"No Man Is Born An Angler" by eliade (NC-17)

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Rec Category: Alternate Universe

Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Categories: Apocafic, AU, Daniel Jackson, First Time, Jack O'Neill, POV, Slash, SG-1
Warnings: Contains slash and graphic sex.
Author on LJ: eliade
Author's Website: Anna's Stories
Link: "No Man Is Born An Angler"

Why This Must Be Read:

This was an interesting take on the "stranded off world/first time" fanfic cliche. Told in first person POV from Jack, we see his dwindling hope of being rescued and his initial unease with the knowledge that Daniel wants more than he can give.

The transition from team mate, to friend, to lover is gradual - but most of all I enjoyed the descriptions of their new life. Namely, the frustrations of being trapped on a world that has such a backwards lifestyle, along with Jack's wry and often funny observations.

A Teeny Snippet

My thoughts drifted, but my gaze stayed fixed on him. I kept mulling over his attempts to get in my pants. It was very un-Daniel-like of him. But he'd gone round the bend a while back. Once he'd finished sampling the local rocks and caves, and dug up every cracked teacup within a ten-mile radius, he'd become as bored as I'd already been for the previous five months. He'd gotten domestic, gotten in touch with his inner hausfrau or something. Started cleaning up the odds and ends he'd found around our deserted village, made me help him fix a fence and herd in some of the wild goats. Before I knew it he was weaving and doing artsy-craftsy stuff in his off hours, which was whenever we weren't hunting, gathering, and tilling the land together like a couple of primitives. He'd frown as he figured things out, then sit for hours on end, calm as dirt, pinching out pots and spinning thread.

He pretended that everything he was doing was useful. "We'll need more than our jackets when winter comes," he'd say, and, "At the rate you keep breaking bowls, Jack, it's hard for me to even keep up." But I knew something else was going on, and when he started talking about sex one day, the pieces fell together. It had all been a sneaky plan to woo me with...with pottery. And lopsided sweaters.