Skies So Blue by Dirty Diana (PG-13)
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Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
dirty_diana
Author's Website: http://shockingpink.compromisingpositions.net/ficindex.html
Link: http://dirty-diana.livejournal.com/71008.html
Why This Must Be Read: Hyperintelligent, pushy, perceptive Daniel. Competent, skilled, gutsy Carter. Laconic, slyly humorous Teal'c. Talkative, fearless Mitchell. Jack is the leader who runs the team, and not a stargate in sight. They're a covert ops team, and Diana paints their portrait in a mosaic of backstories, with a terse, spy novel style. Compelling characters, and spot on depiction of the team we love in a new context.
Excerpt:
Jack bore the circular scar on his chest. Cambodia, last year.
"How bad does it hurt?" Carter had asked.
Jack exhaled through his teeth. "I've been shot, Carter."
"Yes, sir." Carter's hands were covered in blood.
The impromptu airstrip was filled with rocks, and every bump meant more pain, spreading from his shoulder into his entire body.
"Mitchell!" he yelled, over the vibrations of the engine. "This better be the smoothest goddamn ride I've ever had."
"This isn't exactly a C-130," Mitchell yelled back, "but I'm doing my best."
Teal'c held onto his rifle, always the last on board. His face was impassive even in concern. "Next time, O'Neill, you should try to get out of the way."
Some sense of humour. "I'll try to remember that, buddy."
Daniel didn't say anything. Daniel held on to Jack's bloody fingers, all the way to touchdown on the USS Roosevelt, and didn't say a goddamn word.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: http://shockingpink.compromisingpositions.net/ficindex.html
Link: http://dirty-diana.livejournal.com/71008.html
Why This Must Be Read: Hyperintelligent, pushy, perceptive Daniel. Competent, skilled, gutsy Carter. Laconic, slyly humorous Teal'c. Talkative, fearless Mitchell. Jack is the leader who runs the team, and not a stargate in sight. They're a covert ops team, and Diana paints their portrait in a mosaic of backstories, with a terse, spy novel style. Compelling characters, and spot on depiction of the team we love in a new context.
Excerpt:
Jack bore the circular scar on his chest. Cambodia, last year.
"How bad does it hurt?" Carter had asked.
Jack exhaled through his teeth. "I've been shot, Carter."
"Yes, sir." Carter's hands were covered in blood.
The impromptu airstrip was filled with rocks, and every bump meant more pain, spreading from his shoulder into his entire body.
"Mitchell!" he yelled, over the vibrations of the engine. "This better be the smoothest goddamn ride I've ever had."
"This isn't exactly a C-130," Mitchell yelled back, "but I'm doing my best."
Teal'c held onto his rifle, always the last on board. His face was impassive even in concern. "Next time, O'Neill, you should try to get out of the way."
Some sense of humour. "I'll try to remember that, buddy."
Daniel didn't say anything. Daniel held on to Jack's bloody fingers, all the way to touchdown on the USS Roosevelt, and didn't say a goddamn word.