Buried Dreams by JaneDavitt (R)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1, MacGyver
Rec Category: Crossover
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Angus MacGyver, OCs
Pairings: Daniel/MacGyver
Categories: Slash
Warnings: Violence, Sexual content (mostly thoughts)
Author on LJ:Unknown
Author's Website: on AO3
Link: Buried Dreams
Why This Must Be Read: This story features young archaeology student Daniel meeting MacGyver while in Egypt on a dig. MacGyver's been asked to investigate some thefts (not that he tells Daniel that or anything). Young Daniel is snarky, smart and carries a chip on his shoulder the size of the Great Pyramid. The interactions between him and MacGyver are hilarious and so much fun. The plot itself is also interesting and JaneDavitt does a great job of not revealing too much too soon. The story also ties in nicely into the Stargate universe. But mostly it's a fun ride.
"Well, hello, roomie," MacGyver said, smiling at Daniel's bare toes because they seemed the safest place to look at.
Daniel curled them and wiggled them.
Okay. Maybe his knees would be better…
"You can't sleep here."
"Why not?" MacGyver opened his holdall and pulled out a book of his own, feeling like a duelist unsheathing his sword. He turned, and Cervantes 'Don Quixote' which he'd picked up as a prize in sixth grade clashed against 'The Egyptian Book of the Dead' translated by…. MacGyver squinted. Ernest Alfred Thompson Wallis Budge.
Deciding it was a draw based on the lack of sneer on Daniel's face, MacGyver gave an amiable smile and repeated, "Why not? I don't snore, and I'm tidy." His gaze took in the state of the small room, every surface heaped with books and small, broken pieces of pottery, clearly discards from the dig. The tools Daniel used; brushes and shovels and a magnifying glass Mac coveted, were good quality, well-used, and tucked carefully into a canvas roll, currently spread out on the only table. "Tidier than you, as it happens."
"How do you know?"
"What?"
"That you don't snore." Daniel's blue eyes -- okay, he had to stop looking through the lenses of Daniel's glasses to study his eyes because it was starting to become a habit -- narrowed. "Either you've recorded yourself sleeping…"
"I'm weird, or so I'm told, but not that weird."
"Or you make a habit of sleeping with insomniacs." Blink, flutter, stare. "Do you?"
"I sleep alone. Mostly." MacGyver tore his gaze away from blueness and down to a bare, slender chest and a flat, hard belly. If Daniel stood up, his shorts would have to stay on by sheer force of will, because they were too big for him and gaped, exposing shadowed, secret skin and pointed hipbones.
"'Mostly'…" Daniel repeated. "I see."
"I don't think you do, but it doesn't matter." Somewhere, somehow, everything had gotten out of control. "Look, I can find somewhere else --"
Daniel rolled to his stomach, his shorts inching down in the process and revealing a dusting of fair hair at the base of his spine, sweat-damped down against a deeply tanned back, and propped his book against his pillow. "You can stay. Just don't snore. Or talk. Or try and cook me something. Or lie to me. Or --"
"We got off on the wrong foot, I can see that -- unless we count the part where I was really nice and stopped to help you -- but trust me, I usually get along with ki-- people --"
"If you call me anything that implies I'm immature again, I'll get very inventive when I convince you it's not a good idea."
Daniel turned his head, gave the solemn blink he seemed to use to punctuate a sentence, and smiled. It was a scary smile, MacGyver decided, because Daniel looked like the sort of man with a lively imagination.
He held up his hands. "Convinced! No need to get, uh, creative."
He got a curt nod and Daniel turned his attention back to his book, making impatient little tutting noises under his breath now and then. MacGyver watched him in silence and then went to find some food.
Rec Category: Crossover
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Angus MacGyver, OCs
Pairings: Daniel/MacGyver
Categories: Slash
Warnings: Violence, Sexual content (mostly thoughts)
Author on LJ:Unknown
Author's Website: on AO3
Link: Buried Dreams
Why This Must Be Read: This story features young archaeology student Daniel meeting MacGyver while in Egypt on a dig. MacGyver's been asked to investigate some thefts (not that he tells Daniel that or anything). Young Daniel is snarky, smart and carries a chip on his shoulder the size of the Great Pyramid. The interactions between him and MacGyver are hilarious and so much fun. The plot itself is also interesting and JaneDavitt does a great job of not revealing too much too soon. The story also ties in nicely into the Stargate universe. But mostly it's a fun ride.
"Well, hello, roomie," MacGyver said, smiling at Daniel's bare toes because they seemed the safest place to look at.
Daniel curled them and wiggled them.
Okay. Maybe his knees would be better…
"You can't sleep here."
"Why not?" MacGyver opened his holdall and pulled out a book of his own, feeling like a duelist unsheathing his sword. He turned, and Cervantes 'Don Quixote' which he'd picked up as a prize in sixth grade clashed against 'The Egyptian Book of the Dead' translated by…. MacGyver squinted. Ernest Alfred Thompson Wallis Budge.
Deciding it was a draw based on the lack of sneer on Daniel's face, MacGyver gave an amiable smile and repeated, "Why not? I don't snore, and I'm tidy." His gaze took in the state of the small room, every surface heaped with books and small, broken pieces of pottery, clearly discards from the dig. The tools Daniel used; brushes and shovels and a magnifying glass Mac coveted, were good quality, well-used, and tucked carefully into a canvas roll, currently spread out on the only table. "Tidier than you, as it happens."
"How do you know?"
"What?"
"That you don't snore." Daniel's blue eyes -- okay, he had to stop looking through the lenses of Daniel's glasses to study his eyes because it was starting to become a habit -- narrowed. "Either you've recorded yourself sleeping…"
"I'm weird, or so I'm told, but not that weird."
"Or you make a habit of sleeping with insomniacs." Blink, flutter, stare. "Do you?"
"I sleep alone. Mostly." MacGyver tore his gaze away from blueness and down to a bare, slender chest and a flat, hard belly. If Daniel stood up, his shorts would have to stay on by sheer force of will, because they were too big for him and gaped, exposing shadowed, secret skin and pointed hipbones.
"'Mostly'…" Daniel repeated. "I see."
"I don't think you do, but it doesn't matter." Somewhere, somehow, everything had gotten out of control. "Look, I can find somewhere else --"
Daniel rolled to his stomach, his shorts inching down in the process and revealing a dusting of fair hair at the base of his spine, sweat-damped down against a deeply tanned back, and propped his book against his pillow. "You can stay. Just don't snore. Or talk. Or try and cook me something. Or lie to me. Or --"
"We got off on the wrong foot, I can see that -- unless we count the part where I was really nice and stopped to help you -- but trust me, I usually get along with ki-- people --"
"If you call me anything that implies I'm immature again, I'll get very inventive when I convince you it's not a good idea."
Daniel turned his head, gave the solemn blink he seemed to use to punctuate a sentence, and smiled. It was a scary smile, MacGyver decided, because Daniel looked like the sort of man with a lively imagination.
He held up his hands. "Convinced! No need to get, uh, creative."
He got a curt nod and Daniel turned his attention back to his book, making impatient little tutting noises under his breath now and then. MacGyver watched him in silence and then went to find some food.
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