Speaking Jack by cplberen (PG-13)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cplberen
Author's Website: fic journal
Link: Speaking Jack
Why This Must Be Read: I was pleasantly surprised in the last month by two writers I've never read before, showing up with beautifully written Jack/Daniel fics. After twelve years the fandom is still going strong!
The first is a wonderfully detailed description of Daniel only just realizing how fluent he's become in "Jack." It's a detailed portrait of how extensive experience and attention to body language suddenly reveals itself consciously to Daniel as an ability to read Jack like no one else can. And then he begins to notice more of Jack's unspoken messages .... It's a happy-making celebration of the almost psychic connection between Jack and Daniel we see onscreen.
Excerpt:
From the tapping of his fingers on the table and the glint in his eye, I gathered he was trying to decide what kind of takeout he wanted to go with our standing “Friday night or thereabouts beer and movie night” that evening. When the pattern of tapping changed and a crease appeared on his forehead, I knew that he had moved on to figuring out what kind of movie he was in the mood for.
I was up next in the debriefing queue, and as I laid out my conclusions about the cultural origins of the village as evidenced by their language and folklore for the General, I kept an eye on Jack to see how his internal debate came out. He prompted me with a quirk of an eyebrow and a shift in his shoulders to mention a series of what had once been standing stones that he’d pointed out to me. As I was winding up my portion of the report, he reminded me of a joke we’d shared about overcompensation and phallic symbols by a shift in his chair and a tightening of his lips. I suppressed a grin and handed off to Sam.
While Sam detailed her selection of mineral samples and chemical field tests and her preliminary analysis of what little technology we found, I saw that Jack had decided on Chinese and a monster movie. I was wondering if I could talk him into Hunan tonight (probably yes) and trying to remember if he had any beer that went well with Chinese (probably no), when it hit me: somewhere along the line I had learned to speak Jack. I had learned to read his face and subtle shifts in his body position, occasionally helped out by Jack’s use of actual words, and catalogued it all as a language I could interpret almost without conscious thought.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
cplberenAuthor's Website: fic journal
Link: Speaking Jack
Why This Must Be Read: I was pleasantly surprised in the last month by two writers I've never read before, showing up with beautifully written Jack/Daniel fics. After twelve years the fandom is still going strong!
The first is a wonderfully detailed description of Daniel only just realizing how fluent he's become in "Jack." It's a detailed portrait of how extensive experience and attention to body language suddenly reveals itself consciously to Daniel as an ability to read Jack like no one else can. And then he begins to notice more of Jack's unspoken messages .... It's a happy-making celebration of the almost psychic connection between Jack and Daniel we see onscreen.
Excerpt:
From the tapping of his fingers on the table and the glint in his eye, I gathered he was trying to decide what kind of takeout he wanted to go with our standing “Friday night or thereabouts beer and movie night” that evening. When the pattern of tapping changed and a crease appeared on his forehead, I knew that he had moved on to figuring out what kind of movie he was in the mood for.
I was up next in the debriefing queue, and as I laid out my conclusions about the cultural origins of the village as evidenced by their language and folklore for the General, I kept an eye on Jack to see how his internal debate came out. He prompted me with a quirk of an eyebrow and a shift in his shoulders to mention a series of what had once been standing stones that he’d pointed out to me. As I was winding up my portion of the report, he reminded me of a joke we’d shared about overcompensation and phallic symbols by a shift in his chair and a tightening of his lips. I suppressed a grin and handed off to Sam.
While Sam detailed her selection of mineral samples and chemical field tests and her preliminary analysis of what little technology we found, I saw that Jack had decided on Chinese and a monster movie. I was wondering if I could talk him into Hunan tonight (probably yes) and trying to remember if he had any beer that went well with Chinese (probably no), when it hit me: somewhere along the line I had learned to speak Jack. I had learned to read his face and subtle shifts in his body position, occasionally helped out by Jack’s use of actual words, and catalogued it all as a language I could interpret almost without conscious thought.
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