stargateficrec | The Little Things by babs (PG)

Show: SG1
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warning: some post Season 4
Author on LJ: babs_sg1
Author's Website: AlphaGate, JD Divas, Area 52
Link: The Little Things

Why this must be read:

A touching look at how a significant other can leave little reminders of their presence when they're gone. Jack worries as Daniel is off world with another SG team. With a fantastic Jack voice, babs explores how Daniel has infiltrated Jack's life and home using the small things like a blue pillow that matches Daniel's eyes and the leftover scent of Daniel's shampoo. It is the little things that remind us of those we've lost or are missing, and babs illustrates that beautifully in this fic.

Story Summary: Jack contemplates how completely Daniel's taken over his life.

You ever notice how much crap is written about love? Especially the flowery poetry stuff and the romance novel junk. You know, all those things about how love is a soaring, high as a kite feeling and all fireworks. And what about that absence makes the heart grow fonder shit? I'll tell you what absence does--it makes you miss the other person like hell. I'll give you a for instance.

Daniel Jackson. Enough said? No. Well let me tell you this. I'm lucky enough to have Daniel Jackson share my bed with me most nights that we're here on good ol' planet number three from the sun and tonight he's not here beside me. Tonight he's...well, that's the problem. I don't know exactly what Daniel's doing right now. I know *where* he is, but I don't know *how* he is. It's the not knowing *how* that's killing me.

And that's not all. Daniel is everywhere. I never realized just how much of Daniel is in my home. I mean, he's been mostly living here for the past year, but I only recently noticed all the little things that are Daniel's. The quilt on the bed is one he brought with him when he spent his first night here once we decided since we acted like we were married, we may as well live like it too. Why on Earth Daniel brought his own quilt is beyond me. It's not like I didn't have blankets if we needed them. It has some Japanese motif with cranes and cranes mean long life, so I guess it has some sort of symbolism to him. I don't know. Daniel didn't decide to clue me in on it that night, and it's never come up since. Let's face it, Daniel and I have far more important things to do in bed than discuss the symbolism of a damn quilt. And that's not all. And there's his piIlow, this stupid buckwheat hull pillow that he claims helps him sleep better. I'll tell you one thing, it sure doesn't help his snoring. It lies beside me, yet I can't bring myself to touch it. Not and retain any semblance of self control. Stupid, huh? If Daniel's head was on it, I wouldn't hesitate. But not now, not when Daniel is...Damn him anyway. What did he think he was doing, volunteering to go off with SG-9 to P6yadda-yadda?