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New York is going to recognize gay marriages from other states.

Aside from the fact that this is wonderful, this is going to clear up a major bureaucratic hassle. I've heard that divorces are particularly problematic when your marriage is not recognized in the first place. State agencies have been left boggled not knowing what to do.

And think of the child custody of married gay couples, now secure (hopefully). The health insurance benefits. Having access to your partner if they're in the hospital, able to make decisions on their behalf if they're incapacitated. Your will being reconized. Hell, even stupid stuff like the phone company letting you ask questions about you and your partner's phone bill.

In honor of this, I bring back my not-cloying-I-promise gay marriage fic, written when the first gay servicemen got married in Ontario:

Fools Can Dream, Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, PG-13
Jack thought it would be cool to have the wedding in space.

It was like finding buried treasure, or a forgotten necklace from high school dropped behind the dresser. I often leave files open and wildernessguru doesn't know where to put them.

I found this vignette saved to a random folder.

I no longer remember what the story was going to be. I think it was in response to someone requesting Daniel's point of view for a change, but I'm not sure. Still, the scene has a sense of completeness and I've decided I like it. So I gave it a name and here you are.

Title: Sea Change
Author: Icarus
Rating: R
Fandom/Pairing: SG-1, Jack/Daniel
Summary: When you've gone just one step too far, is it possible to go back to being friends?


( Daniel curled up on his bed and smelled Jack's after shave on his pillow… and didn't know what he thought about that. The shower rained in the next room, and Jack might as well have been a million worlds away, the door shut tight between them. )

Just under the wire. Check out the other Jack/Daniel Fic-A-Thon stories here.

Title: First Time A Soldier
Author: Icarus
Website: Icarus.Slash.Fiction
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Jack and Daniel Fic-A-Thon
Challenge: for sherrold who asked for post Sha're's death; first-time story and gets, er, something that interprets First Time very differently. theemdash worked like the dickens to help me add some SUBTEXT, and I hope you like it even if it isn't what you had in mind.
Summary: It took Jack years to convince Daniel to qualify on the Beretta. "I've become something I've never wanted to be."
Notes: Thank you to wildernessguru and theemdash for the beta review.



( 'A gun's different. The staff weapon was like … Moses pointing a stick at the Red Sea. You don't really expect it to work.' )

The file for Colony Atlantis has never been marked final. It's sat in my SGA folder with a draft number and a feeling like it wasn't finished. Oh, I posted it to my website, but never anywhere else. The ending faded to black, but it didn't close. It would have worked in an episode, but not in print.

A reviewer sent me a puzzled email, telling me it felt incomplete. Yeah.

So stellahobbit did a huge amount of work on it, working with me on three new sections. gray_bard asked for more about life in Atlantis. Then lerah99 helped me work through the ending, because it still didn't say what it wanted to say.

I think this is it.

Colony Atlantis SGA/SG-1 crossover, Jack/Daniel

This is what happens when Weir begins to build her vision of a utopia.

ETA: 20thcenturyvole asked if could post it here since she can't access Slashcity. So, here you go:

( Once the Wraith were beaten back, Atlantis was open for colonization. )

Since my Muse... (Icarus glances over at foul-tempered chained creature in fairy wings)... has been lazy and uncooperative lately, giving me only partial stories... (Muse bares its fangs gleefully)... with incomplete arcs and no direction... (Muse makes a cawing sound that's suspiciously like laughter)

... there will be some odd things in this journal. I openly admit that the story below is difficult to describe. It has the flavour of a vignette, one that's oddly incomplete, yet is 2,700 words long. But I had to rip these pages out to use the rest of the notebook for school, so if I didn't develop this half page of notes it would have been gone, I tell you, gone!

(Muse grooms itself, ignoring Icarus)

I refused to be cowed. I will develop what little I have. And I will write, yes, write!

Title: Colony Atlantis
Fandom: SGA, but with SG-1 sliding in there.
Summary: This is what happens when Weir begins to build her vision of a utopia.

( My deepest apologies to the U.S. Marine Corps. )

Have a looksee at stargateficrec here.
People like Fools Can Dream.

I'm grinning from ear to ear now.

Hello!

Icarus Slash Fiction has been updated with two Stargate stories:

For The Petulant Gods NC-17, Jack/Daniel.
Jack and Daniel's not-so-stellar sex-life.

Fools Can Dream PG-13, Jack/Daniel.
Jack thought it would be cool to have the wedding in space. Yeah. Bad idea.

A little Jack/Daniel for you. Jack tells a 'hypothetical' story.

Un-beta'd. Heck, I just tore this one off the notepad and stuck it up here.

( Between The Lines - Jack/Daniel - PG-13/R-ish )


ETA: Fixed the crappy formatting.

ETA2: And the major tense problem. Sheesh. That'll teach me not to beta. ;)

So instead of doing homework I played Percy (interimminister) on hp_dungeons last night.

Now for some Stargate stuff:

~*~*~

Jack rapped on Daniel's screen door, a tinny, aluminum sound, but he obviously couldn't be heard over the rise and fall of chanting. The voice called "Al-akba!"-something-something, a flowing musical sound. He finally just let himself in, dumped the fruit basket on Daniel's counter and turned the corner to find Daniel kneeling on the livingroom floor, eyes closed, lips moving voicelessly to the recording.

"What the hell's that?" He was used to weird sounds coming out of Daniel, but usually his taste in music was normal. If a little new-age-y and bland.

Daniel startled. "Oh. I'm studying the Koran." He reached up and turned the stereo down. "It really is meant to be heard rather than read."

"Islam?" Jack frowned. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't those guys just attack us?"

"No..." Daniel turned to him, lips parted in surprise. "A bunch of crazies did."

"Yeah." Jack nodded slowly. "Like I said - didn't those guys just attack us?"

"There are four billion Muslims, Jack. I think we'd notice if they all attacked."

"I noticed all those people dead in New York."

"Here. Listen to this." Daniel sighed and turned up the jibber-jabber. Jack listened for several moments with a puzzled expression on his face. "It says, loosely translated of course, that one can defend oneself but that 'Allah loves not the aggressor.'"

"Hunh." It could very well say 'bananas ten dollars a bunch,' but Jack took his word for it.

"I have a hard time reconciling what is said in the Koran with what people, some people, do. But it's always like that with religious philosophies."

"It brings out the crazy in all of us?" Jack quipped, recalling Daniel practically talking to himself a minute before.

"No. They make handy excuses when you're pissed off." He turned up the chanting. He started making quiet, small gestures, hands at his chest, hands up...

This was too weird. "What are doing?"

"Huh?" Daniel stopped the gestures. "Oh. I didn't realize I was doing that." He smiled, eyes vague and distant. "When I was five or six my parents were in Cairo, stocking up between digs. We'd been there a lot, and five times a day there'd be this... sound... this singing voice throughout the city, from the rooftops, everywhere. And almost everyone would stop and leave. It was like a magic spell was cast. Well I was a pretty curious little kid."

"No. You?"

Daniel chuckled a little. "It had been nagging at me for a while, I remember. So I just sort of... followed them. I guess I was a little late and small enough that nobody noticed me as I stepped into these beautiful arched buildings, following that sound. People were bowing and it was all so peaceful.

"I suppose people must have noticed me then, but they stuck to their prayers. They were doing the same things, so I started imitating the men," Daniel said, slightly starry-eyed, repeating a few of the gestures. "Later, the Sufis were very amused. They bought me some juice while we waited for my parents to find me."

"You were in Cairo and your parents lost track of you?"

"I was pretty good at giving my babysitters the slip. But yeah, they were frantic. I was in a lot of trouble." Daniel smiled guilitily. "But after the Sufis told them what had happened, they thought it was adorable. They asked me to show them what I learned and the Sufis walked me through it again. They took a lot of pictures." He stood and pulled an old bound volume off a shelf. "I have some of them here, I think."

"Baby pictures?" Jack perked up, reaching for it. Blackmail time. "You've been holding out on me."

Daniel handed him the photo album and Jack started paging through. Daniel had definitely been an only child: there were tons of pictures of very blond, grubby little kid. No naked pictures to tease Daniel with, disappointingly.

"Anyhow, I can't seem to reconcile that memory with all the crazy stuff." Daniel looked wistful. "Sometimes when I miss my family I play some recordings from Cairo, or listen to the recitation."

Daniel turned up the floaty chanting while Jack paged through the photo album.

Camels and people in turbans, a picture of a huge crew at what looked like a flattened construction site where Daniel stood out like a white dot - he turned the page - and smiling very intellectual-looking parents. They both wore glasses, Jack noted, deciding Daniel looked more like his mother. Then there was his grandfather Nick, looking a lot younger, in front of a museum display.

And more museums, museums, museums... they all started to blur together.

Jack pointed to a later picture, one that was more recognizably Daniel, albeit with white-blond hair and ultra-tanned skin. But the glasses had finally appeared. "Where was this?"

"Oh, I dunno. The museums started to all seem the same. Just different layouts everyone would argue over," Daniel said absently. Jack returned to the earlier Cairo pictures which were at least a place, and studied them. Daniel's lips moved with the chants, but he didn't say anything, seeming a million miles away.

"I'd like to go there with you sometime," Jack mused.

"To a mosque?" Daniel blinked, startled from his reverie.

"No. To there - Cairo." Jack gestured to the photos.

"Yeah, I guess it is the closest thing I have to a 'hometown.'" Daniel was thoughtful. "It probably looks really different now. I haven't been back there in over fifteen years."

"Then it's about time you went."

"All right... yeah. Let's do it." His face returned to the present, eyes sparkling and lively. "But you can't go to Cairo without at least visiting a mosque." Daniel smirked at Jack.

Jack's eyes narrowed at him, thinking this over. "Okay. Deal." He jabbed a finger at Daniel. "But start wearing a turban and I'll leave you there."




(Ooops. Late for tutoring.)

ETA: Finished it after I returned from work.

Goofing around in comments for The Languages of Dr. Daniel Jackson a couple drabbles popped up. I was vastly amused that no one argued with my claim that Daniel was probably into Dungeons & Dragons as a kid.

Who could resist? skt23 says I should post them, so okay.

( Jack O'Neill, Linguist Extraordinaire )


( Dungeon Master Daniel )


( A Geek's Life, And I'm Not Really Ashamed )