Calibrate by Synecdochic (PG-13)
Dec. 3rd, 2006 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, Hurt/Comfort
Warning: Language, No spoilers but set mid-season 4
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
synecdochic
Author's Website: Venus in Furs
Link: [4,749 words] Calibrate
Why This Must Be Read: Sync is an amazing writer - she'll drop you right in to the character's head space with just the first few lines. This is important lest you start to read one of her stories when you, say, have food in the oven or have to leave for work soon. It's the kind of writing that could lead to fire alarms and that's a good thing (trust me! I speak from experience). As for Calibrate, it is comfort food fic of the first order. The week at the SGC has been average, but that doesn't in any way mean easy. Nothing exotic, just exhausting and crazy, leaving pretty much everyone physically and mentally run down. This is Jack and Daniel circling each other with inevitability, talking about the past and leaving a lot of things unsaid.
As with any of Sync's stories, it's always worthwhile to click on the 'read comments' at the bottom, which links over to the story's LJ posting.
Author's Summary: It's been a long week. A long fucking week. And Daniel can never remember the rules about when normal Americans are allowed to touch each other, anyway.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashfic25 prompt #2: curve.
Excerpt: "Hey," Jack called from the kitchen, and shuffled out with a cup of coffee in hand. He was barefoot, wearing only a pair of ragged USAF sweats, and he was moving like he wasn't quite awake yet. He waved a hand behind him. "Half a pot left; help yourself."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Is it the good stuff?"
"Isn't that rule fifteen? Thou Shalt Not Feed Daniel Shit Coffee?" Jack scratched at his belly, slowly rotated one shoulder; Daniel could hear the pop across the room.
"No, rule fifteen is Thou Shalt Not Ask Sam If She Has Packed Sufficient Feminine Hygeine Products While Thou Art In The Gateroom. You're thinking of rule sixteen." Daniel contemplated a cup of coffee, decided he'd save it to get the taste of the crap Waffle House coffee out of his mouth once they returned. "You wanna go to the one on Eighth, or the one on Fillmore?"
"Fillmore's closer," Jack said. "Lemme just go change."
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, Hurt/Comfort
Warning: Language, No spoilers but set mid-season 4
Author on LJ:
synecdochicAuthor's Website: Venus in Furs
Link: [4,749 words] Calibrate
Why This Must Be Read: Sync is an amazing writer - she'll drop you right in to the character's head space with just the first few lines. This is important lest you start to read one of her stories when you, say, have food in the oven or have to leave for work soon. It's the kind of writing that could lead to fire alarms and that's a good thing (trust me! I speak from experience). As for Calibrate, it is comfort food fic of the first order. The week at the SGC has been average, but that doesn't in any way mean easy. Nothing exotic, just exhausting and crazy, leaving pretty much everyone physically and mentally run down. This is Jack and Daniel circling each other with inevitability, talking about the past and leaving a lot of things unsaid.
As with any of Sync's stories, it's always worthwhile to click on the 'read comments' at the bottom, which links over to the story's LJ posting.
Author's Summary: It's been a long week. A long fucking week. And Daniel can never remember the rules about when normal Americans are allowed to touch each other, anyway.
slashfic25 prompt #2: curve.Excerpt: "Hey," Jack called from the kitchen, and shuffled out with a cup of coffee in hand. He was barefoot, wearing only a pair of ragged USAF sweats, and he was moving like he wasn't quite awake yet. He waved a hand behind him. "Half a pot left; help yourself."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Is it the good stuff?"
"Isn't that rule fifteen? Thou Shalt Not Feed Daniel Shit Coffee?" Jack scratched at his belly, slowly rotated one shoulder; Daniel could hear the pop across the room.
"No, rule fifteen is Thou Shalt Not Ask Sam If She Has Packed Sufficient Feminine Hygeine Products While Thou Art In The Gateroom. You're thinking of rule sixteen." Daniel contemplated a cup of coffee, decided he'd save it to get the taste of the crap Waffle House coffee out of his mouth once they returned. "You wanna go to the one on Eighth, or the one on Fillmore?"
"Fillmore's closer," Jack said. "Lemme just go change."
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Date: 2006-12-05 02:47 am (UTC)One of my favorite authors is Stephen King, despite the fact that I don't like horror. Still, I end up working myself up to reading one every now and then just because he's so damn good - I spent most of The Long Walk wanting to just sit down. Of course, I was already sitting down at the time.
That's what this actually puts me in mind of: you sense the ebb and swirl of stillness that they actually move through in their daily lives, none of the buzz of running prose like a background score. It's just real.