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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, Episode-related, Hurt/comfort
Warning: Language
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
princessofg
Author's Website: n/a
Link: http://princessofg.livejournal.com/141686.html
Why This Must Be Read: For my next batch of recs of stories written for the 2006 Jack/Daniel Ficathon, I have a trio of episode-related fics.
Kicking them off is a tag for The Devil You Know. This story is a wonderful slice of Jack and Daniel's life, as Daniel is tasked with looking after the wounded Jack at home. In a quiet, unassuming way, it really gets inside both their heads as the two friends -- more-than-friends -- deal with injury, medication, and getting on with life after yet another dangerous mission. Princess of G subtly captures both their personalities superbly.
Disclosure: I betaed this story, which basically meant getting to read the good stuff first!
Excerpt:
What a twist of fate it was; both of them in Chicago years ago, both of them here now. Daniel copped to his bad habit of analyzing coincidences and trying to tease out a chain of causality. He yearned for a why when ... things ... converged. It was his conditioned response to too many encounters with Fate, too many truth-dealing visions, too many bad trips. It had been drilled into him: Fate’s gifts weren’t gifts. They were Trojan horses. No bliss unpaid for, no happiness delivered without its exact price.
He flinched from his inner, incomprehensible slurry of mythology and doom and went to rummage in Jack’s refrigerator. Always with the carry out, always with the canned goods. This thing about getting stranded off world was hell on the diet. Jesus. Sometimes Daniel would kill for a piece of fresh fruit, a simple glass of milk.
Right.
Off to the grocery store.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, Episode-related, Hurt/comfort
Warning: Language
Author on LJ:
princessofgAuthor's Website: n/a
Link: http://princessofg.livejournal.com/141686.html
Why This Must Be Read: For my next batch of recs of stories written for the 2006 Jack/Daniel Ficathon, I have a trio of episode-related fics.
Kicking them off is a tag for The Devil You Know. This story is a wonderful slice of Jack and Daniel's life, as Daniel is tasked with looking after the wounded Jack at home. In a quiet, unassuming way, it really gets inside both their heads as the two friends -- more-than-friends -- deal with injury, medication, and getting on with life after yet another dangerous mission. Princess of G subtly captures both their personalities superbly.
Disclosure: I betaed this story, which basically meant getting to read the good stuff first!
Excerpt:
What a twist of fate it was; both of them in Chicago years ago, both of them here now. Daniel copped to his bad habit of analyzing coincidences and trying to tease out a chain of causality. He yearned for a why when ... things ... converged. It was his conditioned response to too many encounters with Fate, too many truth-dealing visions, too many bad trips. It had been drilled into him: Fate’s gifts weren’t gifts. They were Trojan horses. No bliss unpaid for, no happiness delivered without its exact price.
He flinched from his inner, incomprehensible slurry of mythology and doom and went to rummage in Jack’s refrigerator. Always with the carry out, always with the canned goods. This thing about getting stranded off world was hell on the diet. Jesus. Sometimes Daniel would kill for a piece of fresh fruit, a simple glass of milk.
Right.
Off to the grocery store.
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Date: 2006-09-23 02:11 am (UTC)