System of a Down by M (hard R)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Daniel Jackson
Pairing: Jack/Daniel (sort of, but not really [says the author, and I agree])
Category: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Janet Fraiser, AU, episode related, ascesion/descension, team
Warning: nudity, masturbation
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samdonne
Author's Website: Butchered Art
Link: System of a Down
Why This Must Be Read:
The show dealt with Daniel's Descension fairly quickly, easily, and neatly compared to what could have happened. In "System of a Down"samdonne plays with those possibilities left unexplored. Her Daniel Jackson returns with no memories to a body he no longer knows how to inhabit. Through Jack's eyes we watch Daniel slowly re-learn how to be corporeal - how to deal with light and sound and smells, with air currents and fabric against his skin, and how to speak and think and self-identify.
The narrative, told backwards through time, completely sucks you in and, in addition to the great exploration of Daniel and the friendship between Jack and Daniel, there is a wonderful team feel to the piece - both the team that is SG-1 and the larger team that is SGC.
In terms of pairings/warnings above, this fic is difficult to categorize. There is a semi-explicit scene between Jack and Daniel of a sexual nature, but it does not have the feel of true ship. It's difficult to explain, but I do think gen-only readers would get a lot out of this story (whether or not they skim past that one scene). It really is worth the read.
It's the desert or as close as they'll get to it. It always begins in a desert.
They take the truck, all four of them, and they drive. Jack drives. Teal'c slouches, as much as Teal'c can ever slouch, in the passenger seat. Daniel and Carter lean against each other in the back like a pair of bookends, a conspiracy of soft, fair-headed twins. The mood in the car is airy, as comforting as a much-loved throw pillow. Jonas declined to come along, pleading overwork.
Jack looked for something to say before they got into the car at the SGC. He pointed to the right of his truck and told Daniel, "That's your parking space." Daniel grinned and Jack took it in stride. If no one reminded him that he had rarely smiled, Jack thought, Daniel would smile more, wouldn't remember to be disgusted at his life or unsatisfied anymore.
"I don't think I'll ever remember much of it. I don't think I'm supposed to," Daniel is saying softly, talking to Carter like he's confessing an old fondness for leather and chains. What Daniel means is that he won't stop trying.
They stay the night in Santa Fe. They pore over the map after dinner and decide to forgo the well-traveled US285 in favor of state routes and farm roads. They get up at dawn, pull into Roswell at lunchtime the next day and stop at the original Crash Down cafe on First.
Daniel hops out of the truck, tugging at the sleeves of his linen shirt. Carter took him on a Pretty Woman spree one afternoon in Colorado Springs and exploded a GQ magazine in his closet.
Their waitress isn't immune to the tight jean-clad ass of Daniel Jackson version 3.0, and Carter fumbles with the menu like she has claws instead of nails. She is trapped between pride at her handiwork and protectiveness kicked into overdrive by a resurrected Daniel. Jack can relate--he's rather proud of his handiwork too.
Stuffed on Saturn burgers and Saucer pie, they take to the road again. After a brief detour by the International UFO Museum ("Thor looks just like that," someone tells Daniel), they head off into the desert on dirt tracks. In the middle of a flat empty nowhere, they break off and make camp.
Teal'c clears a patch of scrub and dry grass to light a fire, while Jack busies himself with the coffee pot. Carter and Daniel walk around them in excentric circles, cataloguing plants and stones as they go.("Recognize this one, Daniel? It's a Lee Pincushion.") Teal'c joins them later for a game of Spot The Chihuahua.
"Didn't the Mogollon live here?" Carter asks no one in particular while Jack scouts the area for rattlesnakes.
Daniel pulls himself away from a private moment with a cup of Robusta. "That's Southwest New Mexico, Sam, the Three Rivers Petroglyphs site in the northern Chihuahuan desert. I've never been there, you know? But the Jordana Mogollon disappeared inexplicably like the Anasazi, and the oldest rock paintings date back to 1400 AD. It could be worth checking out."
Jack froze when Daniel launched into his tirade. As he winds down, Jack seeks Carter over Daniel's pensive head. Her eyes are fathomless and unnaturally bright. She smiles quickly and bends to kiss a startled Daniel on the cheek. Teal'c is showing teeth.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel (sort of, but not really [says the author, and I agree])
Category: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Janet Fraiser, AU, episode related, ascesion/descension, team
Warning: nudity, masturbation
Author on LJ
samdonneAuthor's Website: Butchered Art
Link: System of a Down
Why This Must Be Read:
The show dealt with Daniel's Descension fairly quickly, easily, and neatly compared to what could have happened. In "System of a Down"
samdonne plays with those possibilities left unexplored. Her Daniel Jackson returns with no memories to a body he no longer knows how to inhabit. Through Jack's eyes we watch Daniel slowly re-learn how to be corporeal - how to deal with light and sound and smells, with air currents and fabric against his skin, and how to speak and think and self-identify.The narrative, told backwards through time, completely sucks you in and, in addition to the great exploration of Daniel and the friendship between Jack and Daniel, there is a wonderful team feel to the piece - both the team that is SG-1 and the larger team that is SGC.
In terms of pairings/warnings above, this fic is difficult to categorize. There is a semi-explicit scene between Jack and Daniel of a sexual nature, but it does not have the feel of true ship. It's difficult to explain, but I do think gen-only readers would get a lot out of this story (whether or not they skim past that one scene). It really is worth the read.
It's the desert or as close as they'll get to it. It always begins in a desert.
They take the truck, all four of them, and they drive. Jack drives. Teal'c slouches, as much as Teal'c can ever slouch, in the passenger seat. Daniel and Carter lean against each other in the back like a pair of bookends, a conspiracy of soft, fair-headed twins. The mood in the car is airy, as comforting as a much-loved throw pillow. Jonas declined to come along, pleading overwork.
Jack looked for something to say before they got into the car at the SGC. He pointed to the right of his truck and told Daniel, "That's your parking space." Daniel grinned and Jack took it in stride. If no one reminded him that he had rarely smiled, Jack thought, Daniel would smile more, wouldn't remember to be disgusted at his life or unsatisfied anymore.
"I don't think I'll ever remember much of it. I don't think I'm supposed to," Daniel is saying softly, talking to Carter like he's confessing an old fondness for leather and chains. What Daniel means is that he won't stop trying.
They stay the night in Santa Fe. They pore over the map after dinner and decide to forgo the well-traveled US285 in favor of state routes and farm roads. They get up at dawn, pull into Roswell at lunchtime the next day and stop at the original Crash Down cafe on First.
Daniel hops out of the truck, tugging at the sleeves of his linen shirt. Carter took him on a Pretty Woman spree one afternoon in Colorado Springs and exploded a GQ magazine in his closet.
Their waitress isn't immune to the tight jean-clad ass of Daniel Jackson version 3.0, and Carter fumbles with the menu like she has claws instead of nails. She is trapped between pride at her handiwork and protectiveness kicked into overdrive by a resurrected Daniel. Jack can relate--he's rather proud of his handiwork too.
Stuffed on Saturn burgers and Saucer pie, they take to the road again. After a brief detour by the International UFO Museum ("Thor looks just like that," someone tells Daniel), they head off into the desert on dirt tracks. In the middle of a flat empty nowhere, they break off and make camp.
Teal'c clears a patch of scrub and dry grass to light a fire, while Jack busies himself with the coffee pot. Carter and Daniel walk around them in excentric circles, cataloguing plants and stones as they go.("Recognize this one, Daniel? It's a Lee Pincushion.") Teal'c joins them later for a game of Spot The Chihuahua.
"Didn't the Mogollon live here?" Carter asks no one in particular while Jack scouts the area for rattlesnakes.
Daniel pulls himself away from a private moment with a cup of Robusta. "That's Southwest New Mexico, Sam, the Three Rivers Petroglyphs site in the northern Chihuahuan desert. I've never been there, you know? But the Jordana Mogollon disappeared inexplicably like the Anasazi, and the oldest rock paintings date back to 1400 AD. It could be worth checking out."
Jack froze when Daniel launched into his tirade. As he winds down, Jack seeks Carter over Daniel's pensive head. Her eyes are fathomless and unnaturally bright. She smiles quickly and bends to kiss a startled Daniel on the cheek. Teal'c is showing teeth.
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