Babbette's Plague by Kellifer (PG-13)
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stargateficrecShow: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, John Sheppard, Carson Beckett
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellifer_fic
Author's Website: Jack/Daniel LJ tag
Link: on JackSlashDaniel ; on FanFiction.net
Why This Must Be Read: Here's another classic that needs to be recced in Jack/Daniel, by a classic Jack/Daniel author. Babbette's Plague is an intriguing mission fic, with added feelings.
When the Atlantis expedition doesn't check in, SG-1 heads out to the Pegasus Galaxy on the Daedalus. But Daniel's not leaving for Atlantis without Jack coming along. When they get to the City they find a quarantine warning, and John Sheppard the only expedition member left standing.
Kellifer does a marvelous job with banter, while quietly building Jack's growing emotional reaction to events.
Excerpt:
“Apparently we’ve lost contact with Atlantis. The big wigs are worried,” Jack said and Daniel, who’d been contemplating taking a sip of the stone cold coffee anyway because it was caffeine and nearby, lowered the cup.
“We have?”
“My God, Daniel. Do you ever leave your office short of going off world or to the bathroom?” Jack demanded, relieving Daniel of the offending mug that Daniel had been staring into again. He took it over to the small sink in the corner of Daniel’s office and dumped out the contents, rinsing it quickly and setting it aside.
“Ye-es.” Daniel grimaced, knowing his affirmation sounded false ever to his own ears. He always assumed when something exciting happened Sam or Teal’c would come and let him know, unless they were involved with fixing the problem.
He always found out, but usually got the cliff notes version after the excitement if he wasn’t actively needed.
“Doesn’t anyone come and chase you out of this office?” Jack grumped and Cameron Mitchell appeared in the doorway as if on cue, dressed in a t-shirt and track bottoms and with a basketball under his arm.
“Dannyboy! Time for natu-“ He started when he noticed Jack and came to attention, the ball falling from under his arm and rolling away down the hallway. “Sorry, Sir,” he said.
Jack sighed and waved a dismissive hand at him. “At ease,” he said.
“Did you know we’d lost contact with Atlantis?” Daniel asked, rounding his desk.
“Yeah. The techies are working on it. I’m sure they’ll let us know if they need us,” Cameron supplied and Daniel raised his eyebrows at Jack.
Jack scowled. “When something happened, I was always in the control room,” he said.
“Doing what?” Jack wasn’t sure if Cameron was teasing and had the best deadpan face in the business, or if he was genuinely curious.
“Important…stuff.” Jack said, waving a hand.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, John Sheppard, Carson Beckett
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
kellifer_ficAuthor's Website: Jack/Daniel LJ tag
Link: on JackSlashDaniel ; on FanFiction.net
Why This Must Be Read: Here's another classic that needs to be recced in Jack/Daniel, by a classic Jack/Daniel author. Babbette's Plague is an intriguing mission fic, with added feelings.
When the Atlantis expedition doesn't check in, SG-1 heads out to the Pegasus Galaxy on the Daedalus. But Daniel's not leaving for Atlantis without Jack coming along. When they get to the City they find a quarantine warning, and John Sheppard the only expedition member left standing.
Kellifer does a marvelous job with banter, while quietly building Jack's growing emotional reaction to events.
Excerpt:
“Apparently we’ve lost contact with Atlantis. The big wigs are worried,” Jack said and Daniel, who’d been contemplating taking a sip of the stone cold coffee anyway because it was caffeine and nearby, lowered the cup.
“We have?”
“My God, Daniel. Do you ever leave your office short of going off world or to the bathroom?” Jack demanded, relieving Daniel of the offending mug that Daniel had been staring into again. He took it over to the small sink in the corner of Daniel’s office and dumped out the contents, rinsing it quickly and setting it aside.
“Ye-es.” Daniel grimaced, knowing his affirmation sounded false ever to his own ears. He always assumed when something exciting happened Sam or Teal’c would come and let him know, unless they were involved with fixing the problem.
He always found out, but usually got the cliff notes version after the excitement if he wasn’t actively needed.
“Doesn’t anyone come and chase you out of this office?” Jack grumped and Cameron Mitchell appeared in the doorway as if on cue, dressed in a t-shirt and track bottoms and with a basketball under his arm.
“Dannyboy! Time for natu-“ He started when he noticed Jack and came to attention, the ball falling from under his arm and rolling away down the hallway. “Sorry, Sir,” he said.
Jack sighed and waved a dismissive hand at him. “At ease,” he said.
“Did you know we’d lost contact with Atlantis?” Daniel asked, rounding his desk.
“Yeah. The techies are working on it. I’m sure they’ll let us know if they need us,” Cameron supplied and Daniel raised his eyebrows at Jack.
Jack scowled. “When something happened, I was always in the control room,” he said.
“Doing what?” Jack wasn’t sure if Cameron was teasing and had the best deadpan face in the business, or if he was genuinely curious.
“Important…stuff.” Jack said, waving a hand.
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