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snowflake_challenge Day One

In your own space, post a rec for at least three fanworks that you have created. It can be your favorite fanworks that you've created, or fanworks you feel no one ever saw, or fanworks you say would define you as a creator.

1. Feathering The Nest. So much for my usual peeps to resist! It's Cam/Daniel, it's Mpreg... But there's no sex at all and Jack appears to contribute to the hilarity. I kind of love this one.

Excerpt: "All right," Landry said. "Doctor Jackson, Mitchell, you're with Doctor Lam. Colonel Carter, you'll prepare to lead a team to 517 with Teal'c. Take SGs 3 and 6 with you as backup."

Daniel frowned. "The Vendrikarans were friendly to us. I'm not sure that a show of force…."

"Ten people is hardly a show of force, Doctor Jackson."

"Oh, and genetically altering our people without their knowledge or consent?" Jack scrunched up his face. "Not so friendly."

"I'm sure you think they had some kind of dark and evil agenda."

"That's the assumption I'm currently working under, yes. You wanna make something of it?"

Cam felt his eyes go wide.

Daniel sighed and let his head sag forward.

"Permission to accompany Colonel Carter's team, General."

Landry threw his hands up in the air. "As if I could stop you."

"By the way, Mitchell."

Cam knew he was still staring like a deer in the headlights. "Sir?"

"I gotta say, as often as I had something downloaded into my noggin, at least I never had anything," Jack paused to insert an obscene gesture with two fingers, "uploaded into my…."

"Dismissed," Landry roared.

2. And To My Listening Ears. My big historical AU! Jack/Daniel, 1922, road trip. Doing the research was such a pleasure. I was just thinking a few days ago how much I want to retrace their steps and do the trip myself.

Excerpt: Jack had climbed up onto the fence and was sitting on the top railing, apparently deep in conversation with one of the men. The only man. The others had wandered away in search of more food, a word with their wives, to join the baseball game, or who knew what. Maybe there was some hard cider being consumed behind the church in defiance of Prohibition.

This man had stayed, though. Daniel couldn't tell much about him from this distance, but the impression he got was of a well-built man, closer to his own age than Jack's. Something about the way he moved spoke of youth. And he seemed to be moving a lot. Leaning a hip against the fence. Clinging to the top rail and arching away. Putting his back to the fence and his elbows on the rail, twisting his neck to peer up at Jack. Like…he was posing.

Calling attention to himself. To his body.

Daniel sat upright. Jack's hands were both on the railing. He wasn't smoking. He'd finished his cigarette. But he was still there, talking to this….this…

Daniel inhaled. This knife twisting in his gut, he recognized it. It wasn't bad food, or too much to eat. It was the knife he used to feel at eleven, twelve, thirteen, when one of the cousins he was raised with after his parents' death received the love and attention that Daniel had craved. At fourteen, fifteen, when the boys around him, his few friends, all started mooning over girls, drifting away.

He'd known Jack for slightly less than twenty-four hours.

3. Transits of the Moon. Jack/Daniel. I have a friend who performs with a local cabaret group. I heard a song and fell in love. Fic ensued. Ah, romance!

Excerpt: “Shall we?”

Jack had appeared out of nowhere.

“What?”

Jack’s teeth flashed. “May I have this dance, Doctor Jackson?”

Daniel blinked at him and hoped the nervous little thrill running through his body wasn’t visible. “Really?”

“T’s keeping an eye out. C’mon.” Jack’s voice was easy and casual as he jerked his head towards the circle of dancers.

Daniel thought about it for all of two seconds. “Okay.” He stepped backwards into the circle, watching the torchlight playing on Jack’s face as he followed, then turned to work his way through the throng. He itched to be at the very heart of it.