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wildernessguru!
It's great that WG likes Snape, and wonderful when he reads my slash. But he's a big fan of Stargate. Especially Jack.
He wants BlackOps!Jack.
Today we did some writing together (together! <3 ) and created an outline of how Jack escaped from Iraq. We also outlined Jack's post-Iraq military career.
WG has determined that Jack's method of escape from Iraq made him an interesting candidate for Air Force Special Operations Command (up until then he was just another flyboy). And Jack's bitterness over being left behind made him ripe for a much more ruthless type of military service.
Please note, it is most likely that Jack flew F-15E Strike Eagles, and possibly F-111 recon aircraft.
This I wrote fordestina's wish list (f-locked), but it didn't, I think, accomplish it. I suspect it's too short to really work. Yet I couldn't resist making use of my new military hardware *flashes shiny, shiny airplanes*
Sonic Boom
By Icarus
The jet trainers screamed overhead like so many hawks. Jack flipped the helmet in his hands and glanced at Daniel. His hair was blown about in the wind, shoulders hunched against the noise.
"It's great, isn't it?" Jack shouted, his voice muted through the earplugs. "Look at those babies!"
"Wow." Daniel was starry-eyed as he followed their flight, confirming Jack's theory there was no man in the world who didn't love aircraft. "So that's what you fly."
"Nuh-uh," Jack assured him. "They took my training wheels off a long time ago. Come'on!" He patted Daniel's shoulder and led him around the airfield, his old stomping grounds.
A fierce wind cut right through them.
Daniel tore his eyes away from a sleek T-38 Talon taxiing down the runway, with its broad trademark tail and stubby wings. The supersonic jet trainer was not what they'd come to see.
Jack skipped a little past Daniel, walking backwards as they turned a bend around the hangar. A refueling truck rolled past them, and Daniel edged out of the way.
"Holy shit." Daniel paused as he stared at the attack fighter, primed and dangerous, taking up a sizable chunk of the tarmac. "We're flying that? It looks like a missile… or a fortress of some kind."
Actually, the armaments had been stripped off. This machine carried precision-guided missiles, and was designed for tactical nuclear warheads as well.
"Yeah." Jack gazed with open lust down the fierce swept-back wings, the pointed nose, twin engines and sharp twin vertical tails. The F-15E Strike Eagle sat delicately on her landing gear, barely touching earth. He knew just how she felt as the power surged through her engines, heavy, untamable and oh-so-fucking-fast. His hands itched in his gloves, ready to get his hands on the controls. He met Daniel's curious, fond gaze. "That's what I flew in the Gulf."
He wanted Daniel to feel it, that rush, head thrown back as the energy coursed through his body. Man and machine. "If you think this is nice, just wait'll you see what she's like in the air."
Daniel stood with his mouth hanging open stupidly. Jack swallowed a little, considering. He didn't think Daniel was the sort to get sick or scared. He'd taken up women who'd begged him to throttle back, pleaded to be set back on the ground. He hoped Daniel wouldn't be like that. Though he'd never taken a friend up before. It's not the sort of thing you shared with friends.
The soldier on the ground saluted smartly. "She's all fueled and ready to go, sir."
Jack returned it with a casual nod, eyes studying Daniel as he approached his baby. Hands out, like he wanted to touch it, the way he reached for old stone tablets. Reverently. Jack's eyes half-lidded. That was good. Really good. Jack's heart pounded.
Daniel glanced back at him eagerly, eyes alight. "So. Are we…?" He gestured to the plane, pacing slightly like he wanted up, but didn't know how to mount her.
Jack let out a breath. "Yeah."
He nodded to the airman, embarrassed, unsure why. He wasn't the first old airman to bring a civilian to fly with him. And he was supposed to keep his flight hours up. Jack shifted his weight from one foot to the other and studied the ground, admiring the sky reflected purple and pink in puddles.
"Helmet," he ordered Daniel gruffly, then tightened the chin-strap and helped him settle it as he had countless times for Sarah and others. Sarah hadn't been afraid. He remembered that with respect.
Daniel grinned at him awkwardly as Jack clapped his shoulder, but Daniel's attention had returned to the aircraft, impatient, ready to go. Which was exactly how it should be. Jack felt something settle like a low purr. Satisfied and proud. If Daniel had a hard-on for this plane all was right with the world.
Jack grinned behind his sunglasses at the crude airman's phrase. But it really was like that. It hit you like that.
He got Daniel settled in the front – and no complaints about the tight space, despite a little squirming. Cool. Jack felt a tinge of guilt, because he'd sworn to Hammond they'd only take the Talon, which was slower and rigged for students. But this was the one he wanted, this was his aircraft and he'd certainly flown it enough single-handed.
Daniel shifted forward in his seat like an excited little kid, trying to adjust the angle. Jack smiled: he'd be glad of the incline in just a moment.
Jack shouted, "Ready?"
Daniel gave him a corny thumbs up, expression self-effacing and amused. Cool.
The airman pulled the blocks away and scrambled back. Jack ran through the pre-flight check, as natural as breathing, the engines firing, tarmac a slow steady rumble under his wheels. He felt her out, each unique idiosyncratic feel of every Eagle, his senses attuned and extended to every sound and read-out. She was older; he could feel the looseness. A little rattle here and there. You and me both, baby.
Oh yeah, he was home. Daniel was bracketed in the front seat, practically between Jack's legs. Safe but face-first into the sky.
Jack could feel his tension as they slowly found the runway, the familiar disembodied voices giving them clearance for take-off, both guardian angels and den mothers who called him home. He felt Daniel grip the seat.
Now.
He let loose with all she had, rocketing down the runway. Daniel melted into the seat… mouth open in a drowned laugh as they jumped the runway and tore a hole in the sky. Jack flew aggressively.
He whipped the controls to the right, and heard distantly a string of curses and didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. He banked left, then down, and saw Daniel's hands leave the seat like a roller coaster rider. Face flushed raw with excitement.
Clouds snapped by them as he put her through some standard maneuvers, required for his flight time, getting a feel for her. And Daniel. Watched his hands grip at every shuddering turn, responsive to the G's. The canopy reflected colored sky and Daniel's exhilarated, breathless smile.
Now it was time to really try her out.
Jack rolled her, and watched Daniel scramble, startled and scared. Then Jack pulled her up to almost 12 o'clock into an ear-popping climb, up and up. Daniel relaxed again, melted into his chair. Jack gave her two rolls – one, two – and Daniel punched the side of the plane. Jack peered at him. Wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Then he leveled off, communicated with 'Houston' … and let the throttle out, throwing them back against the seats.
You're mine.
The engines shrieked, boomed, then they left sound behind in an immensity of silence.
Daniel hunched. Then let his head fall back, gazing at the sky. Jack glanced up to see a vast, deep blue, sprinkled with stars, almost dizzying.
Yeah. That's it, Danny. That's where we are.
Jack shook his head to clear it, his breath coming short and fast. He checked the gauges and the oxygen was fine. But he felt light-headed anyway.
He turned back for home, though unable to resist a sudden plummeting dive. This time Jack heard Daniel's laugh, and as he pulled out, Daniel glanced back at him excitedly.
Baby, you understand.
Jack started at the words. All right, where did that come from?
He tried to take it back, but nothing could bottle up the surge of warmth and affection that came pouring out.
And Daniel had to pick right then to turn around and give him a big, goofy smile, soft lips parted, blue eyes as big as the sky. The colored clouds rolled past behind him. He mouthed words Jack couldn't understand, and Jack just shook his head slowly, took them into a crisp turn and aimed for home.
Jack resisted the urge to buzz the tower like a mischievous crow – he always wanted to buzz the tower, but it was something that pissed off the guardian angels. Who could resist? It was just… there. But he was good and only passed slightly closer than allowed, trusting to rank to spare him the lecture.
In the sudden silence of engines, the canopy dome creaked as they opened it, letting in a cold rush of air. The wind had picked up, but it felt soft and breathless.
On the ground, Daniel staggered out of the airplane. Jack gingerly helped him jump down with a hand on his arm, aware suddenly of his every move and gesture. The springy muscles in his shoulder and his buoyant step. Hyper-alive.
The sun had settled, leaving a purple and orange streak along the horizon, and the last of the sun burnished his hair a brassy gold.
"Oh Jack… that was…" he breathed. "That was amazing. No, amazing doesn't cover it. Nothing can." He tipped his head up at the sky, drunk with flight. He spun slightly on his heels. "It was incredible."
He was the sort to babble incoherently; that's how it took him.
Jack always felt strangely quiet after a hot run, like he'd left part of himself up there. It seemed like he'd barely touched ground still, his nerves singing with life. Daniel swung his arms playfully and Jack felt a shiver down his spine. The hangar crew was already to work on the aircraft, ignoring them completely.
Daniel paused, his eyes full of sky and something.
"Thank you, Jack," he said very seriously. "I know what that meant to you." He looped an arm over Jack's shoulder companionably, and Jack let him, stunned and confused.
"You wanna get a drink?" Daniel squeezed his shoulder.
"Yeah," Jack said. "Yeah, let's do that."
ETA:wildernessguru informs me that while I had the T-38 Talon correct (and he's so proud), the F-18D is only flown by the Navy. He made fun of the name "Sonic Boom" until I pouted and read the entire thing aloud to him. Then he decided it captured the story.
He's now showing me pictures of the French Mirage F-1E and Russian MiG-23's the Iraqi's fly. Flew.
wildernessguru!It's great that WG likes Snape, and wonderful when he reads my slash. But he's a big fan of Stargate. Especially Jack.
He wants BlackOps!Jack.
Today we did some writing together (together! <3 ) and created an outline of how Jack escaped from Iraq. We also outlined Jack's post-Iraq military career.
WG has determined that Jack's method of escape from Iraq made him an interesting candidate for Air Force Special Operations Command (up until then he was just another flyboy). And Jack's bitterness over being left behind made him ripe for a much more ruthless type of military service.
Please note, it is most likely that Jack flew F-15E Strike Eagles, and possibly F-111 recon aircraft.
This I wrote for
destina's wish list (f-locked), but it didn't, I think, accomplish it. I suspect it's too short to really work. Yet I couldn't resist making use of my new military hardware *flashes shiny, shiny airplanes*Sonic Boom
By Icarus
The jet trainers screamed overhead like so many hawks. Jack flipped the helmet in his hands and glanced at Daniel. His hair was blown about in the wind, shoulders hunched against the noise.
"It's great, isn't it?" Jack shouted, his voice muted through the earplugs. "Look at those babies!"
"Wow." Daniel was starry-eyed as he followed their flight, confirming Jack's theory there was no man in the world who didn't love aircraft. "So that's what you fly."
"Nuh-uh," Jack assured him. "They took my training wheels off a long time ago. Come'on!" He patted Daniel's shoulder and led him around the airfield, his old stomping grounds.
A fierce wind cut right through them.
Daniel tore his eyes away from a sleek T-38 Talon taxiing down the runway, with its broad trademark tail and stubby wings. The supersonic jet trainer was not what they'd come to see.
Jack skipped a little past Daniel, walking backwards as they turned a bend around the hangar. A refueling truck rolled past them, and Daniel edged out of the way.
"Holy shit." Daniel paused as he stared at the attack fighter, primed and dangerous, taking up a sizable chunk of the tarmac. "We're flying that? It looks like a missile… or a fortress of some kind."
Actually, the armaments had been stripped off. This machine carried precision-guided missiles, and was designed for tactical nuclear warheads as well.
"Yeah." Jack gazed with open lust down the fierce swept-back wings, the pointed nose, twin engines and sharp twin vertical tails. The F-15E Strike Eagle sat delicately on her landing gear, barely touching earth. He knew just how she felt as the power surged through her engines, heavy, untamable and oh-so-fucking-fast. His hands itched in his gloves, ready to get his hands on the controls. He met Daniel's curious, fond gaze. "That's what I flew in the Gulf."
He wanted Daniel to feel it, that rush, head thrown back as the energy coursed through his body. Man and machine. "If you think this is nice, just wait'll you see what she's like in the air."
Daniel stood with his mouth hanging open stupidly. Jack swallowed a little, considering. He didn't think Daniel was the sort to get sick or scared. He'd taken up women who'd begged him to throttle back, pleaded to be set back on the ground. He hoped Daniel wouldn't be like that. Though he'd never taken a friend up before. It's not the sort of thing you shared with friends.
The soldier on the ground saluted smartly. "She's all fueled and ready to go, sir."
Jack returned it with a casual nod, eyes studying Daniel as he approached his baby. Hands out, like he wanted to touch it, the way he reached for old stone tablets. Reverently. Jack's eyes half-lidded. That was good. Really good. Jack's heart pounded.
Daniel glanced back at him eagerly, eyes alight. "So. Are we…?" He gestured to the plane, pacing slightly like he wanted up, but didn't know how to mount her.
Jack let out a breath. "Yeah."
He nodded to the airman, embarrassed, unsure why. He wasn't the first old airman to bring a civilian to fly with him. And he was supposed to keep his flight hours up. Jack shifted his weight from one foot to the other and studied the ground, admiring the sky reflected purple and pink in puddles.
"Helmet," he ordered Daniel gruffly, then tightened the chin-strap and helped him settle it as he had countless times for Sarah and others. Sarah hadn't been afraid. He remembered that with respect.
Daniel grinned at him awkwardly as Jack clapped his shoulder, but Daniel's attention had returned to the aircraft, impatient, ready to go. Which was exactly how it should be. Jack felt something settle like a low purr. Satisfied and proud. If Daniel had a hard-on for this plane all was right with the world.
Jack grinned behind his sunglasses at the crude airman's phrase. But it really was like that. It hit you like that.
He got Daniel settled in the front – and no complaints about the tight space, despite a little squirming. Cool. Jack felt a tinge of guilt, because he'd sworn to Hammond they'd only take the Talon, which was slower and rigged for students. But this was the one he wanted, this was his aircraft and he'd certainly flown it enough single-handed.
Daniel shifted forward in his seat like an excited little kid, trying to adjust the angle. Jack smiled: he'd be glad of the incline in just a moment.
Jack shouted, "Ready?"
Daniel gave him a corny thumbs up, expression self-effacing and amused. Cool.
The airman pulled the blocks away and scrambled back. Jack ran through the pre-flight check, as natural as breathing, the engines firing, tarmac a slow steady rumble under his wheels. He felt her out, each unique idiosyncratic feel of every Eagle, his senses attuned and extended to every sound and read-out. She was older; he could feel the looseness. A little rattle here and there. You and me both, baby.
Oh yeah, he was home. Daniel was bracketed in the front seat, practically between Jack's legs. Safe but face-first into the sky.
Jack could feel his tension as they slowly found the runway, the familiar disembodied voices giving them clearance for take-off, both guardian angels and den mothers who called him home. He felt Daniel grip the seat.
Now.
He let loose with all she had, rocketing down the runway. Daniel melted into the seat… mouth open in a drowned laugh as they jumped the runway and tore a hole in the sky. Jack flew aggressively.
He whipped the controls to the right, and heard distantly a string of curses and didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. He banked left, then down, and saw Daniel's hands leave the seat like a roller coaster rider. Face flushed raw with excitement.
Clouds snapped by them as he put her through some standard maneuvers, required for his flight time, getting a feel for her. And Daniel. Watched his hands grip at every shuddering turn, responsive to the G's. The canopy reflected colored sky and Daniel's exhilarated, breathless smile.
Now it was time to really try her out.
Jack rolled her, and watched Daniel scramble, startled and scared. Then Jack pulled her up to almost 12 o'clock into an ear-popping climb, up and up. Daniel relaxed again, melted into his chair. Jack gave her two rolls – one, two – and Daniel punched the side of the plane. Jack peered at him. Wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Then he leveled off, communicated with 'Houston' … and let the throttle out, throwing them back against the seats.
You're mine.
The engines shrieked, boomed, then they left sound behind in an immensity of silence.
Daniel hunched. Then let his head fall back, gazing at the sky. Jack glanced up to see a vast, deep blue, sprinkled with stars, almost dizzying.
Yeah. That's it, Danny. That's where we are.
Jack shook his head to clear it, his breath coming short and fast. He checked the gauges and the oxygen was fine. But he felt light-headed anyway.
He turned back for home, though unable to resist a sudden plummeting dive. This time Jack heard Daniel's laugh, and as he pulled out, Daniel glanced back at him excitedly.
Baby, you understand.
Jack started at the words. All right, where did that come from?
He tried to take it back, but nothing could bottle up the surge of warmth and affection that came pouring out.
And Daniel had to pick right then to turn around and give him a big, goofy smile, soft lips parted, blue eyes as big as the sky. The colored clouds rolled past behind him. He mouthed words Jack couldn't understand, and Jack just shook his head slowly, took them into a crisp turn and aimed for home.
Jack resisted the urge to buzz the tower like a mischievous crow – he always wanted to buzz the tower, but it was something that pissed off the guardian angels. Who could resist? It was just… there. But he was good and only passed slightly closer than allowed, trusting to rank to spare him the lecture.
In the sudden silence of engines, the canopy dome creaked as they opened it, letting in a cold rush of air. The wind had picked up, but it felt soft and breathless.
On the ground, Daniel staggered out of the airplane. Jack gingerly helped him jump down with a hand on his arm, aware suddenly of his every move and gesture. The springy muscles in his shoulder and his buoyant step. Hyper-alive.
The sun had settled, leaving a purple and orange streak along the horizon, and the last of the sun burnished his hair a brassy gold.
"Oh Jack… that was…" he breathed. "That was amazing. No, amazing doesn't cover it. Nothing can." He tipped his head up at the sky, drunk with flight. He spun slightly on his heels. "It was incredible."
He was the sort to babble incoherently; that's how it took him.
Jack always felt strangely quiet after a hot run, like he'd left part of himself up there. It seemed like he'd barely touched ground still, his nerves singing with life. Daniel swung his arms playfully and Jack felt a shiver down his spine. The hangar crew was already to work on the aircraft, ignoring them completely.
Daniel paused, his eyes full of sky and something.
"Thank you, Jack," he said very seriously. "I know what that meant to you." He looped an arm over Jack's shoulder companionably, and Jack let him, stunned and confused.
"You wanna get a drink?" Daniel squeezed his shoulder.
"Yeah," Jack said. "Yeah, let's do that."
ETA:
wildernessguru informs me that while I had the T-38 Talon correct (and he's so proud), the F-18D is only flown by the Navy. He made fun of the name "Sonic Boom" until I pouted and read the entire thing aloud to him. Then he decided it captured the story.He's now showing me pictures of the French Mirage F-1E and Russian MiG-23's the Iraqi's fly. Flew.
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Date: 2005-03-15 06:50 am (UTC)I want BlackOps!Jack but I don't think the same way he does. Or well from what you've said of WG ;)
LOVE LOVE LOVE this story! I so see Jack loving the rush of flying and..him sharing it with Daniel. *purrs*
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Date: 2005-03-15 09:12 pm (UTC)He's pretty anxious about it. He's asked me how long it will take me to write the BlackOps story, so it looks like I'm committed. He's also done a lot of research on Desert Storm in Iraq, emailed me maps, the works. *snickers*
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-16 01:03 am (UTC)you've trained him to do research for you!.Where did you find him and are there more like him? *looks hopeful*no subject
Date: 2005-03-15 06:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-15 09:15 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-15 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-15 09:17 pm (UTC)Awesome. I had to base it on some (very realistic) movies and my experience flying in a seaplane that had no doors. I'm really glad it worked.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-15 08:10 am (UTC)Daniel was bracketed in the front seat, practically between Jack's legs. Safe but face-first into the sky.
Just perfect.
And I can't wait to read BlackOps!Jack. *g*
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Date: 2005-03-15 09:22 pm (UTC)Oh good. That was the part that I was afraid might not have come across.
I love your kid!Jack icons.
And I can't wait to read BlackOps!Jack. *g*
WG is pushing me on it. "How long will it take to write the story, huh, huh?" :p
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-15 08:21 am (UTC)And woo! for posting the other stories too - now if only I could afford to pay you so you could do this full time....
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Date: 2005-03-15 09:25 pm (UTC)Wow. Wonderful. That's the entire reason I write slash: I threw up my hands several years ago after reading too many feminized men.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-15 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-15 12:22 pm (UTC)This was wonderful, I loved every word of it. You could feel it in your teeth when you read about how it feels to be up there.
I can imagime just how hot Daniel looked after the ride, probably a lot like he looks when he gets all flushed over some tablet on another planet. *G*
Thanks to you and your lovely SO .. the couple that slashes together, stays together. ;)
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Date: 2005-03-15 09:59 pm (UTC)Wow. Thank you.
wow
I've been looking for deeper Stargate fics, too, ones that dig into their past and their personalities.
You could feel it in your teeth when you read about how it feels to be up there.
Yes! Exactly, I wanted us to feel the heart-pounding velocity. Fabulous.
I can imagime just how hot Daniel looked after the ride, probably a lot like he looks when he gets all flushed over some tablet on another planet. *G*
All eager and bouncy and raring to go. This is early Daniel (you can tell by his gentler and slightly dorkier manner, as well as the longer hair). This takes place somewhere around Season two I believe.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-15 02:16 pm (UTC)Daniel was bracketed in the front seat, practically between Jack's legs. Safe but face-first into the sky.
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Date: 2005-03-16 07:11 am (UTC)You should see the photo of the plane. *whistles* Hot.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-15 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-16 07:14 am (UTC)Jack-the-pilot is shit-hot. And he knows it, too.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-15 03:16 pm (UTC)If Daniel has any sort of hard-on, all is right with the world.
God I loved this. I swear I was leaning around in my seat with the different descriptions of the plane's movement, and Jack was just too cute, like a kid with a toy who wants to show you how much fun it is but doesn't want to seem childish in the process.
Just so you know you have singlehandedly turned me on to the Stargate fandom with your fics. Be proud (or scared).
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Date: 2005-03-16 07:19 am (UTC)I swear I was leaning around in my seat with the different descriptions of the plane's movement,
Ha! I told WG about this. Cool! You should see the photos of the F-15E. It's a flying arsenal, less sleek and more powerful-looking than the F-16.
Jack was just too cute, like a kid with a toy who wants to show you how much fun it is but doesn't want to seem childish in the process.
Yep. Pure kid, but keep it cool.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-15 05:25 pm (UTC)This works really well, particularly in the way of two friends sharing something that's important to the one, and a revelation for the other. And of course, who can resist Jack flying? Not me. Not Daniel, either, apparently. *g* Thank you for sharing this. :)
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Date: 2005-03-16 08:43 pm (UTC)There'd be one scene after another of Jack unconsciously bringing Daniel deeper and deeper into his life - actions, not words, a montage of different aspects of Jack's world - until he's forced to contend with, okay, that's what's going on. But by that point it's too late: Daniel's already there.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-03-16 02:19 am (UTC)I loved this para, and all it unobtrusively conveyed: Jack returned it with a casual nod, eyes studying Daniel as he approached his baby. Hands out, like he wanted to touch it, the way he reached for old stone tablets. Reverently. Jack's eyes half-lidded. That was good. Really good. Jack's heart pounded.
If you and WG are going to take up writing Stargate fic together, my determination to stay out of that fandom may be doomed.
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Date: 2005-03-16 10:48 pm (UTC)