Underdog by Devra
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stargateficrecShow: SG1
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Daniel/Jack
Categories: Hurt/comfort, slash, first time
Warnings:
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devra_01
Author's Website: Devra
Link: Underdog
Why This Must Be Read: This story is classic Jack and Daniel. Daniel letting his mouth get him in trouble with various Goa'uld and Jack at his sarcastic best. There's some great Jack and Daniel banter and a lovely side helping of hurt/comfort as well as a very sweet first time.
Yup, Jack had seen that look before. It wasn't determination, it was something more. The set of the chin, the squaring of the shoulders, the very slight lift of the lips as if privy to a private joke. Every wimp, every geek, every underdog who'd been pushed around by the playground bully - mine had finally had enough.
Except this wasn't your run of the mill playground and the ornately dressed Goa'uld, who Daniel was choosing to go head to head with, was more than a notch above a bully. And the friends that should be watching Daniel's back, were doing just that. Watching. From their knees, with the points of staff weapons aimed at their jugulars.
"False god," Daniel repeated.
Jack cringed as Daniel was backhanded. Again. "Hey, Phoebe," he yelled, ignoring the point of the weapon digging into his neck.
"Phobos, Jack." Daniel spat a mouthful of blood inches from the gold-sandaled feet of the Goa'uld.
Damnit, Daniel.
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Daniel/Jack
Categories: Hurt/comfort, slash, first time
Warnings:
Author on LJ:
devra_01Author's Website: Devra
Link: Underdog
Why This Must Be Read: This story is classic Jack and Daniel. Daniel letting his mouth get him in trouble with various Goa'uld and Jack at his sarcastic best. There's some great Jack and Daniel banter and a lovely side helping of hurt/comfort as well as a very sweet first time.
Yup, Jack had seen that look before. It wasn't determination, it was something more. The set of the chin, the squaring of the shoulders, the very slight lift of the lips as if privy to a private joke. Every wimp, every geek, every underdog who'd been pushed around by the playground bully - mine had finally had enough.
Except this wasn't your run of the mill playground and the ornately dressed Goa'uld, who Daniel was choosing to go head to head with, was more than a notch above a bully. And the friends that should be watching Daniel's back, were doing just that. Watching. From their knees, with the points of staff weapons aimed at their jugulars.
"False god," Daniel repeated.
Jack cringed as Daniel was backhanded. Again. "Hey, Phoebe," he yelled, ignoring the point of the weapon digging into his neck.
"Phobos, Jack." Daniel spat a mouthful of blood inches from the gold-sandaled feet of the Goa'uld.
Damnit, Daniel.
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