dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2005-10-27 18:23:00 |
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Stargate SG-1
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Title: For Now
Author: Komos (paian)
Genre: Slash, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Time
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC17
Warnings: alludes past torture
Spoilers: Set after Season 7, Episode 12 - Evolution Pt. 2
Notes: This is an incredible story.
Beautifully written, incredibly detailed and the characters are so well
drawn. Jack is the ex-BlackOps Colonel that I love to read
about. Professional, hard-edged, strong but capable of caring and
love - she's written him just the way I like him. The way he and
Daniel communicate with just a touch, a look, a lift of the eyebrow,
fingers on a racing pulse, and everything is clear to them. But
not just beautiful - damn is it hot, too!
If you haven't
read this, you really should. And don't be scared off by the fact
that she says it's the beginning of a longer fic. It's perfectly
complete as is. And once you've read it, you'll be glad she has
more in mind. You want to see more of these two. You miss
them when they're gone. Sign of a good fic, in my book.
The excerpt bellow gives us a glimpse of yet another side
of Komos, her humor, and her excellent ear, capturing everyone's voices
just as clearly as she does Jack's and Daniel's. In the scene
before this one, Jack has been taking out his anger on the innocent gym
equipment, since the men who tortured Daniel are dead, and beyond his
reach. Then Teal'c shows up and helps him get rid of his
aggressions.
Excerpt:
"Daniel half-woke to hear Janet's voice, Jack's, Teal'c's."
"What the hell happened to you?"
"Workout got a little rough."
"A workout?"
"We were sparring, Doctor Fraiser."
"Have you heard of boxing gloves? Have you heard of headgear?"
The rustle of gauze, the glug of antiseptic, the squish of a freezepack.
"Colonel O'Neill claims that such items are for pussies."
"Another sexist comment like that and I'll work you over myself."
"Wusses. I said wusses. You know Teal'c and English."
"Daniel Jackson would no doubt inform you that 'pussy' as a pejorative term
for the weak or cowardly derives from 'pussycat,' not a vulgar term for the
female anatomy or the female sex."
"Teal'c, you're scarin' me, buddy."
"Either way it's no excuse for this, Colonel."
"You gonna report it to Hammond?"
"Ordinarily this is the sort of behavior I'd be obligated to report to you,
sir. Do you know how much I hate it when you make me report you to yourself?"
"Ow! I'm getting a picture, Doc."
"If you wake up Doctor Jackson, I'll have both your asses in Hammond's office
first thing."
"Thanks, Doc."
"Thank the extra work SG-9 dumped in my lap. You'd have been at the duty
nurse's mercy otherwise, and I'd be in a bubblebath sipping mint tea and reading
a trashy novel right now."
"Stop right there, Major. I'm not wearing groin protection, either."
"Yes, I'm well aware of that, Colonel. Speaking of which, are there any
testicular ruptures I need to know about, or can we skip that part of the
exam?"
"I'm good. You good, Teal'c?"
"My genitalia is unharmed, O'Neill."
I rate this fic: This Is The Best Shit