The Dead Can Dance by Sorrel (R)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Alternate Universe
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Pre-slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goddessleila
Author's Website: http://www.dreamon.woodbetweenworlds.com/main.html
Link: http://goddessleila.livejournal.com/148750.html
Why This Must Be Read: I haven't found a lot of AUs I really love in the SG-1 world. But there are two fairly new ones that are outstanding, one by an author new to me, and one by a favorite.
At first, this story doesn't seem so very different. Jack and Sam and Teal'c are a team, protecting Daniel and his work (whatever that is), and have formed a household around him. It's not until two-thirds of the way through that it's revealed you've really fallen down the rabbit hole. The tone has a warmth and sweetness, with just a tinge of sadness and hope. I've never read Sorrel before, but damn, I'll take more!
Excerpt:
This was why he came here, even when they weren’t on assignment, why he drove all the freaking way out to this little cabin in the middle of nowhere where Daniel hung his hat when they weren’t continent-hopping. Not for the amazing massage that Daniel always insisted on giving and Jack had eventually stopped trying to turn down, after the first year or so, and not just because of a need to look after the man who was arguably one of the country’s national treasures- and certainly the closest thing to a best friend he had or ever would again- but because of this, this sense of peace he got here in Daniel’s kitchen, with Daniel’s hands on him, and Daniel’s low voice murmuring in his ear about the harvest in an Ethiopia, fishing in the coastal village of Telegraph Cove, the unseasonably warm weather in Finland. Little details of little human lives that almost no one cared about but Daniel, who welcomed everyone to his door and his heart. Even scarred, suicidal men who wanted nothing but to be left alone, stuck babysitting a man who talked to thin air. Jack hadn’t wanted to be here, the first time he’d met Daniel, thinner and with longer hair and wider eyes, but still the same man, his sense of self buried deep in his veins and marrow.
Things changed.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Pre-slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
goddessleilaAuthor's Website: http://www.dreamon.woodbetweenworlds.com/main.html
Link: http://goddessleila.livejournal.com/148750.html
Why This Must Be Read: I haven't found a lot of AUs I really love in the SG-1 world. But there are two fairly new ones that are outstanding, one by an author new to me, and one by a favorite.
At first, this story doesn't seem so very different. Jack and Sam and Teal'c are a team, protecting Daniel and his work (whatever that is), and have formed a household around him. It's not until two-thirds of the way through that it's revealed you've really fallen down the rabbit hole. The tone has a warmth and sweetness, with just a tinge of sadness and hope. I've never read Sorrel before, but damn, I'll take more!
Excerpt:
This was why he came here, even when they weren’t on assignment, why he drove all the freaking way out to this little cabin in the middle of nowhere where Daniel hung his hat when they weren’t continent-hopping. Not for the amazing massage that Daniel always insisted on giving and Jack had eventually stopped trying to turn down, after the first year or so, and not just because of a need to look after the man who was arguably one of the country’s national treasures- and certainly the closest thing to a best friend he had or ever would again- but because of this, this sense of peace he got here in Daniel’s kitchen, with Daniel’s hands on him, and Daniel’s low voice murmuring in his ear about the harvest in an Ethiopia, fishing in the coastal village of Telegraph Cove, the unseasonably warm weather in Finland. Little details of little human lives that almost no one cared about but Daniel, who welcomed everyone to his door and his heart. Even scarred, suicidal men who wanted nothing but to be left alone, stuck babysitting a man who talked to thin air. Jack hadn’t wanted to be here, the first time he’d met Daniel, thinner and with longer hair and wider eyes, but still the same man, his sense of self buried deep in his veins and marrow.
Things changed.
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