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stargateficrecShows: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Paul Davis, Rodney McKay
Category: Daniel/Jack, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, character study, crossover, established relationship, explicit sexual situation, gender change, het, post-series, SG-1, SGA, slash
Warning: Explicit sexual content, spoilers through the very end of both series
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stultiloquentia
Author's Website: (It's all a lot of amphigourious, stultiloquential fiddle-faddle.)
Link: Good Morning, Penthesilea
Author's summary: The gizmo had zero effect on any cultural signifiers of femininity, naturally.
Why This Must Be Read: Jack is touring Atlantis with a group including the U.S. president and the chair of the Joint Chiefs, and they're all zapped by a gizmo that changes them into women. While waiting for McKay to jigger the gizmo to change everyone back, Jack and Daniel go home to Jack's Maryland townhouse. What follows is an absolutely gorgeous portrait of a long-term established relationship. Character study and relationship study ooze out of every pore of the story, but it's also funny and thoughtful and moving, and the sex is ridiculously hot because it's not perfect, because there's awkwardness, because it's the first time they have heterosexual sex, because of how good they are in bed together, because of what their responses to the physical changes reveal about them, because of the combination of what's new and different and what's familiar and beloved and thoroughly known.
About 7600 words, and the author also worked up some deleted backstory material into a terrific Season 1 pre-relationship fic, 'On a Scale of One to Koosh Ball,' recced here by Fig Newton.
Excerpt:
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Paul Davis, Rodney McKay
Category: Daniel/Jack, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, character study, crossover, established relationship, explicit sexual situation, gender change, het, post-series, SG-1, SGA, slash
Warning: Explicit sexual content, spoilers through the very end of both series
Author on LJ:
stultiloquentiaAuthor's Website: (It's all a lot of amphigourious, stultiloquential fiddle-faddle.)
Link: Good Morning, Penthesilea
Author's summary: The gizmo had zero effect on any cultural signifiers of femininity, naturally.
Why This Must Be Read: Jack is touring Atlantis with a group including the U.S. president and the chair of the Joint Chiefs, and they're all zapped by a gizmo that changes them into women. While waiting for McKay to jigger the gizmo to change everyone back, Jack and Daniel go home to Jack's Maryland townhouse. What follows is an absolutely gorgeous portrait of a long-term established relationship. Character study and relationship study ooze out of every pore of the story, but it's also funny and thoughtful and moving, and the sex is ridiculously hot because it's not perfect, because there's awkwardness, because it's the first time they have heterosexual sex, because of how good they are in bed together, because of what their responses to the physical changes reveal about them, because of the combination of what's new and different and what's familiar and beloved and thoroughly known.
About 7600 words, and the author also worked up some deleted backstory material into a terrific Season 1 pre-relationship fic, 'On a Scale of One to Koosh Ball,' recced here by Fig Newton.
Excerpt:
Jack O'Neill, in certain settings, was all performance, but he wasn't all gender performance. He didn't perform that masculinity, or if he did, it was self-conscious and ironic, a parody of himself. Daniel's mind flashed on the gag reel from Emmett Bregman's documentary: "My favourite colour is peridot." After a decade's worth of silly conversations in cargo holds and on long hikes, Daniel knew damn well Jack didn't have a favourite color, but if he had to choose, it sure as hell wasn't BDU green. The snark packed into that solitary little word, on the military, on masculinity, the entire circumvented essay on Jack's commitment to the former and performance of the later, was dazzling. Daniel had a reputation as the Mountain's go-to word guy. Taciturn Jack O'Neill put him to shame.
Daniel thought about his own self-presentation, his own body-history, and how it had wobbled and shifted over the years, tilting him increasingly toward a military stereotype. Back in the early days of SGC, it had been part practical self-preservation, and partly about gaining acceptance, and fitting into a tight-knit, insular little community nearly as bizarre, to Daniel, as the cultures he studied on the far side of the Gate. By the time he'd noticed the profundity of the change, he'd participant-observered himself into a corner. It was stupid, the mass of norms he'd normalized—the postures, the convoluted assumptions about speech and silence; when he caught himself at it, he stopped. But even now, even in private, the impulse was there.
