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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Categories: slash, kissing, inspired by art
Warnings: jealousy, frottage
Word Count: 10,700
Author on DW:antares_dw
Author's Website: AO3 profile
Link to Fic: The Meaning-of-Life Stuff
Author's Summary:
SG-1 finds another repository left by the four Ancient races and Daniel is very enthusiastic – Jack not so much.
Why This Must Be Read:
Daniel finds that the planet SG-1 is currently on has a repository similar to the one they lost when they rescued Ernest... he's desperate to stay to study it and Jack's not so happy about that.
But Daniel gets his way and stays. At first, he gluts himself on study then finds he's forced to take a day of rest and the friends he's made take him off sightseeing. Daniel soon learns to relax and spends time with others, although thoughts of a certain Colonel do drift across his mind on occasion.
And that certain Colonel finds he's upset and missing his friend Daniel, who he finally realizes is more than a friend. It takes a misunderstanding and being caught in a sandstorm to set things right.
Except for the sexy parts, this could have been a fun episode!
Also see the pretty picture that evidently inspired this story!
“Good morning, campers. Another lovely day in paradise,” Jack said when he reached the table in the dining room where his team members had already started with their last breakfast on PX8 Z44, or Ceytor Prime, as the people here called it. They were scheduled to leave in the afternoon.
“You are correct, O’Neill, the day is lovely, but fortunately, we are not on a camping trip,” Teal’c answered.
“Hey, what do you have against a bit of outdoor fun?” Jack asked and took his place at the large window overlooking the light-yellow city which seemed nearly pink with the first sunrays illuminating the houses. The days were rather short on Ceytor Prime; the sun didn’t rise until nine o’clock and set around four. Carter had explained why, but he hadn’t really listened.
“Nothing, sir”, Sam answered, “but isn’t it nice to have real beds instead of self-gonflating mats and fresh fruit for breakfast instead of MREs?”
“Geez, when did my team turn into boring all inclusive tourists?” Jack shook his head, but he had to admit that the crispy flat bread not only smelled heavenly, but also tasted like fresh from the oven and much better than the foil wrapped biscuits they often had to eat.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Categories: slash, kissing, inspired by art
Warnings: jealousy, frottage
Word Count: 10,700
Author on DW:
antares_dwAuthor's Website: AO3 profile
Link to Fic: The Meaning-of-Life Stuff
Author's Summary:
SG-1 finds another repository left by the four Ancient races and Daniel is very enthusiastic – Jack not so much.
Why This Must Be Read:
Daniel finds that the planet SG-1 is currently on has a repository similar to the one they lost when they rescued Ernest... he's desperate to stay to study it and Jack's not so happy about that.
But Daniel gets his way and stays. At first, he gluts himself on study then finds he's forced to take a day of rest and the friends he's made take him off sightseeing. Daniel soon learns to relax and spends time with others, although thoughts of a certain Colonel do drift across his mind on occasion.
And that certain Colonel finds he's upset and missing his friend Daniel, who he finally realizes is more than a friend. It takes a misunderstanding and being caught in a sandstorm to set things right.
Except for the sexy parts, this could have been a fun episode!
Also see the pretty picture that evidently inspired this story!
“Good morning, campers. Another lovely day in paradise,” Jack said when he reached the table in the dining room where his team members had already started with their last breakfast on PX8 Z44, or Ceytor Prime, as the people here called it. They were scheduled to leave in the afternoon.
“You are correct, O’Neill, the day is lovely, but fortunately, we are not on a camping trip,” Teal’c answered.
“Hey, what do you have against a bit of outdoor fun?” Jack asked and took his place at the large window overlooking the light-yellow city which seemed nearly pink with the first sunrays illuminating the houses. The days were rather short on Ceytor Prime; the sun didn’t rise until nine o’clock and set around four. Carter had explained why, but he hadn’t really listened.
“Nothing, sir”, Sam answered, “but isn’t it nice to have real beds instead of self-gonflating mats and fresh fruit for breakfast instead of MREs?”
“Geez, when did my team turn into boring all inclusive tourists?” Jack shook his head, but he had to admit that the crispy flat bread not only smelled heavenly, but also tasted like fresh from the oven and much better than the foil wrapped biscuits they often had to eat.
