Prompt response 2 of 7

melayneseahawk asked for Jack/Daniel, trapped off-world.   (Hope this improves your day a little!)

The climate was temperate; the sun warmed but didn’t burn; fish and fruit were plentiful. No predators so far, but Jack insisted they stay close at night, just in case. So they slept together on a bed of sweet-smelling moss, and Daniel’s allergies were untroubled.

 

There were five moons, and Jack would try to sketch out their orbits in the dirt. He gave them names, letting Daniel make suggestions which he mocked and then ignored.

 

Until one night, when Marge and little Maggie hung low in the sky, and the biggest, closest moon underwent a name change.

 

Homer became Eros.

'On Call', gen drabble

This strange little thing just came out of the blue last night, when I was musing about prompts: 

ON CALL

 

Jack stayed at Daniel’s bedside into the wee hours, seeking encouragement from the steady heart rhythm on the monitor. But Daniel’s face was a mass of bruises on shockingly pale skin, and there was universal concern that he hadn’t woken yet. So Jack sat and worried.

 

A hand touched his shoulder, and Jack knew he’d fallen asleep. Janet was peering at the monitors. Her hand smoothed over Daniel’s sheets. She turned, smiling. “He’s going to be fine, Colonel.”

 

“It’s General, now, actually.” 

Jack opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and filled with renewed hope. His faith in Janet had never died.