daniel hopped off the coffee table, wet T-shirt in hand.
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Re: For Tboy!
Date: 2004-12-20 02:35 am (UTC)I wanna be at that party *eg*. Verrry nice, and the '(more)' at the end... was that a question or a promise? *eg* More would be very welcome :-D.
Mmm, wettshirt!Daniel, followed by shirtless!Daniel, oh yeah *g*. Pretty *g*.
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Date: 2004-12-20 03:35 am (UTC)More at the party. :D
Date: 2004-12-20 03:32 am (UTC)Jack caught a whiff of, "...oh, I'd better go now -- before I see more of Doctor Jackson than nature intended."
Jack shouted back, "Oh no, sir. He's gotta be way more drunk for that!"
But Jack knew it was a lost cause as George pulled out his grand-daughters' names as excuses, and his coat was fetched from the pile on Daniel's bed. It was the sign of a good leader to know when his troops needed to relax, and not embarrass themselves in front of the man they reported to; but Jack protested anyway.
As the the Sergeant on duty held the door, Jack gave a cheery, half-drunk salute and the party paused and swirled around the general as one of the nurses kissed him on the cheek. Everyone waved and wished him a good night and a merry Christmas.
Jack felt the room shift, and the last veneer of restraint lifted. Good call, George; though he felt a tad sorry the general couldn't stay. But George was a shy southern boy anyway.
The music ratcheted up a notch and someone held up a clear round bottle from the kitchen - with a familiar red label. Jack licked his lips, already feeling the burn. The rattle of paper bags joined the din of the party, the clink of bottle as someone started pouring the shots into little plastic dixie cups.
On cue, someone cut the music, leaving only the warm buzz of laughter and talk. It changed to the first good song of the night: 'Tequila.' Daniel's head bobbed up from over by the stereo, he was grinning like a fool, a dishtowel draped around his bare neck.
Jack found Janet still on his arm and sashayed her back out to the middle of the bobbing heads and awkward dancing, the geeks and stiff SFs were a funny combination, gettin' his groove. Daniel edged his way past Jack, cut through the dancers, and Jack couldn't resist snagging that towel. Daniel glanced around, open-mouthed, but by then Janet had it swinging around her head. Daniel's laser-glare beamed in on Jack anyway.
Wha-? Jack feigned innocence, rocking his shoulders into the twist, fists punching the air. Janet sawed the towel behind her ass, dipping backwards, limbo queen that she was. Shake it, baby! Jack laughed at the amused resignation on Daniel's face at the fate of his towel.
Jack glanced around for the rest of his team. He found Carter finally up, dancing her bouncy, I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself step she had for all music, all the time, bright-eyed and beaming. Daniel ignored one of the nurses and did that stiff-shouldered thing of his as he crossed to Teal'c, dragging him out onto the dance floor.
"I am not a Hartak," Teal'c said, frowning.
"What's a hardhat?" Jack shouted to Daniel, losing his rhythm for a sec. He settled the ball of his foot on the ground again and got his hips back into it.
Daniel leaned over, tongue between his teeth. "It means pleasure slave. They dance. I think."
"Sure you are, Teal'c!" Janet laughed and reached for Teal'c.
"It is undignified for a warrior," Teal'c said, standing stiffly and scowling. "And you all perform most poorly."
"Well, I'll show you," Janet answered with her most formidable smile. Jack knew when to back away slowly.
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Re: More at the party. :D
Date: 2004-12-20 04:03 am (UTC)I recognised the bottle - even though it's been many years - deliberately many - and they're all gonna have incredible hangovers in the morning *eg*. But their night is yet young, and I'm hanging on seeing what else happens to Daniel. He is halfway naked already, after all ;-).
Re: More at the party. :D
Date: 2004-12-20 04:36 am (UTC)*glares at Jack in frustration*
"Don't look at me! You're the one who has to find a plot here. Me, I'm just dancing, see?"
Re: More at the party. :D
Date: 2004-12-20 04:43 am (UTC)Don't try that innocent schtick with us, buster.
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Date: 2004-12-20 05:02 am (UTC)Daniel laughed in his ear, a warm puff of air. "Will you stop saying that?"
"Huh?"
"It was a polite translation. Technically, it means 'whore.'" Daniel paused to drop salt on his tongue and throw back the tequila. He spluttered and shook his head, mouth open, and handed the salt shaker to Jack.
Jack peered at Teal'c, who was cautiously placing his feet exactly as the doctor told him, moving with all the grace of a teeter-totter. His eye was trained on the rest of the crowd. "So Teal'c thinks he's acting like a whore?" Jack dosed his tongue with salt and emptied the dixie cup in one smooth gulp - whew! He coughed. "Kinky."
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Date: 2004-12-20 05:07 am (UTC)*coughsorrycough*
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Date: 2004-12-20 06:26 am (UTC)More, more, more!! Bad drunken dancing, half-naked Daniel, and tequila.
I'm very intrigued. And entertained.
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Date: 2004-12-22 12:25 pm (UTC)Icarus
(sorry, fell asleep behind the computer at 4am)
Date: 2004-12-20 01:59 pm (UTC)"What?!" Daniel shouted back, bouncing to his bubblegum pop. Between this and his gay bar techno-shit, Daniel had zero taste. Not to mention it showed exactly where Daniel learned to dance. Jeeze.
"Lime! Where?! It's sacrilege without the lime!" Jack swirled the empty dixie cup in his face. "California will disown you!"
"Oh, I dunno." Daniel glanced around, looking dazed as he put way more hip into his move than a straight guy would. "There's some around here somewhere..."
"C'mon!" Jack jerked his head towards the kitchen.
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Date: 2004-12-20 02:33 pm (UTC)"You need better help around here," Jack griped, slamming through drawers for a knife, while Daniel stretched up and retrieved a container of sea salt.
Jack sliced two limes for himself and Daniel, then nabbed a couple of people returning from the bathroom. "Hey! In here-!"
He had three or four people chopping while his hand snaked out and nabbed a bottle of tequila. He grinned and waved as he backed out: "Great work! Yeah, make sure you get all those...." he gestured to the counter.
He took a raw swig from the tequila bottle and hugged Daniel close, to say in his ear, "Now that, Daniel, that was delegation. That's why they pay me the big bucks around here."
Daniel snorted. "Conveniently forgetting, of course, that I make more than you."
Jack steered him towards the bedroom. It was a tactical decision, to get Daniel away from the stereo so the party had a chance at decent music. He shoved Daniel through the door. "Oh, that's just to pay back all those college loans. We emphathize in the military, we really do."
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Date: 2004-12-20 05:03 pm (UTC)Yes, steer him towards the bedroom, Jack. Go do your thing *eg*.
*happiness*
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Date: 2004-12-21 09:43 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-12-21 10:26 pm (UTC)"Hel-lo," Jack said to the natives, feeling the faint happy buzz of tequila mixed with beer. Oh, this was gonna be a night.
"What're you doing?" Daniel peered at them.
"Colonel... Doctor Jackson. Wanna join in?" It was a guy in a black sweater, Tanner... Tannin -- damn, these guys usually came labelled.
"Those are tarot cards," Daniel complained, giving them a funny look.
"Yeah, we had to throw out about twenty jokers -"
Daniel shut his eyes. "The major arcana."
"- but you can kinda recognize the rest. Kinda."
"Figures Jackson would even have weird cards -- no offense, sir."
Daniel spread his hands in a little gesture of defeat.
Jack squinted at Daniel. "You have tarot cards? You buy this heebie-jeebie stuff?"
"Well, bought them more like. They're museum replicas of an 16th century deck."
One of the SFs blinked up at him. "Oh hey, if they're old, I'm sorry --"
"They're $24.99 and, um, I don't think cardboard would have lasted four hundred years actually." Daniel rubbed the back of his neck, turning to Jack. "Most native societies utilize some form of divination. It's how they contend with the unknown, make choices where all paths lead into danger."
Jack's chin tipped challengingly. "Yeah? So? What d'you have them for?"
"I was peering into the future, and that lightbulb over there is my crystal ball -- what do you think? I was looking for symbolic patterns. Kasuf's tribe has a divination system that's similar."
"Oh."
"The tarot does date back to ancient Egyptian times," Daniel continued. "I suspect that each of the major arcana might represent a system lord."
"Cool. So all we have to do is deal them out, and we can find the bastards." Daniel rolled his eyes as Jack sat, settling the tequila bottle carefully beside him. "What's the game?"
"Five card stud, aces -- well, whatever these things are -- wild."
Daniel shook his head. "Only at the SGC would we be playing five card stud with a deck of tarot cards."
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LOL!
Date: 2004-12-21 10:55 pm (UTC);-)
Re: LOL!
Date: 2004-12-22 01:30 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-12-22 01:22 pm (UTC)"Oh, yeah, sure." Daniel sank cross-legged to the floor with an ease that made Jack hate him, just a little bit. "What are we playing for?"
"Well it was strip poker before someone started playing Tequila out there. The girls all bailed."
"Daniel, why don't you see if you can round up some more players?" Jack gestured with the bottle as he took another swig and passed along.
Daniel watched the bottle make the rounds, then said with a little distaste, "I'll get us some cups."
"Yeah, make those double-D if you can!" The other SFs laughed. Daniel looked back with a wry tight-lipped grin; the music blared and softened as he shut the door.
"I swear to god that guy's queer," Emmett said... Everett? -- hell, Jack was never gonna get their names straight.
Jack accepted the bottle and took a covering sip. He swallowed. "What makes you say that?"
All the SFs turned his way. Daniel was his teammate. He'd know. There were queers in the military; you didn't institute Don't Ask Don't Tell if you thought it would let in queers who weren't there already: that was the big admission of the policy. It had become something of a sport to spot them. They wouldn't be ostracized, these guys were too savvy for that - stupid men didn't make it to the Special Forces - but anyone marked different was just gonna be outside. That's the way it was.
"You ever seen him dance?" Emmett-whoever said. "Man. Queer, I tell you."
Yeah, Jack had pulled Daniel off the dance floor just in time. Jack's eyes narrowed at this troublemaker and decided on his attack. He said slowly, dropping each syllable like a pearl, "You watch him dance?"
The best defence was a good offense. Emmet-Everett's eyes widened, and the other SFs roared with laughter.
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Date: 2004-12-20 04:39 am (UTC)I have yet to get into SG fics but I'm happy for you to keep going and seduce me.