Icarus' Stargate Fic Recs
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icarusUpdate to Icarus' Stargate Fic Recs. I've built up a huge backlog, so I'm just gonna drop them here and add the individuals review later. Because, um, it's been such a long time since I've read some of these that in many cases I don't remember the fic.
Arrom by Kylie Lee
Recently rec'd (sorry, I try to avoid that) but it's so rare that I enjoy Daniel/Jonas I have to mention it here. There's never a mystery where this story is aimed, the fun is in the journey.
Every day, he woke up, and the people that had initially seemed so unfamiliar became more familiar. The strange smells had become comforting. Even the food, some of which he had initially perceived as unpalatably bitter, had become acceptable. He could become one of them, one of the people of this small nomad village, going to school with the children and helping Alla and Solah in their tent. Life had just settled into a comfortable rhythm when the strangers came.
Dare To Know by Otter
I'm starting to like Otter's fics more and more. Instead of unpredictable twists revealed at the last second, Otter is spreads the unpredictability across the entire story. You have no idea where it's headed but you know that you don't know. Yes. And I can see this reaction from Jack, I really can.
Daniel supposed that there were some things which, once begun, could not be taken back. An artifact unearthed, no matter how carefully excavated and preserved, was changed forever by the disturbance; uncovering something hidden and buried was like digging through the flesh of time and cutting a thing away from the past.
Eighteen body language clues, a caveman and an astronaut by Indelicate Dark
Damn. I don't remember this one. I'll get back to you with a review.
Eighteen Body Language Clues That Say He's Interested – Definitely. What sort of title was that anyway? Sam was just having a laugh at his expense. So the statesman had been a little enthusiastic with the hugging and shoulder rubbing, and butt squeezing… Stupid, it was all stupid, and Daniel knew full well what the next logical conclusion to make was. Jack was interested in him. As a potential sexual partner. And that was just so far beyond the realms of possibility as to be laughable.
Experiment by Gelasius
This is the story I wanted to write after I saw "Tin Man." Thank you, Galasius. Now I've no need because this is funny, sexy and perfect. Now where can I find more Galasius' stuff?
"What exactly are you trying to get at, Jack?"
It had been two and a half days since SG1's real.. well, flesh and blood, counterparts had left them on PX3 989 to eke out what existence they could. Daniel missed himself - his other one - the other him - the... whatever. The half hour they'd talked had been the most fascinating conversation of his entire life, and both of him had been reluctant to end it. And now there was just Jack, even surlier than usual, though tonight oddly fascinated by a new idea. Lying on his back, head two feet from Jack's, Daniel tried to focus on his friend's words to distract himself from Harlan's chatter that still rang in his ears.
First Contact by Jb
A Gen story where the custom of wearing clothes at all causes a great deal of consternation for the natives. But Daniel has a solution.
"Uhhh… Sir? They’re all, umm, unclothed…"
"I can see that, Carter. I’m not sure I like the way they’re looking at us. Daniel? It’s your show…"
The only thing worn by the members of the large group of people encircling SG1 were their identical facial expressions of intense consternation. While they were not making any aggressive or unfriendly moves, the dark-skinned natives nevertheless were not exactly welcoming the newcomers, either.
Fucked by Unseen (yay! I know have the writer's name.)
I'm very impressed with this story. It is completely unexpected, uncliche, and fascinating. I find here in Stargate what I've found in the Harry Potter fandom: the characters taken outside canon without violating it, to explore issues the author wants to confront. While the author lists it as Non-Con it is in fact excellent Dubious Consent.
Out on my balcony the night chill condenses on me like a cold sweat, but I can’t go back inside. Not until my mind stops spinning. Not until I figure out how I let Jack fuck me.
Hands by Apocrypha (yay! found her name this time)
There's a quality to Stargate Gen fics. They seem to really take in the details, describe the scene, flesh it out the way you'd see it in original fiction. Here is a rare slash story that does the same.
Daniel can talk without his hands, but not about anything important. His hands always surprise me; they're always stronger than I think they should be. There's a faint tracery of scar lines over the palms and the backs, the text of time spent working outdoors in stone and rubble. He doesn't have the cluster of scars framing his knuckles that I do. My hands are clearly the hands of a man that had to learn to think before acting.
And I did learn, mostly. So I backslide, sometimes. Sheesh.
Herculaneum by Pares
This has been rec'd elsewhere recently (I try to avoid that), but I agree with that recc'er -- it is startlingly refreshing to read a Jack/Daniel story that doesn't just brush off Jack's canon attraction to Sam (though Rick Anderson and Amanda Tapping have the most tepid chemistry I've seen in a long time). This made me go hunting for more Pares fic.
"Well, she is finally getting laid. Regularly." He looked up and closed his book with a crisp little clap of paper. "And not by you." He finished with a slight head tilt and that prim eyebrow-hunching not-smile that meant he was enjoying himself.
Jack found he didn't know what to say to that. Daniel's rare displays of meanness were generally reserved for when Jack had actively pissed him off. Jack thought a moment, and decided he hadn't done anything to warrant such an attitude. Recently, anyway.
Jack cloaked the sting he really felt with one cocked eyebrow. "That's a bit harsh, isn't it?"
"However harsh it may be, it's also true."
Is There An Honest Purpose? by Ellison Wonderland
This is one where, gosh, I don't remember this story at all and will have to read it again and get back to you with a real review.
Daniel remembered the first time a professor had used an exaggeratedly patient tone with him. It had taken him all year to prove the man wrong, and he'd almost failed the exam in doing it. But he had learnt one thing from that piece of academic deadwood - how to talk down to someone, and piss them off while doing so.
Kink by Amperage
Oh holy hell this is hot, and a little bit more than a PWP though really, any PWP worth its salt has a rich emotional background like this.
Daniel's eyes are closed when he slides his ass down on my cock. His hands push hard against my shoulders as he squats down on me, his knees going up against my armpits. It's good. He's good. Hot and dripping with lube and enclosing and throbbing with his own heartbeat. A beautiful, muscled man slipping down, impaling himself on my cock, eyes screwed tightly shut, mouth twisted with intense concentration and anticipation. It's the face of a kid on a roller coaster, afraid to look, knowing the thrill that will come once the car starts down the hill.
One Good Reason by Pepe
I resisted this story for a while. The one sentence per line fanfic trick has always annoyed me and I generally want the setting described more than this. But when I finally gave the story a chance, I really liked watching the emotional barriers.
It was him and me and a game of chess. That’s all. Him winning. Me losing. Just like a thousand other times. Him scrunching up his face and wondering if I made the stupid move on purpose to confuse him, or if I really AM that stupid.
And then, well, then it didn’t end like normal.
Penny For You Thoughts by Xochiquetzl
Xochi wins a special award for the word "pseudopatience" which I demand be added to O.E.D. right now. The characterization and character voices here are perfect, though I qualify this rec slightly because the punctuation used to demonstrate the different characters' thoughts is distracting. But oh, how I love the aliens-made-them-telepathic cliche, and this is chipper and amusing.
"What does it say?" Jack asked, voice full of sarcastic pseudopatience.
"Um, it says that the people of this world want to know what kind of people we are before they greet us, so they have given us a gift." He scowled, and leaned even closer, kneeling, fingers brushing the metal of the plaque. "Something about getting us in touch with our thoughts?"
"An alien encounter group? I am NOT going to sit around telling you guys about my toilet training!"
"Thank Goodness," Daniel commented blandly, leaning over further. He was reading the text at the bottom of the plaque now. "Um, I don't think they mean 'our thoughts' as in our individual thoughts."
Somnambulist by C.L. Kamnikar
I've read this Gen fic many, many times. Daniel wanders the SGC halls in search coffeeeee....
The military clocks read 0400, which can't be mistaken for 1600, which is simultaneously really early in the morning and really late at night (except in Bangkok, it's happy hour in Bangkok). But the SGC never sleeps. It takes a nap, lies down for a little rest at 0300, but it doesn't sleep. Always alert and awake and aware, on guard against the enemy, ever ready, adeste fidelis, semper fi.
Syllepsis by Paian, aka Komos
Once again, Komos does the completely unexpected -- and what an astounding take on Sara. Really, I respect this woman.
Daniel was working at the dining-room table, barefoot in sweats and an ancient, faded T-shirt, when the doorbell rang. It startled him; he'd been listening to an alien language at half speed through his laptop's speakers, his mind trying to make a connection between the birdsong outside and the phonetics of the language, so the foreign chime was an intrusion, but no one ever rang Jack's doorbell; anyone who knew him knocked. He considered not going to answer it, but deep-seated fears that it might be a cop or an airman come in an emergency won out over irritation that it might be a salesman or a canvasser.
When he checked through the side window as he came around through the hall, he recognized Sara O'Neill immediately, and then he really considered not answering it.
Sympathetic Magic by Destina
The problem with Destina's stories is that she is such a consistently excellent writer it's nearly impossible to recommend one story of hers over another. This one is parody, and both funny and warm with an unexpected twist.
Daniel sighed; there were only so many angles from which he could sketch a penis. The little phallus sat proudly erect on his lab table, surrounded by books about ancient cults and fertility symbols in mythology.
He’d begun to think of P96-2114 as Planet Dick, mostly because Jack refused to refer to it as anything else.
Teal’c’s Diary by kijo
Actually quite funny, though is it hypocritical of me to more impressed with fanfic-fanfic that fanfic written based on another fanfic? This is based on Anais' "Dr. Jackson's Diary" and most of the jokes don't make sense unless you read that first.
(translated from the Goa’uld)
(by Dr. Daniel Jackson)
(please don’t tell anyone, he would kill me)
(but it was *right* *there* underneath his bed)
(well, in a box…under some old papers…wrapped in duct tape…sealed with an alien device (v. interesting))
(and can you honestly expect an archaeologist not to dig through your stuff?)
Tendencies by Pares
Thank you! Finally someone else wondered why they didn't pad the ramp. In an alternate reality Daniel learns a little more than he expected about Jack.
Daniel burst through the gate shirtless and barefoot, executing a clumsy somersault down the ramp and ending up flat on his back. While he lay there trying to coax the oxygen back into his lungs, wondering why they didn't at least put a few gym mats down on the bare metal mesh, Jack's head floated into view. Daniel blinked, and kept blinking, but his eyes refused to focus on Jack's face. Oh yes. He'd lost his glasses, too.
"That's a new look for you," Jack commented, eyeing Daniel's loose silk pajama bottoms and offering Daniel a hand.
The Company You Keep by Sori
Another I remember, though I don't remember specifically what I liked about it, except that I'd never thought that of course the SGC would have these letters, written in case someone died. This is Daniel's and the circumstances surrounding it are woven throughout.
Jack,
So here I am.
I always said that pen would never meet paper to write this particular letter. But like everything else in my life, time has changed this opinion as well.
I remember the first time I saw your letter. It was in a plain manila envelope, just thick enough to hold a few papers. From across the room, I could see the outline of some strange, irregularly shaped object that tented the envelope in the middle. Even after all these years, I have no idea what it was in there. I don't believe I'll be asking you anytime soon.
The Times, They Are A Changin' by devra
Okay, this one I remember. I think we've all experienced this sort of "shrinkage" as a relationship takes over your life, and it is rather irritating and mysterious in a heart-warming way.
This was impossible. Jack was seriously contemplating calling up Carter and plying her with nonsensical questions about the ever-elusive time/space continuum. There had to be a logical explanation as to why his king-sized bed had shrunk in the past six months. Okay, the shrinkage had been gradual, but he fought the urge to pull out the sales receipt and call the company, demanding a refund, or at least an explanation as to why he was stuck with one incredibly shrinking bed.
It wasn't only the bed that seemed to be slowly disappearing. The sheets and blankets also had begun to wither into nothingness.
Three A.M. by Dirty Diana
I have this marked as a qualified rec, but I no longer remember Why. Ah, now I do. It's a combination of PWP and fluff, a domestic sex scene I enjoyed except the word "slut" is so gay-queen it yanks me out of the story. The writing is okay, not great, but my standards for porn-writing are much lower.
He woke up to the sound of a key in his front door. Jack turned over onto his side, and listened to the noises of a slamming door, followed by footsteps on the stairs. The bedroom floorboards creaked, and then his mattress dipped underneath a sudden weight.
He made a sound of protest, as cold hands bumped him gently. "Jack."
Jack didn't answer, still dragged down by sleep.
"Jack," Daniel repeated, louder.
"Mmmn?"
"Move over. You're on my side."
Time by Mandalee
Jack is both sneaky and brilliant in this fic, and he knows his team well: certainly well enough to get some much needed Daniel-time. The pacing is slow and Jack's inner dialogue rambles a bit, but if you have a kink for off-world sex, this was written for you.
Desert missions sucked, because every time they gated to a world with sand, the same thing happened. He got stuck outside some honking big pyramid, sitting on a jagged broken-off column, while everyone else had something to do. It never failed. The sand wavered in the distance, the sweat burned his eyes, and he was left staring at a plane of nothing, where the only thing that moved was the skyline. All he had to do was think.
Touuch by Carron
Nope. Don't remember this one either. I'm skimming it now. Oh, fantastic Hammond, great snark from SG-9 - hooray! A fanfic writer who can handle OCs! Oh, oh, now I remember this. It wanders through a lot of unusual territory with a believable if surprising background on Jack in his time off. Jack and Daniel slowly come to their decision. Oh yes, I remember the sultry, romantic sex.
"Open the iris," Hammond said. He watched as the giant metallic shield slid open. A few moments later, SG-1 walked leisurely through, although three of them were looking disgusted with their fourth. He wondered what Doctor Jackson had done this time. He suddenly noticed the reaction of the SFs in the gate room, and the disheveled appearance of his premiere team. The men and women who stood guard stolidly around the gate each time it was opened were now acting as though they couldn't get far enough away from the returning team. Hammond made his way down to the gate room.
". . . take me a week to wash the stink off," Jack was growling in Daniel's direction as he handed over his weapons.
Touched by Roslyn
Damn. I don't remember this out either. Not very helpful, am I? Just re-read it... oh yeaaah. A recently descended Daniel helps out an injured Jack. This one balances between slash and gen, and I think I'm going to float away on Jack's endorphins here.
Jonas had returned to help his home world. Daniel hadn't had a great deal of time to get to know him, but he'd felt a kinship with the man. It might have been nice to have another archaeologist/linguist around. There hadn't been anyone that he'd clicked with since...Rothman. Okay, that was another disturbing memory popping up out of nowhere. Too bad he couldn't seem to pick and choose what to remember.
Used To It by Carolyn Claire
I have this down as a qualified rec. Darn. I feel like Daniel staring at his notes after being descended, with no clue what I meant. This story has Jack and Daniel stranded in paradise. But now that I've re-read it I don't recall why it was qualified, only that I enjoyed the nudity immensely. Maybe I didn't believe the scenario? Still, sex in front of the Stargate was awfully ballsy.
Daniel was naked by the fifth day.
"Where are your clothes?" Jack blinked down at him, a little thrown. A lot of white Daniel-skin glowed softly in the shade of the palm-like tree he was sitting under, his back against its corrugated bark.
"In the tent." Daniel nodded toward the tent, his hands busy peeling the juicy, sticky fruit of that same tree.
"And you're not wearing them because...."
When In Rome by Cathy C.
A jealous Jack is an interested Jack, and oh, he is so very jealous here. But it doesn't mean anything. Of course not. Hmm. Like the Roman theme as well.
Jack was beginning to entertain high hopes that this mission would manage to avoid any hair-raising moments. It was true that until he had gotten the hang of the whole servant thing he had felt a little apprehensive about being helped to undress and bathe, but it had actually worked out pretty well. There was, after all, nothing like sitting back and letting your feet be rubbed and your beard be shaved. The whole thing was blissfully decadent. In fact, amidst all this luxury there was only one minor thing bothering Jack. And that was that he couldn't work out what the kid was here for. The boy had arrived just after the bath, while Jack was still drowsy and content, so if there had been some cue about the boy's job, Jack had missed it. The kid was standing just inside the doorway, staring at him with big, brown, curious eyes.
Arrom by Kylie Lee
Recently rec'd (sorry, I try to avoid that) but it's so rare that I enjoy Daniel/Jonas I have to mention it here. There's never a mystery where this story is aimed, the fun is in the journey.
Every day, he woke up, and the people that had initially seemed so unfamiliar became more familiar. The strange smells had become comforting. Even the food, some of which he had initially perceived as unpalatably bitter, had become acceptable. He could become one of them, one of the people of this small nomad village, going to school with the children and helping Alla and Solah in their tent. Life had just settled into a comfortable rhythm when the strangers came.
Dare To Know by Otter
I'm starting to like Otter's fics more and more. Instead of unpredictable twists revealed at the last second, Otter is spreads the unpredictability across the entire story. You have no idea where it's headed but you know that you don't know. Yes. And I can see this reaction from Jack, I really can.
Daniel supposed that there were some things which, once begun, could not be taken back. An artifact unearthed, no matter how carefully excavated and preserved, was changed forever by the disturbance; uncovering something hidden and buried was like digging through the flesh of time and cutting a thing away from the past.
Eighteen body language clues, a caveman and an astronaut by Indelicate Dark
Damn. I don't remember this one. I'll get back to you with a review.
Eighteen Body Language Clues That Say He's Interested – Definitely. What sort of title was that anyway? Sam was just having a laugh at his expense. So the statesman had been a little enthusiastic with the hugging and shoulder rubbing, and butt squeezing… Stupid, it was all stupid, and Daniel knew full well what the next logical conclusion to make was. Jack was interested in him. As a potential sexual partner. And that was just so far beyond the realms of possibility as to be laughable.
Experiment by Gelasius
This is the story I wanted to write after I saw "Tin Man." Thank you, Galasius. Now I've no need because this is funny, sexy and perfect. Now where can I find more Galasius' stuff?
"What exactly are you trying to get at, Jack?"
It had been two and a half days since SG1's real.. well, flesh and blood, counterparts had left them on PX3 989 to eke out what existence they could. Daniel missed himself - his other one - the other him - the... whatever. The half hour they'd talked had been the most fascinating conversation of his entire life, and both of him had been reluctant to end it. And now there was just Jack, even surlier than usual, though tonight oddly fascinated by a new idea. Lying on his back, head two feet from Jack's, Daniel tried to focus on his friend's words to distract himself from Harlan's chatter that still rang in his ears.
First Contact by Jb
A Gen story where the custom of wearing clothes at all causes a great deal of consternation for the natives. But Daniel has a solution.
"Uhhh… Sir? They’re all, umm, unclothed…"
"I can see that, Carter. I’m not sure I like the way they’re looking at us. Daniel? It’s your show…"
The only thing worn by the members of the large group of people encircling SG1 were their identical facial expressions of intense consternation. While they were not making any aggressive or unfriendly moves, the dark-skinned natives nevertheless were not exactly welcoming the newcomers, either.
Fucked by Unseen (yay! I know have the writer's name.)
I'm very impressed with this story. It is completely unexpected, uncliche, and fascinating. I find here in Stargate what I've found in the Harry Potter fandom: the characters taken outside canon without violating it, to explore issues the author wants to confront. While the author lists it as Non-Con it is in fact excellent Dubious Consent.
Out on my balcony the night chill condenses on me like a cold sweat, but I can’t go back inside. Not until my mind stops spinning. Not until I figure out how I let Jack fuck me.
Hands by Apocrypha (yay! found her name this time)
There's a quality to Stargate Gen fics. They seem to really take in the details, describe the scene, flesh it out the way you'd see it in original fiction. Here is a rare slash story that does the same.
Daniel can talk without his hands, but not about anything important. His hands always surprise me; they're always stronger than I think they should be. There's a faint tracery of scar lines over the palms and the backs, the text of time spent working outdoors in stone and rubble. He doesn't have the cluster of scars framing his knuckles that I do. My hands are clearly the hands of a man that had to learn to think before acting.
And I did learn, mostly. So I backslide, sometimes. Sheesh.
Herculaneum by Pares
This has been rec'd elsewhere recently (I try to avoid that), but I agree with that recc'er -- it is startlingly refreshing to read a Jack/Daniel story that doesn't just brush off Jack's canon attraction to Sam (though Rick Anderson and Amanda Tapping have the most tepid chemistry I've seen in a long time). This made me go hunting for more Pares fic.
"Well, she is finally getting laid. Regularly." He looked up and closed his book with a crisp little clap of paper. "And not by you." He finished with a slight head tilt and that prim eyebrow-hunching not-smile that meant he was enjoying himself.
Jack found he didn't know what to say to that. Daniel's rare displays of meanness were generally reserved for when Jack had actively pissed him off. Jack thought a moment, and decided he hadn't done anything to warrant such an attitude. Recently, anyway.
Jack cloaked the sting he really felt with one cocked eyebrow. "That's a bit harsh, isn't it?"
"However harsh it may be, it's also true."
Is There An Honest Purpose? by Ellison Wonderland
This is one where, gosh, I don't remember this story at all and will have to read it again and get back to you with a real review.
Daniel remembered the first time a professor had used an exaggeratedly patient tone with him. It had taken him all year to prove the man wrong, and he'd almost failed the exam in doing it. But he had learnt one thing from that piece of academic deadwood - how to talk down to someone, and piss them off while doing so.
Kink by Amperage
Oh holy hell this is hot, and a little bit more than a PWP though really, any PWP worth its salt has a rich emotional background like this.
Daniel's eyes are closed when he slides his ass down on my cock. His hands push hard against my shoulders as he squats down on me, his knees going up against my armpits. It's good. He's good. Hot and dripping with lube and enclosing and throbbing with his own heartbeat. A beautiful, muscled man slipping down, impaling himself on my cock, eyes screwed tightly shut, mouth twisted with intense concentration and anticipation. It's the face of a kid on a roller coaster, afraid to look, knowing the thrill that will come once the car starts down the hill.
One Good Reason by Pepe
I resisted this story for a while. The one sentence per line fanfic trick has always annoyed me and I generally want the setting described more than this. But when I finally gave the story a chance, I really liked watching the emotional barriers.
It was him and me and a game of chess. That’s all. Him winning. Me losing. Just like a thousand other times. Him scrunching up his face and wondering if I made the stupid move on purpose to confuse him, or if I really AM that stupid.
And then, well, then it didn’t end like normal.
Penny For You Thoughts by Xochiquetzl
Xochi wins a special award for the word "pseudopatience" which I demand be added to O.E.D. right now. The characterization and character voices here are perfect, though I qualify this rec slightly because the punctuation used to demonstrate the different characters' thoughts is distracting. But oh, how I love the aliens-made-them-telepathic cliche, and this is chipper and amusing.
"What does it say?" Jack asked, voice full of sarcastic pseudopatience.
"Um, it says that the people of this world want to know what kind of people we are before they greet us, so they have given us a gift." He scowled, and leaned even closer, kneeling, fingers brushing the metal of the plaque. "Something about getting us in touch with our thoughts?"
"An alien encounter group? I am NOT going to sit around telling you guys about my toilet training!"
"Thank Goodness," Daniel commented blandly, leaning over further. He was reading the text at the bottom of the plaque now. "Um, I don't think they mean 'our thoughts' as in our individual thoughts."
Somnambulist by C.L. Kamnikar
I've read this Gen fic many, many times. Daniel wanders the SGC halls in search coffeeeee....
The military clocks read 0400, which can't be mistaken for 1600, which is simultaneously really early in the morning and really late at night (except in Bangkok, it's happy hour in Bangkok). But the SGC never sleeps. It takes a nap, lies down for a little rest at 0300, but it doesn't sleep. Always alert and awake and aware, on guard against the enemy, ever ready, adeste fidelis, semper fi.
Syllepsis by Paian, aka Komos
Once again, Komos does the completely unexpected -- and what an astounding take on Sara. Really, I respect this woman.
Daniel was working at the dining-room table, barefoot in sweats and an ancient, faded T-shirt, when the doorbell rang. It startled him; he'd been listening to an alien language at half speed through his laptop's speakers, his mind trying to make a connection between the birdsong outside and the phonetics of the language, so the foreign chime was an intrusion, but no one ever rang Jack's doorbell; anyone who knew him knocked. He considered not going to answer it, but deep-seated fears that it might be a cop or an airman come in an emergency won out over irritation that it might be a salesman or a canvasser.
When he checked through the side window as he came around through the hall, he recognized Sara O'Neill immediately, and then he really considered not answering it.
Sympathetic Magic by Destina
The problem with Destina's stories is that she is such a consistently excellent writer it's nearly impossible to recommend one story of hers over another. This one is parody, and both funny and warm with an unexpected twist.
Daniel sighed; there were only so many angles from which he could sketch a penis. The little phallus sat proudly erect on his lab table, surrounded by books about ancient cults and fertility symbols in mythology.
He’d begun to think of P96-2114 as Planet Dick, mostly because Jack refused to refer to it as anything else.
Teal’c’s Diary by kijo
Actually quite funny, though is it hypocritical of me to more impressed with fanfic-fanfic that fanfic written based on another fanfic? This is based on Anais' "Dr. Jackson's Diary" and most of the jokes don't make sense unless you read that first.
(translated from the Goa’uld)
(by Dr. Daniel Jackson)
(please don’t tell anyone, he would kill me)
(but it was *right* *there* underneath his bed)
(well, in a box…under some old papers…wrapped in duct tape…sealed with an alien device (v. interesting))
(and can you honestly expect an archaeologist not to dig through your stuff?)
Tendencies by Pares
Thank you! Finally someone else wondered why they didn't pad the ramp. In an alternate reality Daniel learns a little more than he expected about Jack.
Daniel burst through the gate shirtless and barefoot, executing a clumsy somersault down the ramp and ending up flat on his back. While he lay there trying to coax the oxygen back into his lungs, wondering why they didn't at least put a few gym mats down on the bare metal mesh, Jack's head floated into view. Daniel blinked, and kept blinking, but his eyes refused to focus on Jack's face. Oh yes. He'd lost his glasses, too.
"That's a new look for you," Jack commented, eyeing Daniel's loose silk pajama bottoms and offering Daniel a hand.
The Company You Keep by Sori
Another I remember, though I don't remember specifically what I liked about it, except that I'd never thought that of course the SGC would have these letters, written in case someone died. This is Daniel's and the circumstances surrounding it are woven throughout.
Jack,
So here I am.
I always said that pen would never meet paper to write this particular letter. But like everything else in my life, time has changed this opinion as well.
I remember the first time I saw your letter. It was in a plain manila envelope, just thick enough to hold a few papers. From across the room, I could see the outline of some strange, irregularly shaped object that tented the envelope in the middle. Even after all these years, I have no idea what it was in there. I don't believe I'll be asking you anytime soon.
The Times, They Are A Changin' by devra
Okay, this one I remember. I think we've all experienced this sort of "shrinkage" as a relationship takes over your life, and it is rather irritating and mysterious in a heart-warming way.
This was impossible. Jack was seriously contemplating calling up Carter and plying her with nonsensical questions about the ever-elusive time/space continuum. There had to be a logical explanation as to why his king-sized bed had shrunk in the past six months. Okay, the shrinkage had been gradual, but he fought the urge to pull out the sales receipt and call the company, demanding a refund, or at least an explanation as to why he was stuck with one incredibly shrinking bed.
It wasn't only the bed that seemed to be slowly disappearing. The sheets and blankets also had begun to wither into nothingness.
Three A.M. by Dirty Diana
He woke up to the sound of a key in his front door. Jack turned over onto his side, and listened to the noises of a slamming door, followed by footsteps on the stairs. The bedroom floorboards creaked, and then his mattress dipped underneath a sudden weight.
He made a sound of protest, as cold hands bumped him gently. "Jack."
Jack didn't answer, still dragged down by sleep.
"Jack," Daniel repeated, louder.
"Mmmn?"
"Move over. You're on my side."
Time by Mandalee
Jack is both sneaky and brilliant in this fic, and he knows his team well: certainly well enough to get some much needed Daniel-time. The pacing is slow and Jack's inner dialogue rambles a bit, but if you have a kink for off-world sex, this was written for you.
Desert missions sucked, because every time they gated to a world with sand, the same thing happened. He got stuck outside some honking big pyramid, sitting on a jagged broken-off column, while everyone else had something to do. It never failed. The sand wavered in the distance, the sweat burned his eyes, and he was left staring at a plane of nothing, where the only thing that moved was the skyline. All he had to do was think.
Touuch by Carron
Nope. Don't remember this one either. I'm skimming it now. Oh, fantastic Hammond, great snark from SG-9 - hooray! A fanfic writer who can handle OCs! Oh, oh, now I remember this. It wanders through a lot of unusual territory with a believable if surprising background on Jack in his time off. Jack and Daniel slowly come to their decision. Oh yes, I remember the sultry, romantic sex.
"Open the iris," Hammond said. He watched as the giant metallic shield slid open. A few moments later, SG-1 walked leisurely through, although three of them were looking disgusted with their fourth. He wondered what Doctor Jackson had done this time. He suddenly noticed the reaction of the SFs in the gate room, and the disheveled appearance of his premiere team. The men and women who stood guard stolidly around the gate each time it was opened were now acting as though they couldn't get far enough away from the returning team. Hammond made his way down to the gate room.
". . . take me a week to wash the stink off," Jack was growling in Daniel's direction as he handed over his weapons.
Touched by Roslyn
Jonas had returned to help his home world. Daniel hadn't had a great deal of time to get to know him, but he'd felt a kinship with the man. It might have been nice to have another archaeologist/linguist around. There hadn't been anyone that he'd clicked with since...Rothman. Okay, that was another disturbing memory popping up out of nowhere. Too bad he couldn't seem to pick and choose what to remember.
Used To It by Carolyn Claire
I have this down as a qualified rec. Darn. I feel like Daniel staring at his notes after being descended, with no clue what I meant. This story has Jack and Daniel stranded in paradise. But now that I've re-read it I don't recall why it was qualified, only that I enjoyed the nudity immensely. Maybe I didn't believe the scenario? Still, sex in front of the Stargate was awfully ballsy.
Daniel was naked by the fifth day.
"Where are your clothes?" Jack blinked down at him, a little thrown. A lot of white Daniel-skin glowed softly in the shade of the palm-like tree he was sitting under, his back against its corrugated bark.
"In the tent." Daniel nodded toward the tent, his hands busy peeling the juicy, sticky fruit of that same tree.
"And you're not wearing them because...."
When In Rome by Cathy C.
A jealous Jack is an interested Jack, and oh, he is so very jealous here. But it doesn't mean anything. Of course not. Hmm. Like the Roman theme as well.
Jack was beginning to entertain high hopes that this mission would manage to avoid any hair-raising moments. It was true that until he had gotten the hang of the whole servant thing he had felt a little apprehensive about being helped to undress and bathe, but it had actually worked out pretty well. There was, after all, nothing like sitting back and letting your feet be rubbed and your beard be shaved. The whole thing was blissfully decadent. In fact, amidst all this luxury there was only one minor thing bothering Jack. And that was that he couldn't work out what the kid was here for. The boy had arrived just after the bath, while Jack was still drowsy and content, so if there had been some cue about the boy's job, Jack had missed it. The kid was standing just inside the doorway, staring at him with big, brown, curious eyes.
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Date: 2005-10-16 02:57 am (UTC)But your flist? Seriously, everywhere.
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Date: 2005-10-16 03:05 am (UTC)They sent me this:
CONGRATULATIONS!
This e-mail is to let you know that one or more of your works has been
nominated in the Stargate Fan Fiction Awards 2005.
Before we can proceed, we really need your help.
Please visit: http://www.stargatefanawards.com/draft_noms/
I replied, but the link's no longer working.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-10-16 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-16 03:09 am (UTC)Could it have been disqualified or moved? It was really more about Jack/Sara than Jack/Daniel, even though Jack/Daniel was the pairing.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-10-16 03:16 am (UTC)Best PWP or Vignette | Relationship - Jack/Daniel (http://www.stargatefanawards.com/2005-nominationsSG1Adult.shtml)
*smiles* One of my favorite authors, The Grrrl, got it.
Icarus
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Date: 2005-10-16 03:27 am (UTC)Well, it's the nomination list that everyone uses as a virtual index anyway, so I'm glad you're there.
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Date: 2005-10-16 03:33 am (UTC)Yeah, come to think of it, that'll be the source of a lot of my next rec updates. Hmm. Or maybe not. I do try to "look outside the box." :D Have you written anything besides Fucked?
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Date: 2005-10-16 03:37 am (UTC)