And To My Listening Ears by Sid (Mature)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Jack O’Neill
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill
Pairings: Daniel Jackson/Jack O’Neill, reference to prior Jack/Sara
Categories: Slash, AU
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sidlj
Author's Website: Sid at AO3
Link: And To My Listening Ears
Why This Must Be Read: This is one of the very best road trip fics I’ve read. Set in the 1920s, it’s a great look at a developing friendship (and more) between Daniel and Jack. More importantly, the road trip provides an excellent backdrop for Daniel’s personal growth both as a young man discovering the world outside academia for the first time, and as he struggles to accept himself and his feelings in view of the prevailing attitudes of the day.
Sid did a phenomenal amount of research on 1920s America and it shows through every piece of the story. She weaves it all in so naturally, through dialogue and thought, that it almost seems like Jack and Daniel have always existed there!
This story is fun and funny and poignant and angsty and will make you think. Bonus: it will definitely leave you with a smile on your face.
Excerpt:
Jack was rolling a cigarette. Daniel watched his hands at work, creasing the paper, tapping the tobacco from his leather pouch, moving the paper constantly between his thumbs and fingers, forming a cylinder. When his tongue came out to lick the paper's adhesive, Daniel quickly looked back up at the sky. He heard the scratch of a match, and the scent of tobacco perfumed the air.
Jack had offered him one. Daniel had told him that he didn't smoke. But for a split second he'd considered accepting, for the intimacy of taking what Jack had made with his two hands, placing it in his mouth…and then undoubtedly having a coughing fit which would make him out to be a fool, and maybe even a suspect sort of fool. He could only hope that a couple more days of Jack's company would inure him to the man's appeal.
Daniel suspected he was a fool, if he believed that would happen.
A breeze made the fire dance and sway. Daniel took off his hat and set it beside him, letting the wind ruffle his slightly damp hair. It really was too warm to sit around a fire, but he was enjoying it all the same. It was so different from sitting hunched around a study lamp, surrounded by books and papers. Ah, well, if he was being a fool, at least he was experiencing life at the same time. A different sort of learning experience than he was used to. Less expensive then college, too.
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Jack O’Neill
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill
Pairings: Daniel Jackson/Jack O’Neill, reference to prior Jack/Sara
Categories: Slash, AU
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
sidljAuthor's Website: Sid at AO3
Link: And To My Listening Ears
Why This Must Be Read: This is one of the very best road trip fics I’ve read. Set in the 1920s, it’s a great look at a developing friendship (and more) between Daniel and Jack. More importantly, the road trip provides an excellent backdrop for Daniel’s personal growth both as a young man discovering the world outside academia for the first time, and as he struggles to accept himself and his feelings in view of the prevailing attitudes of the day.
Sid did a phenomenal amount of research on 1920s America and it shows through every piece of the story. She weaves it all in so naturally, through dialogue and thought, that it almost seems like Jack and Daniel have always existed there!
This story is fun and funny and poignant and angsty and will make you think. Bonus: it will definitely leave you with a smile on your face.
Excerpt:
Jack was rolling a cigarette. Daniel watched his hands at work, creasing the paper, tapping the tobacco from his leather pouch, moving the paper constantly between his thumbs and fingers, forming a cylinder. When his tongue came out to lick the paper's adhesive, Daniel quickly looked back up at the sky. He heard the scratch of a match, and the scent of tobacco perfumed the air.
Jack had offered him one. Daniel had told him that he didn't smoke. But for a split second he'd considered accepting, for the intimacy of taking what Jack had made with his two hands, placing it in his mouth…and then undoubtedly having a coughing fit which would make him out to be a fool, and maybe even a suspect sort of fool. He could only hope that a couple more days of Jack's company would inure him to the man's appeal.
Daniel suspected he was a fool, if he believed that would happen.
A breeze made the fire dance and sway. Daniel took off his hat and set it beside him, letting the wind ruffle his slightly damp hair. It really was too warm to sit around a fire, but he was enjoying it all the same. It was so different from sitting hunched around a study lamp, surrounded by books and papers. Ah, well, if he was being a fool, at least he was experiencing life at the same time. A different sort of learning experience than he was used to. Less expensive then college, too.
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