On the Mortal Side by Tripoli (R)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Category: SG-1, slash, Daniel/Jack, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, AU, episode related, established relationship, hurt/comfort
Warning: Character death, general ouchiness
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tripoli8
Author's Website: Sign of the Times (down at the moment)
Link: On the Mortal Side
Why This Must Be Read:
With impressive inventiveness and economy, Tripoli establishes an AU in which the recognizable events of a series of episodes occurred a few degrees off register from canon, and Daniel was the one captured and tortured by Baal. This is the aftermath: a haunting portrait of devotion through the grinding mundanity of domestic life with someone precious who is broken beyond repair.
1700 words, written for the 2004 Jack/Daniel Ficathon, which produced a lot of other wonderful fics.
Excerpt:
Jack keeps him going on small things; dead languages and hiking trips out at Mesa Verde. His back is smooth and hard as coral shell, and at night Jack works the knots out of the muscles, letting his fingers drift down his ribs to let him know it’s not out of pity.
"That feels good," Daniel said, once. "Where'd you learn that?"
"Boy Scouts," Jack told him, deadpan. "You shoulda been there when I earned my sodomy badge. Half the den couldn't walk the next morning."
Daniel said, “Dirty old man,” but there was no tone behind it. It was just as well the conversation ended there. Jack learned the art of fantastic backrubs from a lieutenant somewhere in Syria, sore from a night of careening their bodies from desert to moon. The art of obscene Boy Scout jokes is all his own.
Today, though, Daniel isn’t in the mood for talking, and after lunch won’t even let Jack touch him. Jack has learned to just steer him into bed and pull a book off the shelf—Latin, usually, so he can understand enough of it to get the inflections right. When Daniel is himself, he likes Catullus, so Jack finds a middle page and begins to read aloud.
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Daniel has good days and bad days.
If you die enough times, you wind up a ghost. On bad days, Daniel won’t talk, won’t touch anything, and looks sideways at Jack like he’s an optical illusion that will be ruined if he’s seen head-on. Or he will talk, and that’s worse.
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Category: SG-1, slash, Daniel/Jack, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, AU, episode related, established relationship, hurt/comfort
Warning: Character death, general ouchiness
Author on LJ:
tripoli8Author's Website: Sign of the Times (down at the moment)
Link: On the Mortal Side
Why This Must Be Read:
With impressive inventiveness and economy, Tripoli establishes an AU in which the recognizable events of a series of episodes occurred a few degrees off register from canon, and Daniel was the one captured and tortured by Baal. This is the aftermath: a haunting portrait of devotion through the grinding mundanity of domestic life with someone precious who is broken beyond repair.
1700 words, written for the 2004 Jack/Daniel Ficathon, which produced a lot of other wonderful fics.
Excerpt:
Jack keeps him going on small things; dead languages and hiking trips out at Mesa Verde. His back is smooth and hard as coral shell, and at night Jack works the knots out of the muscles, letting his fingers drift down his ribs to let him know it’s not out of pity.
"That feels good," Daniel said, once. "Where'd you learn that?"
"Boy Scouts," Jack told him, deadpan. "You shoulda been there when I earned my sodomy badge. Half the den couldn't walk the next morning."
Daniel said, “Dirty old man,” but there was no tone behind it. It was just as well the conversation ended there. Jack learned the art of fantastic backrubs from a lieutenant somewhere in Syria, sore from a night of careening their bodies from desert to moon. The art of obscene Boy Scout jokes is all his own.
Today, though, Daniel isn’t in the mood for talking, and after lunch won’t even let Jack touch him. Jack has learned to just steer him into bed and pull a book off the shelf—Latin, usually, so he can understand enough of it to get the inflections right. When Daniel is himself, he likes Catullus, so Jack finds a middle page and begins to read aloud.
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Daniel has good days and bad days.
If you die enough times, you wind up a ghost. On bad days, Daniel won’t talk, won’t touch anything, and looks sideways at Jack like he’s an optical illusion that will be ruined if he’s seen head-on. Or he will talk, and that’s worse.
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Date: 2008-01-21 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-21 02:45 pm (UTC)a brilliant and agonizingly clever AU packed into such a short fic -- Yes!
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Date: 2008-01-25 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-27 07:41 pm (UTC)And hey, it happens, no biggie -- I thought I was being soooo good in exercising due diligence to make sure my recs hadn't yet been recced to the comm, and after posting I still found two of them in a Memoried category I hadn't thought to look in beforehand, and too far back for the daniel/jack tag to bring them up, and not found by the LJSeek search thingie for whatever reason. But they were recced in categories other than the one I recced them in, so I'm not kicking myself. Seems to me it's mainly about pointing people to things they'll like, and hopefully the double hit of 'Mortal Side' in the two categories will get the fic some extra action.
gmta, gmta. *g*