Canon for a Minor Key by Taselby (NC-17)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, Episode-related
Warning: Sex, Language
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taselby
Author's Website: http://www.tenebris.org/chaos/taselby/index.html
Link: http://taselby.livejournal.com/81020.html
Why This Must Be Read: Written for the 2006 Jack/Daniel Ficathon. This is an episode tag for The Curse, with Jack feeling particularly bad about Daniel having lost another loved one. In the middle of the night, though, still slightly inebriated from a night of shared drinking and catharsis, he feels far more off-balance by Daniel. Or maybe himself. The writing brilliantly reflects Jack's isolated, slightly paranoid headspace, which has him moving about his kitchen in the dark in full stealth mode, and watching Daniel talk to him like he's watching Daniel make first contact with an alien culture. The story slowly, beautifully, shows stubborn Daniel pulling Jack off his one-man island until they re-establish their connection.
Excerpt:
Jack traces a finger through the water starting to condense on the bottle. Daniel is a hazy block of light and shadow in his peripheral vision, glasses obscuring his eyes, but not the force of his scrutiny. Observe the local interactions, ask questions and try to gain their trust.
Daniel winces and sips his beer. It’s a social custom, a pretext for group interactions, something to occupy the hands. A way to cover an uncomfortable silence. Occasionally anesthetic, but not just now. “I may never drink tequila again after that.”
“Certainly not at that restaurant. You guys are gonna get us banned from every decent watering hole south of Denver.”
“Well, now you’ve gone and uncovered our clever plot.” The joke falls more than a little flat. Daniel’s focus is starting to become uncomfortable, and Jack is keenly aware of all the questions Daniel isn’t asking.
“Yeah, well. System Lords you aren’t.” Jack starts working on the label of this beer. A bright curl of paper peels away under his patient fingers.
“No,” Daniel says, rolling the bottle between his palms, “I don’t think they generally frequent cantinas.” His tone is light enough, but the grace notes of the conversation are all wrong.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, Episode-related
Warning: Sex, Language
Author on LJ:
taselbyAuthor's Website: http://www.tenebris.org/chaos/taselby/index.html
Link: http://taselby.livejournal.com/81020.html
Why This Must Be Read: Written for the 2006 Jack/Daniel Ficathon. This is an episode tag for The Curse, with Jack feeling particularly bad about Daniel having lost another loved one. In the middle of the night, though, still slightly inebriated from a night of shared drinking and catharsis, he feels far more off-balance by Daniel. Or maybe himself. The writing brilliantly reflects Jack's isolated, slightly paranoid headspace, which has him moving about his kitchen in the dark in full stealth mode, and watching Daniel talk to him like he's watching Daniel make first contact with an alien culture. The story slowly, beautifully, shows stubborn Daniel pulling Jack off his one-man island until they re-establish their connection.
Excerpt:
Jack traces a finger through the water starting to condense on the bottle. Daniel is a hazy block of light and shadow in his peripheral vision, glasses obscuring his eyes, but not the force of his scrutiny. Observe the local interactions, ask questions and try to gain their trust.
Daniel winces and sips his beer. It’s a social custom, a pretext for group interactions, something to occupy the hands. A way to cover an uncomfortable silence. Occasionally anesthetic, but not just now. “I may never drink tequila again after that.”
“Certainly not at that restaurant. You guys are gonna get us banned from every decent watering hole south of Denver.”
“Well, now you’ve gone and uncovered our clever plot.” The joke falls more than a little flat. Daniel’s focus is starting to become uncomfortable, and Jack is keenly aware of all the questions Daniel isn’t asking.
“Yeah, well. System Lords you aren’t.” Jack starts working on the label of this beer. A bright curl of paper peels away under his patient fingers.
“No,” Daniel says, rolling the bottle between his palms, “I don’t think they generally frequent cantinas.” His tone is light enough, but the grace notes of the conversation are all wrong.
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