Drabbles





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A double drabble for Teand

Written in response to the LJ 'First Lines' meme

He couldn't stop himself from smiling. No, not smiling, it was more smirking, to be honest. Completely inappropriate in present circumstances, but he couldn't help it -- every time Jack thought of Daniel, lying spread-eagled like that, flat on his back, red faced and gasping --

"Colonel? Something you wish to share with us?"

"No Sir. Nothing Sir." Damn, one 'sir' too many: Hammond was starting to look suspicious. Jack hastily rearranged his expression and fixed his eyes on his hands, relaxing as he sensed Hammond's gaze shifting away from him.

He really couldn't help himself: the smirk lay in wait to hijack his face, tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glanced up briefly: from across the table, Daniel was looking daggers and Jack realised with an internal wince that Daniel knew exactly what he was thinking about. Damn it, now Daniel was going to give him hell when the briefing was over.

Right, that settled it. With the kind of snap field decision that his rep was founded on, Jack made up his mind. Next loop, he'd head Daniel off at the pass. It was starting to get old anyway, watching Siler dump him on his ass.



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The Possibility of Angels

Also for the LJ 'First Lines' meme. The line came from nostalgia_lj

There is no collective noun for angels. Jack, good Catholic boy of previous standing, knows this. In the past, flippantly enough, he'd been tempted to coin 'a pinhead of angels'. Father Monaghan wasn't amused. Later, he'd thought up 'a fantasy of angels': but that came from a dark time, when he couldn't believe in much of anything at all.

Recently though, he's considered 'a glow' - not that he imagines Oma an angel, far from it - although she did send Daniel back. And then he's laughed at himself because, really, Daniel can be a pain in anyone's ass.



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Little Ease

He rubbed his chafed wrists.

People fucked this way for many different reasons. Some for love, some for lust; some for security, some to break the tedium. Some because it excited them, others because it was expected of them.

Him? He did this mainly to stay sane, to blunt the force of nightmare fodder: daily stresses, bad decisions, pain he'd suffered, suffering he'd inflicted - things that required acknowledgement, atonement even, from the man, but were best ignored by the colonel. Penitence, absolution and attempted oblivion in one package. Sometimes it even worked.

And afterwards, if he cried, Daniel understood.



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