sid: (J/D in these dreams)
sid ([personal profile] sid) wrote2009-06-17 04:09 pm

'I've Loved You So', J/D, NC-17, Dreamverse final chapter

Thank you to [personal profile] princessofgeeks  and [personal profile] tejas for pom-poms and beta duties. You've both been great throughout this journey and I love you, omg!. :-)

Thank you to all the readers who have stuck with this and given great feedback (or not, because lurkers are nice people, too. *g*)... and welcome to (I hope!) all the new readers who just don't do WIPs.

Chapter One

Chapter Seven


I've Loved You So

“Bjorn,” Daniel said again. “Oh, God.”

 

“Oh, God,” Jack agreed quietly.

 

Daniel set his back against the front door and slid down it until he was sitting on the floor. “I forgot him completely.” His voice was soft and sad.

 

“Not your fault,” Jack said.

 

“No.” Daniel sighed. “Still. God, I feel like a murderer.” He drew his knees up and laid his arms atop them and lowered his face, burying it.

 

Jack fidgeted. The taste of Daniel was still on his lips; his body felt alive and eager. It hadn’t quite gotten the message yet that things had gone back to the way they’d always been. Only thing changed was that Jack had about two minutes now that were worth remembering.

 

Even if Daniel was probably already trying to forget them. His loss. Jack would hang onto them, relive them….

 

Daniel raised his head and leaned it back against the door. Jack couldn’t see his expression, just the glimmer of his eyes. “I’m sorry, Jack.”

 

“Oh, what for?” Jack mumbled, an unwelcome wave of bitterness rising within him. He didn’t want to have to listen to this.

 

“Not for kissing you. That was so nice.” Daniel sounded… wistful.

 

Jack blinked.

 

“I was confused – you were right about that, obviously. The things I remembered and the things I didn’t remember… wow. I’m gonna need some time. I don’t know how much. Time to remember. To think things through.”

 

Jack took a few steps, until he was towering over Daniel. “What the hell are you talking about?”

 

Daniel tilted his head to look up at him. “I’ll probably dream about Bjorn tonight. It, it seems to work that way, a lot. I’ll remember, or start to remember someone, something, and then I’ll dream.” He looked down. “I’ll know more in the morning.” He ran his thumb and forefinger along the side seam of his slacks.

 

“Okay,” Jack said slowly. “And what’s the apology for?”

 

“For making you wait,” Daniel said, sounding surprised.

 

“Wait for what?”

 

“For… for I don’t know what, Jack. Didn’t I just say I’d know more in the morning?”

 

“That was snippy,” Jack admonished lightly. “Just trying to get some kind of clue about what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.”

 

“Yeah. Um.” Daniel patted the floor beside him. “Join me for a minute?”

 

Jack flipped a mental coin. It came up tails. So he lowered himself down beside Daniel before he complained that there were more comfortable places to hold enigmatic conversations. The nudge from Daniel’s elbow was gentle, so Jack’s “ow” was strictly a formality.

 

“Listen, Jack. I obviously made a mistake tonight. Jumped to a conclusion. I thought I’d solved a puzzle.” Daniel snorted. “I had no idea how many pieces were still missing.”

 

“I understand,” Jack said.

 

“Two big ones, really. I think. I’m probably still theorizing ahead of my data, here.”

 

“So wait until morning, then.” Jack leaned on his right hand and bent his left knee to give it a rub.

 

“No, listen, Jack. I want to say this now.”

 

“Talk to me.”

 

“I need to figure out what my feelings for Bjorn were. And are, although that doesn’t matter so much. I’m assuming he thinks I’m dead?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“So that’s a closed avenue, no matter what. After what I put him through already.” Daniel nodded to himself. “I’m going to have to make sure I don’t run into him anywhere. I can’t even imagine what that would do to him, if he saw me. I’m just glad that I don’t need to keep a low profile in general, since no announcement of my death was ever made, right? There’s just Bjorn to avoid?”

 

“No, actually, you don’t have to avoid him. He moved back to Denmark.”

 

“He did?” Daniel was silent for a minute. “He really missed his family,” he said finally, fondly.

 

“Yeah,” Jack said, thinking about his dinners with Bjorn and the way they’d both talked about their families. His lips curved in a smile that he supposed could probably be called fond without pissing him off.

 

“The other thing.” Daniel laid his hand lightly atop Jack’s. “The other big thing.”

 

Jack’s hand started tingling. “Yeah?”

 

“I wasn’t completely wrong tonight. I had some of it right.”

 

“How so?” Jack croaked.

 

Daniel’s hand squeezed his. “I was right about how you felt about me. And I remembered how I felt about you, and that makes how I’ve been feeling make a lot more sense, now. Because I’ve been drawn to you ever since I came home, but I had no context for what I was feeling. And, you know, really no time to think about it very much.”

 

Jack turned his head and found that Daniel was looking at him, too, although both of their expressions were obscured by shadows. Jack’s heart thudded.

 

“So the other big thing I need time to learn about and think about? Is why I’ve apparently changed my mind.”

 

“Changed?”

 

“Because I think I’ve been in love with you for years.”

 

Jack let that soak in for a second. “But now?”

 

“But now? Now I wonder what suddenly makes it seem like a really good idea.”

 

The tingle that had started in Jack’s hand abruptly shot clear down to his toes.

 

“Haven’t you got anything to say?” Daniel asked, sounding a little uncertain.

 

“Just this,” Jack breathed, pulling his hand out from under Daniel’s and sliding it between Daniel and the door, and up to grasp his far shoulder for a bit of leverage as he twisted onto his hip and brought his other hand over to cup Daniel’s face. “Just this.” He brought their mouths together and poured all his heart and soul into his kiss.

 

It was their first kiss, after all; their second first kiss, because Daniel hadn’t realized that the first one was their first one.

 

It totally counted as a first kiss.

 

And it was the best first kiss yet. Until Daniel pulled away, all too soon. But even then Daniel’s thumb stroked Jack’s lips while Daniel breathed heavily and Jack tried to synchronize his own heavy breathing with Daniel’s and to ignore the fact that his right leg was falling asleep. He tried to shift his weight to alleviate the pressure, and couldn’t help wincing. Daniel’s thumb registered it, of course.

 

Daniel laughed at him. “There are more comfortable places for this kind of thing, too. And, no, that’s not an invitation.”

 

“Because then you’d be spending the night dreaming about me.” Jack nipped at Daniel’s thumb. “I guarantee it.”

 

Daniel hesitated, and his tone was serious when he said, “I had to tell you. But, like I said, this is going to take some time. I don’t know how long. And I don’t have any guarantees to offer you.”

 

The floor felt a lot harder as Jack’s bright vision of the future wavered and faded. He let Daniel go and worked his way slowly to his feet. 

 

“Hello, reality?” Daniel said softly.

 

“Yeah.” Jack stuck out a hand to help Daniel up. Daniel took it and Jack pulled. Daniel put a hand on Jack’s chest to stop his forward momentum, and Jack covered it with his. “I’ll wait. You’ve given me something to wait for, at least. No pressure.”

 

Daniel snorted.

 

Jack let go of his hand and touched his face. “No pressure,” he repeated, and then stepped away to pick up the sacks of groceries he’d abandoned earlier. “I’ll get this stuff put away. You should probably head off to bed. You’ve got a lot of dreaming to do.” He didn’t look back as he started across the dining room to the kitchen.

 

~~~~

 

Daniel moved out the next day, back to the Mountain. “Time and space,” he said over his cornflakes. “I’ll think more clearly away from here.”

 

“Tryin’ hard here not to read anything into that,” Jack commented in a low voice, through a throat that suddenly ached from tightness.

 

Daniel looked across the table at him for a long time. “You should only read good things into that,” he finally said, turning his attention back to his cereal bowl.

 

Jack found himself smiling fatuously at the Kellogg’s rooster.

 

~~~~

 

Time doesn’t fly when you’re not having fun.

 

Daniel’s required time for thinking and remembering expanded until approximately an eon had passed since breakfast at Jack’s kitchen table. The calendar said it had been less than a week, but Jack wasn’t buying that lie. Who was he going to believe – some piece of paper, or the bags under his eyes? Daniel looked well-rested, at least, so hopefully he was dreaming his way into Jack’s waiting arms, however gradually. He was well out of reach at the moment, though, and Jack sensed pining in his immediate future if things didn’t start looking up. 

 

And then the space between them collapsed down into a singularity as Daniel literally collapsed into Jack’s arms one morning in Hammond’s office.

 

He was remembering dying.

 

Which turned out to hold the last pieces of the puzzle for him.

 

~~~~

 

“I put everything else first, ahead of what I wanted, dreamed of. The program, what would happen if we were found out, what would happen to you, to your career, the disgrace. We’d even be putting Earth at risk.” Daniel shook his head. “Guess I had a pretty inflated idea of my own importance in that respect, huh?”

 

“At least you understood how vital I was,” Jack joked weakly, uncertain how to deal with Daniel in this kind of mood, uncertain of where all this was going.  He shifted uncomfortably on the couch.  Daniel was never one to rush to the punchline when he could draw a story out, and he wasn’t looking especially happy, now or when he’d turned up on Jack’s doorstep ten minutes ago.

 

Daniel glared at him briefly. “That’s part of the problem, actually. I let you mean too much to me. I let myself….” He looked down at his lap, at his hands, at his thumb rubbing across his knuckles. “I fell for you while Sha’re was still out there, alive. Mentally, emotionally, I was unfaithful to my wife, all the time she was suffering….”

 

“Daniel.”

 

Daniel squinted at Jack, eyes moist. “That left kind of a bad taste in my mouth, you know?”

 

“Sure,” Jack admitted. “I can understand that.”

 

“I told you it could never work between us, that we’d wind up killing each other. I believed that. I had to, to convince you. To convince myself. I believed all of it.”

 

“And there was Bjorn,” Jack added.

 

Daniel smiled reminiscently. “I’m really glad you got to know him, Jack. You know what a good person he is, what a pleasure just being in the same room with him can be.”

 

“I know just how much he loved you, too.”

 

Daniel sniffed and nodded. “I could never love him the same way.” He smiled. “But I sure gave it a good try. He was happy to be with me and I wasn’t looking for anyone else.  So I loved him as much as I could, and I made him as happy as I could.” He sniffed again. “He deserved a lot better. I should have given him the chance to find someone who could really give him their whole heart.”

 

“I’m sure he’d disagree with that.”

 

“Well. Probably. Anyway, maybe he’ll have that chance now.” Daniel looked away. “I really want that for him,” he said with sudden ferocity.

 

“Sure,” Jack said inadequately.

 

Daniel looked back and smiled shakily. “Anyway.”

 

“Anyway,” Jack prompted.

 

“Anyway, everything changed when I was dying. All the things that I told myself, all the excuses… they just went away. Dissolved. It was the end and I’d… I’d cheated us both. I’d left you with nothing to remember and cheated us both out of a chance at happiness, even if it was only temporary. And I finally realized why I’d done it. My real reason.”

 

Jack tilted his head and started to form the question on his lips.

 

“I was afraid. I was cowering in fear and doing everything I could to avoid what I was most afraid of.”

 

The word tumbled from Jack’s lips this time. “What?”

 

“Every time we went through the Stargate, there was a chance that one of us wasn’t coming back. And I was terrified that it would be you.” Daniel closed his eyes. “And that I’d be left behind.”

 

“Again,” Jack said after a few seconds. “Again. I get it.”

 

“Childhood trauma has a way of sticking around, I guess.” Daniel smiled sadly and opened his eyes. “Just far enough under the surface to fool you.”

 

Jack wanted to wrap his arms around Daniel and he tried to show that with his eyes. From the change in Daniel’s smile he was pretty sure his message had gotten across.

 

“So what it all boiled down to in the end was that I was the one going and you were the one being left behind, and I realized how wrong I’d been about everything and how I’d managed to screw up three lives and that it was too late to do anything about it.”

 

“You said you’d made a mistake,” Jack remembered. “Then you said Bjorn’s name.”

 

“Did I? I must have been pretty far gone by then. I don’t really remember that.”

 

“I thought you were sorry you hadn’t let me bring him to you.”

 

“God, no. I would never have tortured him that way.” Daniel looked horrified.

 

“Do you think you were trying to tell me? What you’d realized?”

 

Daniel shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. I’d pretty much decided it would only hurt you more to hear it like that. I suppose I must have been talking to Oma.”

 

Jack grimaced.

 

“Do you want me to promise not to do that anymore, Jack?”

 

“Please. I implore you.” Jack tried to make it sound light, but he knew Daniel could tell how much he meant it.

 

“I’ll promise to do my best.” Daniel raised his shoulders in a minute shrug.

 

“I’ll take it.”

 

Daniel smiled at him.

 

“So,” Jack said.

 

“So.”

 

“Sounds to me like we’re doing this thing.”

 

“Does it?” Daniel’s eyebrows lifted high and scrunched together.

 

“No more time.” Jack shifted across the couch and pressed his body against Daniel’s. “No more space.”

 

“You sure, Jack? Are you really, really sure you want to get involved with a basket case like me?”

 

“Try and stop me.”

 

Finally, Daniel looked happy.

 

~~~~

 

Daniel had a sensitive spot behind his ear. All Jack had to do was brush his lips against it to make Daniel shudder.

 

Daniel had soft, soft skin behind his knees. Jack’s hands had never seemed so rough to him as he stroked there repeatedly, captivated.

 

Daniel’s testicles were different sizes, and both could endure only the lightest of touches until he was fully aroused. Jack tried to make his lips as soft as possible when he kissed them.

 

Daniel’s nipples begged to be sucked. Daniel sighed when Jack responded and gasped when Jack’s teeth scraped the tiny erect buds, slowly, over and over.

 

Daniel’s cock fit into Jack’s hand perfectly. Daniel said so, his voice unsteady.

 

Daniel’s hands were tender as they explored Jack’s body with care and curiosity. His mouth asked questions, whispered passion, catalogued Daniel’s observations aloud. Jack hadn’t known himself capable of blushing so much. Or moaning as loudly as he moaned when Daniel’s tongue slid into his mouth. He hadn’t known that Daniel’s weight pressing him into the mattress would be such heaven. He hadn’t known he could be this excited without feeling any sense of urgency.

 

He hadn’t known it would be like this. He’d only dreamed.

 

“What do you want, Jack? What have you dreamed of the most? Tell me.” Daniel kissed his way up Jack’s chest.

 

“You want me to choose? Right now?” Maybe he was still dreaming. He stroked Daniel’s back, which felt real enough – strong and warm against his palms and fingertips.

 

“We have to start somewhere,” Daniel murmured against Jack’s jaw.

 

Jack knew the answer, knew it immediately the question was asked, but he took a moment to pretend to think it over anyway. Daniel was licking his neck and rubbing a nipple, and Jack didn’t see any reason to rush from delightful foreplay to actual sex without taking another few seconds to enjoy those sensations.

 

And then, suddenly, the words didn’t want to come out.

 

Daniel raised his head and looked down at Jack, examining his face, staring into his eyes. “I’m guessing you want to fuck me.”

 

Jack relaxed and nodded. “Yeah.”

 

“Yeah. Good. Because I was hoping you were going to say that.”

 

“Yeah?” Jack slid his hands down to cup Daniel’s ass.

 

Daniel nodded, grinning, eyes sparkling. “Have you got what we need?”

 

Jack gestured at the night table. “Condoms and lube in the drawer.” He’d shopped right after Daniel had moved out, as though he could bring this day about just by using his American Express card.

 

Daniel crawled off Jack and reached for the drawer.

 

Jack scooted himself to the other edge of the bed, making room for Daniel to…. “Hey.”

 

“How are we going to do this?” Daniel replied.

 

“Yeah.” Jack patted Daniel’s knee. “Guess I’ll leave that up to you.”

 

Daniel handed Jack the lube and started to tear open the condom packet. “It’ll probably be easiest if I lie on my stomach this time. Technically, you know, it’s sort of my first time.”

 

“What? Oh. Yeah, I suppose it is.” Jack hadn’t looked at it that way, even as he’d noticed the lack of an appendectomy scar. He wasn’t sure he wanted to look at it that way. Kinda ramped up the pressure on him, didn’t it?

 

“Only technically.” Daniel rolled the condom down over Jack’s cock, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he concentrated. Satisfied, he leaned in to give Jack a kiss. “But don’t worry; I remember how it works.”

 

“You’re freaking me out,” Jack complained.

 

“Oh, come on, Jack! You get the best of both worlds.” Daniel arranged himself on his stomach and turned his head towards Jack. “Tight as a virgin, but without any of those awkward first time nerves.” His voice had turned husky.

 

“I’ve got enough for both of us,” Jack muttered. “Thanks for sharing, though.”

 

“Are you confessing your virginity? Or just….”

 

“Just,” Jack clarified. “You, me, first time.”

 

“First of many.” Daniel turned his face to the mattress, taking a deep breath. “Go slow.”

 

Go slow.

 

Daniel’s ass was perfection. The visual line from the dip in his spine to the swell of his cheeks was breathtaking, and the bulge of his balls where his legs parted made Jack’s cock give a little jerk. His anus was tight and pink when Jack pushed his cheeks apart. The musky aroma of his cleft was enticing and Jack swooped down for a taste, teasing at the wrinkled entrance with his tongue’s tip.

 

Daniel swore and clutched at the sheets.

 

Jack wriggled his way in, just an inch, then in and out, flickering.

 

Daniel heaved his ass up for more and Jack obliged. Daniel shook.

 

“Nice,” Jack commented, lifting up. “You like that.”

 

“I’m going to like everything you do.” Daniel sounded dazed.

 

“Cool. Then you’ll like my fingers.” Jack stroked lube around and into Daniel’s hole.

 

Daniel did like Jack’s fingers. One, two, three of them, and then he started over. Go slow. He didn’t go looking for Daniel’s prostate, although he obviously brushed against it a couple of times, based on Daniel’s twitching and vocal reaction. Jack worked up to three fingers four times, and Daniel’s loosened opening stayed open for him when he withdrew his hand the last time.

 

Daniel sounded like he was praying.

 

Jack slathered lube onto the condom and shuffled between Daniel’s legs, which slid wider at the first contact of cock against anus. Jack paused for a second, just a second, because it suddenly seemed like a good time to say it. “I love you.”

 

Daniel whimpered.

 

Jack pressed slowly in. How many times had he jerked off fantasizing about this moment? His imagination had let him down. He’d never fantasized anything this hot and tight and alive. “You okay?”

 

Daniel was gasping for air. He gave Jack a thumbs up.

 

Jack patted Daniel’s back and then rocked and rotated his hips, settling in, getting comfortable, enjoying the snug feel of Daniel’s passage as it clenched and loosened around him. Go slow. He pulled back, halfway out, and pushed back in. He and Daniel both grunted. He did that a dozen more times before pulling back farther, poising there for a second, and sinking down all the way in.

 

“Fuck,” Daniel said, voice trembling. “More.”

 

Jack gave him more, more of the same, stopped pausing at the top and started just plunging back in.

 

Go slow. How could Jack possibly do anything other than go slow when he wanted this to last forever? He’d never loved a man before.  Sex with guys had always been a hurry-up, bang bang affair. Sex with his wife had rarely been at this slow pace, at least for this long of a time. Middle-age had a few things going for it. Jack could keep this up for a while, maybe until Daniel was close to the edge….

 

Daniel cried out and was over the edge before Jack could fully comprehend what was happening, his hips bucking as wildly as they could under Jack’s weight and his head arching up off the bed. “Ngghh!”

 

“Daniel,” Jack whispered.

 

“Ja-Ja-Ja… Jack!”

 

“God.”

 

Daniel cried out once more and collapsed. Sobbed once. Groaned. Clenched around Jack’s cock and gave it what felt like a deliberate squeeze.

 

The virtues of middle-age disappeared and Jack was as anxious to pop his cork as any teenage boy. Embarrassingly filthy things poured out of his mouth and Daniel’s entire body shuddered, possibly with laughter but there was no time to think about that now. No more going slow, only Jack’s driving need to bury his seed deep inside Daniel, to come inside him for the first time, the first of many, Daniel had said so, there would be more of this, years of this, Daniel loved him….

 

A shout was torn from his body as he came.

 

“Yeah, come on, Jack. Come.”

 

“Uhhh.” Another shot fired. White-out. 

 

Daniel’s back was warm and sweaty. Their hearts were knocking against each other. One of them was trembling; Jack couldn’t tell who. His language center seemed to be offline, but then Daniel wasn’t saying anything either. They appeared to be holding hands, although Jack couldn’t remember when that happened. The mingled scents of musk, sweat and lube filled the air. His cock was softening inside Daniel’s body.

 

Jack thought he could get used to this.

 

He dozed.

 

“Jack. Jack.”

 

He lifted his head. “Huh?”

 

“I love you, but you’re getting heavy.”

 

Jack let the words soak in for a minute, rubbing his nose against Daniel’s shoulder. “Okay.” He lifted himself away, snagging the condom before it could make a mess. He rolled to his feet and shuffled off to the bathroom to dispose of it and to clean himself up.

 

Daniel appeared in the doorway, scratching at the streaks of dried come on his belly. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

 

“Okay.” Jack couldn’t help smiling sappily.

 

Daniel gave him a tired grin and a quick, sloppy kiss. “Think you could change the sheets?”

 

“Oh, I see now how this is going to be.”

 

Daniel turned on the shower and stepped in, sticking out his tongue just before closing the curtain.

 

Jack had never, ever, in his life felt happier while changing a bed.

 

But of course that couldn’t begin to match the happiness he felt a short time later, lying on the clean sheets, holding a clean Daniel, who had curled around Jack and rested his head on his chest like it had always belonged there.

 

“You know,” Daniel said sleepily, “Bjorn told me once, that night he broke up with me… after he met you?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“He told me that if he went back to Denmark I’d miss him for a little while and then I’d move on.” Daniel yawned and stroked Jack’s stomach. “But that if you moved to Minnesota or anywhere else, the very core of my life would be cut out.”

 

Jack stretched to kiss Daniel’s forehead.

 

“He was right, of course,” Daniel murmured. “I should have listened to him.”

 

“He’s one smart fella,” Jack said, smiling at the ceiling.

 

~~~~

 

Four months had passed.

 

They were both still alive. Jack would never tire of pointing that out to Daniel, either.

 

The reality was turning out to be even better than the dream. Christmas was coming, but Jack felt he’d already received his gift. Not that he was going to object to a nice bottle of Irish whiskey, or season tickets to the Avalanche, or… well, he wasn’t going to object to anything, really. Life was damn good, on those occasions when he wasn’t actively running for it.

 

Garlic bread was heating in the oven and Daniel was at the stove, stirring a pot of soup. Canned, but hey. At least Daniel added seasonings instead of just dumping the contents into a pot and heating. Sometimes the seasonings were a little weird, true, but Jack wasn’t about to complain.

 

Jack was at the little table in the corner of the kitchen, tackling three days worth of accumulated mail. Junk. Bills. Season’s Greetings, which was also sometimes junk or bills.

 

The stamp caught his eye first. Then the postmark. Then the return address. He looked up at Daniel’s back before wielding the letter opener.

 

A card with snow-covered fields and a horse-drawn carriage and a light in the steeple of a distant church on the front. A photograph tucked away inside. Jack looked at the photo for a long minute and then read the card.

 

Jack,

 

Best wishes for a Merry Christmas coming your way

from across the ocean.

All is merry and bright here.

I wish also that the New Year will bring you all the

happiness you so richly deserve.

 

Yours,

Bjorn

 

Jack turned the photo over and smiled at what he found there. “Daniel.”

 

Daniel turned towards him, wiping his hands on a towel, and came over, eyebrows elevated inquisitively.

 

Jack handed him the photo, face up.

 

Daniel gazed at it. His lips parted.

 

“Read the back,” Jack said softly.

 

Jack,

 

This is Niels.

 

I think he’s teaching me to love again.

 

Daniel turned the photo back over. He smiled, blinking rapidly, and stroked it with a gentle fingertip.

 

Bjorn was standing in front of a Christmas tree with his arm around a tall, slender man with a high forehead and very blond hair. They were beaming at the camera.

 

Their sweaters matched.


sarkka: midsummer bonfire that looks like a feenix (Default)

[personal profile] sarkka 2009-06-17 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfection. Pure perfection =)
princessofgeeks: (Daniel Dark by hsapiens)

[personal profile] princessofgeeks 2009-06-18 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
i. love. this. i look forward to reading the whole thing from the beginning.

well done. you rock.
paian: Daniel and Jack in bed, caption 'contentment' (jd contentment by claritylore)

Dreamverse conclusion

[personal profile] paian 2009-06-18 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, beautiful! I love the ending so much -- happy Bjorn makes me happy, and is icing on the happiness cake of Jack and Daniel. The brief section that ends with Daniel remembering dying is powerful. Love how you tied everything up, and let them go back and verbalize all the reasons for the way things developed the way they did, before and after Bjorn and even during 'Meridian.' The pacing feels just right, and the sex is way hot of course, and man that last section is sweet. Hooray for an installment fic well completed!
paian: Daniel giving a thumbs-up, caption 'whoo!' (whoo by littlekfru)

Re: Dreamverse conclusion

[personal profile] paian 2009-06-18 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It's good to have a stick with a carrot on the end! Or a happy ending on the end, to be less phallic about it. Especially when you're resistant to finishing because then it will be over. You triumphed!

Ha, I'll see your paltry thing and raise you a ridiculously protracted thing. *g* In other words, not paltry at all! You handled the length and pacing perfectly, the way Princess did with 'Memphis,' another fic that developed into a series and ended really satisfyingly (and I think is a different length yet again). It's all about what suits the fic -- which is tricky to gauge when you're writing in the window! -- and this one came out just right. And you finished you finished you finished. Wheeeee! And ::hugs::.
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[personal profile] perfica 2009-06-18 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Damn it! I've got crazy hours at work and a stupid, stupid cold that won't let me focus. I'm bookmarking this so I can hopefully read it on the weekend. I can't wait to see how it ends!
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[personal profile] antares_dw 2009-06-18 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfect ending! I think it's wonderful that we have this card from Bjorn with his new lover - that will make Daniel very happy. *g*

“Tight as a virgin, but without any of those awkward first time nerves". *lol* But I like it that Jack is nervous for the two of them.

Thanks for this lovely story with the happy ending!
starglyph: sepia montage of Jack and Daniel (I will go down with this ship)

[personal profile] starglyph 2009-06-19 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
“Sheets?” Jack’s brain muzzily tried to interpret. “I don’t know; three to the wind?”

:D So. Them. You so win at J/D banter; old news, but worth repeating.

I have to admire your ability, and courage, to post a WIP. Nice balance, great pacing, lovely rolling swells of hurting/healing and sad/happy, all the way up to the wonderful happy landing of the J/D dreamboat. :)

Daniel/OMC is not my thing. WIPs are so not my thing. But a happy J/D ending is my thing. And Sid, baby, you will always be my thing. *smishes*
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This was grand...

[personal profile] ripperspet 2009-06-19 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I stayed up (WAY too late... make that early, *grin*, into the wee hours of the morning) and read the whole thing, in one sitting. It was that good.
And, the ending was just grand... really.
The whole thing had just the right 'tone' to it... nice ups and downs. And, y'know... I liked Bjorn, too. Couldn't help but like the guy. He was nice... just the kinda guy Daniel would try to fall in love with, to replace Jack. Never that it would work, of course, but you hit it... right on the mark.
Thanx for a great read. Like I said... grand, just grand. *grin*
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Re: This was grand...

[personal profile] ripperspet 2009-06-19 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
A lil' good FB in your mail is a great way to start the day... kinda like Wheaties or somethin'! *grin* Just starts the day off right! *giggles*
Well deserved... :)
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[personal profile] writinginct 2009-06-20 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
This was just beautiful from start to finish. *VBG*
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[personal profile] perfica 2009-06-22 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw, I love Bjorn and his matching sweaters. I'm glad everything worked out for him as well as our guys.

Yay for the fic! Will you be uploading it as one file to Area 52 or someplace else?

[identity profile] charmedstrange1.livejournal.com 2009-10-25 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, honey. This is just beautiful. I'm all teary now, with that ending.

I've just now gotten to read the last two parts of this awesome story, and I had to re-read the whole thing so I could get the whole experience. It's just beautiful as I remembered, and I'm awed at how deftly you covered such a huge part of their story in so little space. Truly amazing, dear, and I have to tell you, though we all started out throwing potatoes at Bjorn, now I'm crying for him. How do you do that?

Awesome, amazing, brilliant job. *loves*