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The Other Man
By Icarus
The kitchen was dark with only the light on over the sink, turned low on the dimmer switch.
Sara shut off the water and sponged down the faucet, wringing the sponge out into the drain. That left her with... no more excuses to avoid the living room. But she did so just the same, waiting, with her hands on the edge of the counter. It was dark outside too, and there was nothing to see but a black window.
She could hear the low murmur of men's voices from here; Jack's deep baritone, and now and again a softer voice, very mild. Edged with humor and self-mockery. She'd been prepared to hate that voice and the man that came with it, but she found she couldn't. Which was disappointing. She supposed that she was getting old.
She felt rather than heard Jack come in and lean against the kitchen doorway; there was almost a warmth to his presence behind her. Could almost see the worn shirt pulled tight across his chest, the bit of t-shirt peeking out underneath. He waited, too, studying her, weighing her mood. There was the soft plosh of the beer as he took another sip. Forcing her, as usual, to make the first move.
"So he's the one?" she said sharply.
It came out a lot harsher than she intended. She turned to look at him to soften it, but his eyes were tracing the patterns on the floor. She never could read him. They stood in silence in the dark kitchen.
Just about when she'd given up on an answer, he said: "It's only for one night."
Jack looked up at her, his warm, dark eyes glinting. He'd said he was sorry once; he wasn't going to repeat himself. His tone grew frustrated, "He had nowhere else to go."
"He could've stayed on base."
Not charitable, she knew, but she was past caring at this point. She might not be able to hate this 'Daniel Jackson' but she'd be damned if she was going to share.
"I can't say that I don't regret what happened, because I do," he said, having the nerve to sound hurt. "And it isn't... You just have to trust me that history isn't gonna repeat itself. What happened at Abydos..." She stiffened and didn't want to hear it again, his rush of explanations about 'a man' and 'a night' and 'a situation.' "But I'm not gonna stop being his friend. I owe him at least that much."
And that was it, wasn't it? Because he was a man it was somehow not okay for her demand Jack never see him again. Because a man could be a buddy but a woman was what-? She was awed at the double standard.
"Do what you want," Sara said, turning her back on him. "You will anyways."
Finis.
sharp_tongue.The Other Man
By Icarus
The kitchen was dark with only the light on over the sink, turned low on the dimmer switch.
Sara shut off the water and sponged down the faucet, wringing the sponge out into the drain. That left her with... no more excuses to avoid the living room. But she did so just the same, waiting, with her hands on the edge of the counter. It was dark outside too, and there was nothing to see but a black window.
She could hear the low murmur of men's voices from here; Jack's deep baritone, and now and again a softer voice, very mild. Edged with humor and self-mockery. She'd been prepared to hate that voice and the man that came with it, but she found she couldn't. Which was disappointing. She supposed that she was getting old.
She felt rather than heard Jack come in and lean against the kitchen doorway; there was almost a warmth to his presence behind her. Could almost see the worn shirt pulled tight across his chest, the bit of t-shirt peeking out underneath. He waited, too, studying her, weighing her mood. There was the soft plosh of the beer as he took another sip. Forcing her, as usual, to make the first move.
"So he's the one?" she said sharply.
It came out a lot harsher than she intended. She turned to look at him to soften it, but his eyes were tracing the patterns on the floor. She never could read him. They stood in silence in the dark kitchen.
Just about when she'd given up on an answer, he said: "It's only for one night."
Jack looked up at her, his warm, dark eyes glinting. He'd said he was sorry once; he wasn't going to repeat himself. His tone grew frustrated, "He had nowhere else to go."
"He could've stayed on base."
Not charitable, she knew, but she was past caring at this point. She might not be able to hate this 'Daniel Jackson' but she'd be damned if she was going to share.
"I can't say that I don't regret what happened, because I do," he said, having the nerve to sound hurt. "And it isn't... You just have to trust me that history isn't gonna repeat itself. What happened at Abydos..." She stiffened and didn't want to hear it again, his rush of explanations about 'a man' and 'a night' and 'a situation.' "But I'm not gonna stop being his friend. I owe him at least that much."
And that was it, wasn't it? Because he was a man it was somehow not okay for her demand Jack never see him again. Because a man could be a buddy but a woman was what-? She was awed at the double standard.
"Do what you want," Sara said, turning her back on him. "You will anyways."
Finis.
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Date: 2005-04-05 03:25 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2005-04-05 04:18 pm (UTC)Yeah, but only after he'd already seen shit happening that couldn't be explained away, especially to a police officer. Things like Osirus and her glowing eyes, personal shield and hand device. And Sam uses a zat in front of him, too. But even then, she has to get approval before she's allowed to tell him anything, and everything she tells him is classified under the National Security Act.
If you work for the SGC, your family doesn't usually get told anything about the Stargate. Even Sam's father - a General in the Airforce, couldn't be told about it, until they suddenly had a need for him to know. They made a big deal in that episode, about how relieved Carter was that she could finally tell her father exactly what she did. It seems he hadn't been too happy she was a "satelite geek," and was much prouder of her once he knew the truth. (A bit shallow of him, huh?)
I read a discussion on one of the Stargate Yahoo groups in which several members of the military were involved. They said that canon on the show was very loose on security, even if they seemed to talk about it all the time. They discuss off world missions in public places, Daniel brings home classified documents to translate. They said that none of that would happen in Real Life. I usually try to go with canon, though and let stuff like that slip by when reading or writing. What does
Do I think about this shit too much, or what?
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:00 pm (UTC)Yeah, they talk about stuff in public places that would definitely be a no-go. Also cell phones. That's a big no-no.
Not surprised about Daniel bringing documents home that he probably shouldn't though. In all honesty, I have a friend in the CIA and... it shouldn't happen, but it does. You can't get everything done in a 10-hour day (don't even mention '8 hours' or you'll hear a lot of laughter).
Icarus
Yikes.
Date: 2005-04-05 06:08 pm (UTC)Huh...I hadn't thought about cell phones. Good point.
Re: Yikes.
Date: 2005-04-06 05:49 am (UTC)I've decided that you're right, good catch, and I'll change it here. I might not be able to fix where it's uploaded just yet. But it'll be right on my website. *changes wording from 'Abydos' to 'Mission'*
Oh. Wait. The reader needs that cue to be able to place this in time. *frowns at fic* Ah hell, after a day like today I'll look at it tomorrow. I need to write some porn.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-04-06 06:36 am (UTC)Yeah, I really like it when it flows just right, you know? Sometimes you torture and torture over every line and every other word, and sometimes it just tells you how to write it. I like those. They make me happy. It's now up to close to 3500 words...my beta is thoughtful, tireless and entirely too enthusiastic over my Oz Smut Day fic. They seem to be growing by leaps and bounds, but each one puts me that much closer to finishing my series. And once it's posted, I get to explore my flist's smutty offerings, and they're almost always enjoyable. I love Wednesdays.
Oh. Wait. The reader needs that cue to be able to place this in time. *frowns at fic*
Would it help to say something about it being their first mission together? Or that Daniel saved his life? As harmless and vague as the references are by themselves, I doubt they'd be covered by National Security. Oh, but then she'd know they were doing dangerous things and her husband wasn't into "Satellites" and "long range telemetry." But she'd have to know that's a cover anyway, wouldn't she? He comes home beat up and shot at and spends lots of quality time in the Mountain's Infirmary. So unless he's having an affair with Frasier, too, he's getting hurt somewhere.
Hmmm...see how I am. This is my problem in my fic, too. I'll go around changing it after it's posted if I find a typo, let alone an error in my planning/thought process/whatever stupid thing I did. I worry things to death. Bad Dusty!
Good old WG, I knew he'd have thought of security! I have to stop writing, I still haven't slept, and I've progressed so far past loopy I don't have a name for what I am.
Well, maybe wiped will do. So as soon as I get my final edit to my beta (looking for pictures of tattoos and scars for details in fic right now), I'm off to bed.
Hope your crappy day got better once you came home!
Re: Yikes.
Date: 2005-04-06 05:18 pm (UTC)You said so in the header: Set during Children Of The Gods. AU. There, problem solved. =) Or, you could have Sara think she doesn't want a repeat performance of the explanations fiasco, even if it's been a year since she heard it, or something like that. ::waves hands:: I'm not the expert author here, I'm the experienced reader. *g*