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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Episode related
Warning: Sex, Language
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synecdochic
Author's Website: http://www.kekkai.org/synecdochic/sg1/main.html
Link: http://www.kekkai.org/synecdochic/sg1/throwing_pebbles_up_the_mountain.html
Why This Must Be Read: I wanted to start my Jack/Daniel recs for the month with a few that are on my short list for all-time favorites. First up, Synecdochic has been recced for her amazing John/Rodney, Sam/Cam and Daniel/Cam, and I'm hoping to catch up with recs of her J/D stories.
Throwing Pebbles Up the Mountain is chronologically the first in her Eurydiceverse series, which she has described as a slightly off-canon look at the characters -- as if the horrific experiences they go through had the kinds of consequences that a television series doesn't go into with their weekly "reset" button. This story takes place in the wake of Secrets, when Daniel has to come home and face the messages his wife gave him before she got taken over by her goa'uld again.
It's written from Jack's point of view, and for as much as he claims throughout that he can't tell what's going on inside Daniel's head, he does know him better than anyone. Though it's first chronologically in the series, it was the third Jack/Daniel written, and beautifully introduces the caretaking Jack who will do anything for Daniel. As with all of Synecdochic's stories, it's intelligent, perceptive and full of marvelous details that illuminate the characters more fully than mere descriptions.
Excerpt:
"Not that you're not always welcome here, Jack," he said -- and the kicker of it was, he meant it, like me putting him up for a few weeks over a year ago had racked up some kind of unpayable karmic debt -- "but I, uh. Don't really think I'm fit for company right now."
I tapped my beer bottle against the base of his and took a swig. "Good thing I'm not company, then, isn't it," was all I said, then wandered into the living room to plop my rear end into one of his chairs.
For a second I imagined him counting to ten behind me, or maybe twenty, or a hundred. I could feel the minute he gave up on trying to dislodge me; he padded back (barefoot, I noticed, though he was still in his corduroys and that Godawful polyester button-down shirt that should have been burned back in 1981) and settled himself down on the couch.
He seemed to think that if he ignored me, I'd go away. I let it go for a carefully-timed three minutes, then put my feet up on the other side of the coffeetable and asked, "Whatcha workin' on?"
He closed his eyes. "Go ahead and say what you came here to say," he said, defeated. And I hadn't even had to start fiddling with his stuff; first point to me.
I tried to keep the smug out of my voice, though. Maybe even succeeded. "I just came to check up on you. You lit out of there awfully fast."
"What do you want me to say?" The light caught his glasses as he tipped his face up to look at me; it made his eyes opaque. "I delivered the child of my wife's rape and came home and now my world's crashing down around my ears?"
"It'd be a good start," I allowed. "Got a nice beat to it. Easy to work with."
His hand closed around the pen he was holding so tightly I imagined I'd hear it snap. "Well, I hate to disappoint you, but it'd be a lie."
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Episode related
Warning: Sex, Language
Author on LJ:
synecdochicAuthor's Website: http://www.kekkai.org/synecdochic/sg1/main.html
Link: http://www.kekkai.org/synecdochic/sg1/throwing_pebbles_up_the_mountain.html
Why This Must Be Read: I wanted to start my Jack/Daniel recs for the month with a few that are on my short list for all-time favorites. First up, Synecdochic has been recced for her amazing John/Rodney, Sam/Cam and Daniel/Cam, and I'm hoping to catch up with recs of her J/D stories.
Throwing Pebbles Up the Mountain is chronologically the first in her Eurydiceverse series, which she has described as a slightly off-canon look at the characters -- as if the horrific experiences they go through had the kinds of consequences that a television series doesn't go into with their weekly "reset" button. This story takes place in the wake of Secrets, when Daniel has to come home and face the messages his wife gave him before she got taken over by her goa'uld again.
It's written from Jack's point of view, and for as much as he claims throughout that he can't tell what's going on inside Daniel's head, he does know him better than anyone. Though it's first chronologically in the series, it was the third Jack/Daniel written, and beautifully introduces the caretaking Jack who will do anything for Daniel. As with all of Synecdochic's stories, it's intelligent, perceptive and full of marvelous details that illuminate the characters more fully than mere descriptions.
Excerpt:
"Not that you're not always welcome here, Jack," he said -- and the kicker of it was, he meant it, like me putting him up for a few weeks over a year ago had racked up some kind of unpayable karmic debt -- "but I, uh. Don't really think I'm fit for company right now."
I tapped my beer bottle against the base of his and took a swig. "Good thing I'm not company, then, isn't it," was all I said, then wandered into the living room to plop my rear end into one of his chairs.
For a second I imagined him counting to ten behind me, or maybe twenty, or a hundred. I could feel the minute he gave up on trying to dislodge me; he padded back (barefoot, I noticed, though he was still in his corduroys and that Godawful polyester button-down shirt that should have been burned back in 1981) and settled himself down on the couch.
He seemed to think that if he ignored me, I'd go away. I let it go for a carefully-timed three minutes, then put my feet up on the other side of the coffeetable and asked, "Whatcha workin' on?"
He closed his eyes. "Go ahead and say what you came here to say," he said, defeated. And I hadn't even had to start fiddling with his stuff; first point to me.
I tried to keep the smug out of my voice, though. Maybe even succeeded. "I just came to check up on you. You lit out of there awfully fast."
"What do you want me to say?" The light caught his glasses as he tipped his face up to look at me; it made his eyes opaque. "I delivered the child of my wife's rape and came home and now my world's crashing down around my ears?"
"It'd be a good start," I allowed. "Got a nice beat to it. Easy to work with."
His hand closed around the pen he was holding so tightly I imagined I'd hear it snap. "Well, I hate to disappoint you, but it'd be a lie."
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