Taking prompts, people

[sid]

After a completely wasted day, I feel the need to make certain that tomorrow is more productive.  So I'm going to take some prompts.  I'll take 4 each on LJ and DW.  Anything in the Stargate universe (except Stargate Universe!) is good.






Except Jack/Sam.

;-D

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[zvi]

Cam/Teal'c Apartment hunting.

[sid]

Oh, yay, I don't believe I've ever written this pairing before! Well, probably in a Five Things or two. Or more. LOL. I have icons - I must have written them more than I recall!

2BR, 1 1/2 bath, PG

[sid]

“I can see you in this one. Definitely. Nice sized kitchen, two big bedrooms….”

“I only require one.”

“So it’s a guest room, or an office. Workout room. Use your imagination.”

“I will attempt to do so.”

“You got your patio here. Great view. There’s ducks, man.”

“Indeed.”

“Get a couple of chairs, sit out there and watch the sun go down. Yeah, real nice.”

“I do not believe the sun sets in the eastern sky, Mitchell.”

“You know, we’re never gonna to find you a place if you insist on being so picky.”

“If memory serves, you are the one who consistently found fault with the other apartments. This apartment, of which you seem to be so fond, costs far more than the ones that were on my list. And the last two of those which we examined would have been more than adequate for my needs.”

“Your bank account is bursting at the seams, Teal’c. What are you saving it for anyway? Get yourself a really nice place, with some room to spread out.”

“I am unaccustomed to ‘spreading out’.”

“You’ve been cooped up under that mountain too long, that’s all. You’ll….”

“I do not believe that I would. I would ‘rattle around’, as you say.”

“Well, not if you had a roommate.”

“A roommate.”

“Yep.”

“May I inquire if you are anticipating moving into this apartment with me, Mitchell?”

“Well, now, that depends.”

“There would no longer be a guest room/office/workout room, were you to do so.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I’m sure the two of us could figure something out.”

“Indeed?”

“Like I said. Just use your imagination.”

“I am doing so.”

“And? Is anything coming to mind?”

“Several things. Very pleasurable things.”

“Cool! I’ve got me some ideas, too.”

“Then there is only one question that remains. It weighs heavily on my mind.”

“What is it?”

“It is a question of the utmost importance, Mitchell.”

“I’ll answer it as honestly as I can. You know that, right? Talk to me.”

“Against which wall are we to place our big screen television?”

[theemdash]

Jack/Daniel/Cameron. "Aren't you glad you stayed?"

[sid]

Could get kinky. *eg*

Hardly a Crime, PG

[sid]

For a few seconds he didn’t know what he’d walked in on. His initial thought when he heard sounds where there should be only silence had been, “Burglars.”

Whoa, not even close. Unless they were burglars who were really easily distracted from what they’d come there to do.

But Jack couldn’t very well be burgling his own house, even if he didn’t actually live there any more. And Daniel had seen that particular ass too many times over the years to mistake it, even if a year and a half of desk jobs had made it a bit broader in the beam.

So Jack was in town. Presumably Daniel would’ve known that if he’d checked his emails before he left the mountain, but he’d been too eager to get home after six days offworld with SG-11. Presumably Sam could’ve told him, but neither she nor Mitchell had been around, and Teal’c had taken advantage of SG-1’s stand-down while Daniel was out on loan to pay a long overdue visit to Ishta.

Only a slight feeling of guilt had made Daniel take the turn to Jack’s house. He’d skipped his usual weekly check-in before he’d gone offworld, so he might as well take a quick peek before going home to collapse with a clear conscience. The house was nominally ‘on the market’ since soon after Jack had departed for Washington, but Daniel knew Jack had rejected a few offers, calling them “too low.” So Daniel continued to stop by once a week to make sure the lawn service outfit had done their job and that no pipes had burst and that the cleaning lady had been there.

That definitely wasn’t the cleaning lady in bed with Jack.

“Jackson!”

Oh, shit. “I’m sorry. I’m… I’ll go. I….”

“Crap.”

“I’m sorry, Jack.” Daniel found himself rooted to the spot, swaying with the force of his desire to be gone.

Jack rose from the bed and came towards him quickly, hand outstretched.

That wasn’t the only part of him that was outstretched, but Daniel managed to get it right and reach for the hand.

And thirty-seven sweaty minutes later, when Jack asked, “Aren’t you glad you stayed?”, Daniel could only murmur in exhausted contentment as he drifted off to sleep with his head pillowed on Mitchell’s chest and Jack wrapped around him from the back.

When he woke it was nearly dark, and he was alone with Jack.

And Jack was kissing him, and Daniel thought that that might be the most pleasant way to wake up ever as he kissed him back.

In a quiet moment, he asked, “Did Mitchell leave?”

Jack shook his head. “He’s whipping up some food.”

“He’s good in the kitchen,” Daniel said, stretching lazily.

“Among other places.”

Daniel laughed. “Yes.”

Jack rose up on one elbow and looked down at him with a serious face. “You’re all right with that?”

Daniel nodded. “Apparently.”

“And you’re all right with…?” Jack wagged a finger back and forth between their bodies.

Daniel didn’t bother to answer. Jack stared down at him, squinting to read him in the deepening dusk.

The smile that spread slowly across Jack’s face was enough to light up the room.

[gigerisgod]

i'm gonna continue along the same lines as zvi's request - Cam/Teal'c, 'Eating with Their Hands'

[sid]

I like that image!

Snax

[sid]

“This is not the correct film.”

“Sure it is. The Day the Earth Stood Still.”

“I was anticipating the original.”

“Yeah, I’m really not all that into black-and-white, Teal’c.”

“You and I are black-and-white.”

“Don’t mess with me.”

“I would not dare.”

“You got that right. Anyway, you can always compare the two and tell me how much better the original is.”

“I shall do so.”

“But this works for christening our new big screen? Be honest.”

“It does.”

“Cool.”

“Although it will not be nearly as pleasurable as was the christening of our new king size bed.”

“Dude, that goes without saying.”

- - - -

“Release me, Mitchell. The film has begun.”

- - - -

“We need to switch places.”

“The view of the television is the same in both locations, and I am far too comfortable to move.”

“Aw, c’mon! Please? I just can’t eat popcorn with my left hand.”

“I can, however.”

“What’s that got to do with…?”

Teal’c wiped his right hand on a napkin, moved the bowl of popcorn that sat between them onto his lap, draped his right arm around Cam’s shoulders and pulled him in close. Eyes on the screen, he dipped his left hand into the bowl and raised it to his mouth.

Cam shifted his hips to the left, settled in against Teal’c and reached into the bowl with his right hand.

“Is this not better?”

“Much.”

- - - -

“Are we cuddling, Mitchell?”

“In a completely manly way, yeah, we are. And don’t look so smug.”

- - - -

“This movie sucks.”

“We have not yet christened this sofa.”

“Now you’re talkin’. What the hell did I do with the remote?”

“I believe that when I last saw it, it may have been located beneath the popcorn bowl. I would urge you to look for it there.”

“You don’t have to urge me twice. Yeah, there’s definitely something under there, all right, but it doesn’t feel remotely like a remote to me.”

“Perhaps, then, you should continue your search.”

“Count on it. It is my pleasure.”

“The pleasure would seem to be mine.”

“Don’t contradict me.”

“Never again.”

“Mm-hm. What’s this, what’s this?”

“Ah!”

“Teal’c.”

“Mitchell.”

“Lose the popcorn.”

[jdjunkie]

Horrendously late to the prompting party, as ever. Grr. Probably missed the boat, but if not:
Jack/Daniel: "If you don't tell him, I will."

[sid]

You were right on time and snagged the last spot! :-)

Truth in Advertising, PG, Jack/Daniel

[sid]

“You should tell him, Daniel. Seriously. Why don’t you?” Sam leaned across the table.

“For all the usual reasons. Come on, Sam. We’ve had this conversation before; just drop it, huh?”

“I’m tired of waiting.”

Daniel laughed in surprise. “What?”

Sam took another big swallow of her drink. “I’m sick and tired of waiting for something to happen. Of watching all the time to see if it has happened, so I know that I need to start ingnoring it.”

“‘Ingnoring?’”

“Ig,” Sam said. “Ig.”

“I think I had this conversation with an Unas once,” Daniel mused, sipping.

Sam reached across and swatted his arm. “I mean it. I want you to tell him. I want you to be happy. You deserve it. And I’m sure the Colonel feelsh the same way about you.”

Daniel shook his head, grinning. “You’re too drunk for this conversation.”

“Or you’re not drunk enough,” Sam shot back. “Not drunk enough to tell him.”

“What, here?” Daniel looked around the bar in mock alarm, and spotted Jack on his way back from the men’s room. “Here he comes.”

“Tell him.” Sam’s eyes glittered.

“No, no, no. Drop it?” Daniel pleaded.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.”

“Sam!” Daniel hissed.

“Tell me what?” Jack dropped into his chair.

Daniel opened his mouth to say “Nothing”, but Sam was quicker.

“How Daniel feels about you.”

Daniel groaned and put his head down on the table.

“I already know how Daniel feels about me, Carter.”

Daniel groaned again, more loudly, and Jack’s hand clapped onto his shoulder and gave it a little shake.

“He thinks I’m peachy. A fan-damn-tastic leader, a sterling example of… something I’m sterling at, and somebody who can obviously drink the both of you under the table.”

Sam hiccupped.

Daniel raised his head cautiously.

“Right, Daniel?”

Daniel looked at Jack sideways. “Peachy," he agreed, and turned his gaze to Sam.

She hiccupped again, and slapped her hand over her mouth, eyes big above it.

“You’re cut off, by the way,” Jack said, smoothly sliding Sam’s glass out of her reach and emptying its contents into his own glass.

“One drink too late,” Daniel said, with a friendly, forgiving smirk at Sam’s woeful face.

“Shoot me now,” she moaned.

“Nah,” Jack said. “Ask me again in the morning when your hangover kicks in. I might decide to show you mercy.”

“Actually,” Daniel said, sniffing the contents of his glass with pleasure, “whoever invented tequila liqueur should probably be shot.”

“Good stuff,” Jack said with a grin, raising his glass for a swallow.

“I love Agavero,” Sam said wistfully, watching Jack drink.

Daniel squeezed Jack’s knee underneath the table and watched his eyelids flutter.

The añejo tequila is aged up to eighteen months and the reposado tequila is rested for nearly a year. The tequilas are combined and then hand blended with the essence of Damiana, a flower indigenous to the hot mountains of Jalisco that has been rumored for centuries to stir up the emotions among individuals.

[inthe_parlance]

“Release me, Mitchell. The film has begun.”

HA!

[sid]

Hee! I loved that bit. :-D

[princessofgeeks]

oh hell yes.

[sid]

:-D

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Sam finds out about Jack/Daniel

[sid]

*G*

Breaking the Pattern, G, 200 words

[sid]

Her mother’s china bore the brunt of it.

Her mother, while a teenager, had bought the china piece by piece, on an installment plan, with babysitting money and the money she earned by sewing. Simple mending and patching, zippers replaced, letting out and taking in slacks. Flyer in the supermarket, word of mouth in the neighborhood. Each piece swaddled in tissue paper and squirreled away in her hope chest, waiting for the day she had a home of her own.

Sam broke the china piece by piece. Near the end it was hard to even move, to pick up a plate or a cup, to raise her arms and throw it down, she was crying so hard.

She clutched the last piece, the big platter, perfect for a Thanksgiving turkey with three children at the table watching their father carve, to her chest, sobbing as she stood in the rubble of her shattered dreams.

When she was just a little girl, she’d named her future little girl Annabelle. Two boys, whose names changed periodically, and little Annabelle.

She’d thought Jack would agree to Annabelle as a name.

She loved Daniel. She did.

Trouble was, she loved Jack so much more.

[delphia2000.livejournal.com]

Daniel shows Jack some new moves that he learned from some Ancient texts. ;o)

or

Sam needs a little cuddling from Jack...after he's been roughed up by Deitrich's men. *hee!*

[sid]

*wink wink nudge nudge* LOL

Thanks to Dreamwidth's brand new search function, I was able to find my Jack/Sam that works for me post in just 2 seconds!

Workin' on our Night Moves, PG-13

[sid]

“I don’t think I bend that way.” Jack tried to project doubt rather than alarm.

“Oh, okay, well… “ Daniel scooted around, “I’ll go on top.”

“Yeah, but I still have to… “

“I’ll hold your leg up.”

“How can you hold my leg up if you’ve got one hand here and one hand there?”

“I’ll, um, use my shoulder.”

“Don’t tip over,” Jack mumbled, picking up the sketch and looking at it again. “Ya know, even on the bottom….”

“What?” Daniel said, exasperation showing in both face and voice.

“I don’t think my dick bends that way.”

Daniel fumbled for his glasses and took the sketch away from Jack. He frowned at it for several seconds.

Jack watched his face for a while and then his gaze wandered to the back of the sheet of paper Daniel held. “Oh, whoa. Hey!” He snatched the paper back, and flipped it around, pointing. “Plan B!”

Daniel’s eyebrows rose precipitously. “You want to try that?”

Jack turned the paper back around and gazed at the sketch. He licked his lips. “Hell, yeah.”

“I kind of….” Daniel tried to turn the page back over, but Jack slapped at his hand sharply. “Hey!”

“Plan B,” Jack said firmly. “You’re on top.”

“I am?” Daniel examined the sketch, craning his neck.

When he flushed and bit his lip, Jack knew he’d won his case.

[(Anonymous)]

Carson talks to Carolyn Lam about his relationship with John and the dreaded DADT and she and/or Daniel find a way to let him know that Jack ain't about to let that cat out of the bag.


sid_fan

[sid]

Ooh, I might need a flowchart! LOL

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Dom!Daniel-verse: it *sounded* like such a good idea at the time (bondage!fail)

[sid]

Oh, must ponder!

It will be a dreadful burden to bear, but I shall persist!

[stagnation13.livejournal.com]

You just can't fight the force of nature that is Jack/Daniel.

But I will admit, I love dishes. LOVE them. So my heart breaks not for Sam (because she should have known better, ha) but for the broken dishes.

[sid]

J/D conquers all.

And poor Sam is left with a mess to clean up.

And an empty china cupboard - so maybe she'll go to a flea market and pick up something nice?