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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel pre-slash
Category: slash
Warning: none
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presocratic
Author's Website: LJ fic tag
Link: Don't You Know my Heart is on the Line?
Why This Must Be Read: This story does a beautiful job of painting a portrait of Jack in Washington, suddenly realizing he's old and alone. All these years, he's figured he had time, and has put off telling Daniel his feelings. The description of Jack feeling his age, and of the place he's silently left for Daniel to fill, is expertly drawn. It's a moody, angsty story with an ambiguous ending that I can't help but feel is hopeful.
Excerpt:
Jack can’t be sure when what he wanted changed so drastically. All he knows is that, by the time he’d recognized it for what it was, he’d imagined at least a thousand times the surprise that would register on Daniel’s face when Jack bent him back for a kiss ten years in the making. (Even in his fantasies, Jack always knew he wouldn’t be able to put words to this thing, this thing that began on Abydos, and lasted through Shau’ri, and death, and grieving, and so much hurt, and more lives than either one of them should have lived.)
Because if he and Daniel had one thing going for them, it was time. Daniel had proven that cats weren’t the only ones to have nine lives, and Jack had gotten uncomfortably close to the Grim Reaper a handful of times himself. So for Jack – and for Daniel, too, Jack supposes – there was always tomorrow, or next month, or the next time I come this close to losing him. Back then, he was comfortable with the idea that there would be that indeterminate day when he would tell Daniel how he felt.
Jack wasn’t always a patient man, but for this, he told himself, he could be patient.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel pre-slash
Category: slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
presocraticAuthor's Website: LJ fic tag
Link: Don't You Know my Heart is on the Line?
Why This Must Be Read: This story does a beautiful job of painting a portrait of Jack in Washington, suddenly realizing he's old and alone. All these years, he's figured he had time, and has put off telling Daniel his feelings. The description of Jack feeling his age, and of the place he's silently left for Daniel to fill, is expertly drawn. It's a moody, angsty story with an ambiguous ending that I can't help but feel is hopeful.
Excerpt:
Jack can’t be sure when what he wanted changed so drastically. All he knows is that, by the time he’d recognized it for what it was, he’d imagined at least a thousand times the surprise that would register on Daniel’s face when Jack bent him back for a kiss ten years in the making. (Even in his fantasies, Jack always knew he wouldn’t be able to put words to this thing, this thing that began on Abydos, and lasted through Shau’ri, and death, and grieving, and so much hurt, and more lives than either one of them should have lived.)
Because if he and Daniel had one thing going for them, it was time. Daniel had proven that cats weren’t the only ones to have nine lives, and Jack had gotten uncomfortably close to the Grim Reaper a handful of times himself. So for Jack – and for Daniel, too, Jack supposes – there was always tomorrow, or next month, or the next time I come this close to losing him. Back then, he was comfortable with the idea that there would be that indeterminate day when he would tell Daniel how he felt.
Jack wasn’t always a patient man, but for this, he told himself, he could be patient.
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