Carousel by Jane Davitt, R
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack O'Neill
Pairing: no pairing
Characters: Jack, Daniel, Sam, Teal'c
Category: Jack O'Neill, team, suggestions of Jack/Daniel, humor
Warnings: slashy undertones, implied m/m sexual acts among the natives on an alien planet
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janedavitt
Author's Website: Jane's Stories
Link: Carousel
Why This Must Be Read:
Round and round it goes. Teal'c and Sam are watching Jack. Jack is watching Daniel. And Daniel is oblivious to them all. No one really understands what the other is thinking, but the presumptions are hilarious and reveal as much about the character doing the observing as they do about the one being observed.
Form follows function here as the author plays with omniscient voice in clever and amusing ways. She gives us a delicious, hard-edged Jack, and excellent voices, including an especially well-tuned Teal'c one. Jane's marvelous ability to suggest action without spelling it out - carefully positioning the dots, then stepping back and letting the reader connect them - is on full display, and it lends a sly, adult feel to the story. The fic has widespread slashy undertones, though it makes nothing explicit, and the suggestiveness of the piece somehow gives it a naughtier edge than many graphic fics. Go read and have an earthy, knowing chuckle.
Fic Excerpt:
The dirt floor of the open courtyard was steaming. Body heat from the people crammed under an awning combined with the steadily falling warm rain to produce a miasma that everyone was ignoring politely. Or maybe, it was only offensive to the Earth noses.
In the center of the space the entertainment entered its second hour as the children singing were replaced by --
What's he staring at? Catching flies, Daniel. Close your damn mouth, will you? And what's so fascinating about...oh. Daniel, you wouldn't. You're not. Oh, you so fucking are....
The twelve men, stripped down to oil and a thin, velvet-soft length of hide around their hips whirled and spun and fought in the sea of thin mud the rain had made.
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Pairing: no pairing
Characters: Jack, Daniel, Sam, Teal'c
Category: Jack O'Neill, team, suggestions of Jack/Daniel, humor
Warnings: slashy undertones, implied m/m sexual acts among the natives on an alien planet
Author on LJ:
janedavittAuthor's Website: Jane's Stories
Link: Carousel
Why This Must Be Read:
Round and round it goes. Teal'c and Sam are watching Jack. Jack is watching Daniel. And Daniel is oblivious to them all. No one really understands what the other is thinking, but the presumptions are hilarious and reveal as much about the character doing the observing as they do about the one being observed.
Form follows function here as the author plays with omniscient voice in clever and amusing ways. She gives us a delicious, hard-edged Jack, and excellent voices, including an especially well-tuned Teal'c one. Jane's marvelous ability to suggest action without spelling it out - carefully positioning the dots, then stepping back and letting the reader connect them - is on full display, and it lends a sly, adult feel to the story. The fic has widespread slashy undertones, though it makes nothing explicit, and the suggestiveness of the piece somehow gives it a naughtier edge than many graphic fics. Go read and have an earthy, knowing chuckle.
Fic Excerpt:
The dirt floor of the open courtyard was steaming. Body heat from the people crammed under an awning combined with the steadily falling warm rain to produce a miasma that everyone was ignoring politely. Or maybe, it was only offensive to the Earth noses.
In the center of the space the entertainment entered its second hour as the children singing were replaced by --
What's he staring at? Catching flies, Daniel. Close your damn mouth, will you? And what's so fascinating about...oh. Daniel, you wouldn't. You're not. Oh, you so fucking are....
The twelve men, stripped down to oil and a thin, velvet-soft length of hide around their hips whirled and spun and fought in the sea of thin mud the rain had made.
Read fic
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