Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Pairing: Jack/Daniel (also mention of Daniel/Cameron, Jack/Sam UST)
Category: slash, drama, angst
Warnings: slash, non-monogamy
Author on LJ:
synecdochic
Author's Website: different colors made of tears
Link: Grace Notes
Why This Must Be Read:
This is part of
synecdochic's Eurydiceverse, but it stands on its own just fine.
All you need to know about the E'verse that it's the series of stories in which the members of SG-1 are all as fucked up as they should realistically be, given their canonical traumas, and sex is comfort and tool and language and connection and arena and weapon.
And in the middle of it, there's this gorgeous, poetic, scalpel-sharp reflection on pain and benediction and grace.
I saved this for my last rec because it's become something of a touchstone for me when I'm trying to write about Jack: this is essence-of-Jack, distilled like a liqueur.
Love is a complicated word. Jack loved Sara, and it ended badly. Loves Carter, in the way he shouldn't. Loves Teal'c, in the way that's everything to do with standing back to back against the world. Loves Daniel, because he can't not.
He hasn't ever touched Carter, because what she'd want (what she'd wanted, once upon a time) is something he can't give, and he knows it wouldn't be fair. Hasn't ever touched Teal'c, because it's not like that at all. Hasn't ever been able to not touch Daniel, even when they've both known they shouldn't, because there's something in Daniel that cries out to be touched so loudly Jack's always surprised he seems to be the only one who can see it.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel (also mention of Daniel/Cameron, Jack/Sam UST)
Category: slash, drama, angst
Warnings: slash, non-monogamy
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: different colors made of tears
Link: Grace Notes
Why This Must Be Read:
This is part of
All you need to know about the E'verse that it's the series of stories in which the members of SG-1 are all as fucked up as they should realistically be, given their canonical traumas, and sex is comfort and tool and language and connection and arena and weapon.
And in the middle of it, there's this gorgeous, poetic, scalpel-sharp reflection on pain and benediction and grace.
I saved this for my last rec because it's become something of a touchstone for me when I'm trying to write about Jack: this is essence-of-Jack, distilled like a liqueur.
Love is a complicated word. Jack loved Sara, and it ended badly. Loves Carter, in the way he shouldn't. Loves Teal'c, in the way that's everything to do with standing back to back against the world. Loves Daniel, because he can't not.
He hasn't ever touched Carter, because what she'd want (what she'd wanted, once upon a time) is something he can't give, and he knows it wouldn't be fair. Hasn't ever touched Teal'c, because it's not like that at all. Hasn't ever been able to not touch Daniel, even when they've both known they shouldn't, because there's something in Daniel that cries out to be touched so loudly Jack's always surprised he seems to be the only one who can see it.