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All right, everybody, let's get started! This 'thon is all about saying, "I love you." Or not being able to say it. Or showing it in a myriad of ways. It's about perfect pictures and lovely vids, quotes from fic (link us, please!) and brand new fic (we hope!)

Post in comments here, or post elsewhere and give us all a link.

Everyone is welcome to the party, so feel free to invite all your Jack/Daniel-loving friends!

The 'thon runs through the end of Monday, assuming

jdjunkie and I don't collapse earlier from the sheer weight of all the squee. :-)/:-)

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From:

paian

I know I posted a snippet of another Brighid fic during

jdjunkie's birthday bash, but I'm not sure whether I posted something from this one too. It is quite perfect for this fest, though, and Brighid's fic is worth a dozen repetitions.

"You know, they have something resembling food in the mess, Daniel." Jack took the plate from his hands, then the glass when they reached the foot of the bed. He set them down on the low dresser that doubled as Daniel's bedside table. "You can even take it back to your office." He pulled Daniel's jacket off, then his glasses.

"Yeah. It resembles food. Doesn't taste like it, though,' Daniel grumbled. "You took my cookies."

"I'm getting you naked, you idiot. It's hard to get you naked when you're making like the Cookie Monster, okay?"

"Naked and cookies sounds pretty good, actually," Daniel said musingly as Jack tugged down his pants. He knew he should be helping, but Jack like this -- slightly pissy and mother-hennish and all bed-warmed and rumpled -- it was sort of cute. In a pissy, mother-hennish way. "Though I think the crumbs would itch."

"For crying out ... Daniel, take off your own damn shoes, get your ass in bed and get some sleep!" Jack pushed him to sit on the bed. "For a smart guy you're a real idiot sometimes."

When Daniel was under the covers Jack reached over, snagged the last cookie and the last swallow of milk. "Why the hell aren't you a diabetic, anyway?" Jack grumbled. "And why isn't your ass fat?"

"Love you too, Jack." Daniel thought maybe he should get up and brush his teeth but he was already mostly asleep.

***

Coffee under his nose made him open his eyes, and it was just *wrong* to wake up when there was no sun but the coffee was hot and strong and, yeah, the beans from the airtight can had been used.

"You drooled, there are cookies crumbs all over the bed and how the hell did you get that dry erase stuff up your nose, anyway?" The words were annoyed, but the fondness underlying them was familiar. Daniel reached blindly for the coffee and ignored Jack's version of "good morning, sweetheart." It meant the same thing, anyway.