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stargateficrec2010-11-02 05:28 pm
Ten Years Gone by Catspaw (NC-17)
For something a bit different, I'll be reccing eight fics with pairings not quite as popular as the ever common Jack/Daniel or John/Rodney. So for our first...
Show: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Slash
Characters: Daniel Jackson, clone!Jack O'Neill
Pairing: clone!Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warning: sex
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Kittylitter: Stargate Fanfiction by Catspaw
Link: Cat's Paw
Why this must be read:
Oh clone!Jack, how thee were forgotten in canon.... Thank goodness slashy fanfic writers remember you! This is a neat look at what Jack's clone might have done with his second chance at life. He learns from Jack's errors and choices to forge a successful business and new identity. Then enter, Daniel Jackson, a bit older, a little bitter, and the best thing of all, available. :) Catspaw weaves a very sweet meet up and get together for these two when Daniel comes to Chicago on a research trip and bumps into clone!Jack. With this younger and slightly different Jack, Daniel is given another opportunity at happiness. And oh how good these two are together! After reading the epilogue, every reader will wish original Jack would have had this opportunity at love.
Story Summary: Never say 'never'
Daniel replaced the book on the shelf with an impatient click of his tongue and reached for another one. He opened it, flipping through the pages, skimming the text to track down the information he was looking for. He was completely focussed on the task, quietly oblivious to everything around him.
"Hey, Daniel. Long time, no see."
He jumped and then froze at the sound of that voice, knowing that its owner should be off world. Then his head jerked up and he whirled around, eyes wide in surprise, but narrowing as he took in the appearance of the man standing at his elbow.
Younger. Much younger. He'd be what, twenty-six? Twenty-seven? Longish, light brown hair, casually styled - it suited him. No scarred eyebrow and when he looked closely, no shadows behind the warmth in the dark eyes.
"Jack," he breathed, eyes widening again in shock as the penny dropped.
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