'Rock-a-bye', J/D, PG

[sid]

There's no way I tossed and turned for two whole hours.  I must have been asleep part of that time.  *peers at bizarre little (280 word) fic curiously* 

ROCK-A-BYE

Jack rocks in his cradle and it’s dark and quiet as the sun shines and he can hear fish sizzling in the kitchen and a small piping voice that becomes a light baritone and the cradle tips and Jack falls into the water and

 

the pillowcase is cool beneath his cheek as the nurses finish rolling him onto his side and

 

he can smell the fish now and Grandma Alice calls him and he picks up the red plate that was always his and holds it up to be filled as they sit on the porch as the sun sinks and his Mom leans against his Dad on the steps and they swat at each other’s mosquitoes and glide away arm in arm in the dusk and Jack knows that they’ll kiss each other when they round the corner of the cabin and Grandma Alice’s arm is around him and he remembers when he was just nothing but little and he would sit on Grandpa Jim’s lap and rub with fascination at the stump where he'd lost part of a finger chopping wood and he always smelled chocolaty from his pipe tobacco and the mosquitoes are eating him alive as

 

a nurse draws blood for more tests and

 

Jack is naked and being kissed and Grandma Alice is dim and long ago but the owl outside the cabin window sounds like it could still be the same one and

 

Daniel twitches the sheet into place and smoothes it down and

 

Jack drifts away cradling Daniel in his arms content and oblivious as

 

monitors beep and IVs drip and little pieces of Daniel’s hope die and are reborn each day….

Comments

[ivorygates]

you don't ever get to call me "dark" again. ever.

[sid]

"and then Daniel picked up a pillow and placed it over Jack's face...." :-P

[tigerlilly2063.livejournal.com]

Ow!

The way you've written this makes this so much more intense.
I don't wish you insomnia, but if something like this comes out of this...

[sid]

Yes, I like the way I write when I'm not quite awake. At least when I did finally sleep I slept until almost noon. :-)

[jd-junkie.livejournal.com]

Ow. Ow. And ow again. Bizarre and strangely beautiful in an unbearably painful way.
Needs fluff (and a hug) ....

[sid]

I can supply the hug *does so*, but the fluff is sorely lacking....

[spacemonkeyphd2.livejournal.com]

*sniffle* OUCH!!! So painful and yet so sweet at the same time.

Need shmoop and hugs!! *sniffle*

[sid]

Well, you know me. Undoubtedly Jack will recover and there will be schmoopy hugs galore. :-)

Just...not yet. *sniffle*

[janedavitt.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is so... I can't think of the right word to sum it up. Achingly quiet and dark and sad. Just beautiful writing the way it flows and meanders the way thoughts do.

[sid]

It was the meandering quality that got me out of bed to write it all down, because that's exactly the type of thing that would have been lost by morning.

Thank you!

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Urgh. Remind me to never read you first thing in the morning. Blarg.

[sid]

Ah, but then you'd miss my usual sunshine and puppies and rainbows. Is that a chance you're willing to take? ;-)

[sg1danny.livejournal.com]

Owwwwwwww. Just.....owwwwwwww

[sid]

Yes, I know. *hangs head* It'll all be better in the end. Honest.

[delphia2000.livejournal.com]

You need rest and then coffee and chocolate when you wake up! Nice mood piece even if the mood is rather dark.

We'll get the rest of the story later, yes? The 'you-scared-me-don't-ever-do-that-again' sex. :o)

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Seconded!

[sid]

*looks around* Okay, where's my chocolate?

I slept, but I kept waking up. It's raining here, and after the drought we had this summer it's an unusual sound!

As usual I bow to the muse as to whether there is more to be written here. And the muse isn't even awake yet....

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Now that I've commented to everyone else's comments... Yeow! Lovely, dark, drifty and angsty.

That last line is the perfect spur to the next bit about what Daniel's going through. *sniff*

[sid]

Thank you, and talk to the muse. ;-)

*hands you tissue*

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

you prefer us all crying, right?

*sprinkles salt into wound for good measure* What? Isn't that why you keep it on the table by the door??

[sid]

Am I really just a big ol' meanie?

*re-reads fic*

Oops.

[entrenous.livejournal.com]

Awww, Jack's tough, he can take it. He'll pull through.

...right? Daniel won't get any sleep until then, but that'll make it much sweeter when he can. :)

[sid]

Definitely Jack will pull through. *bites nails* No, really.

Daniel will undoubtedly fall asleep while Jack's trying to make love to him. But Jack's in no condition for those shenanigans yet anyway. ;-)

[msbeata.livejournal.com]

Totally love the red plate and the happy place Jack goes to heal.

[sid]

So many wonderful memories at the cabin. Chocolaty grandpa and his very own plate and fish on the stove...hey! I guess there used to be fish in that pond!

[whimsicalwhims.livejournal.com]

::sniffs::

This is extremely well written, but oh my. My poor heart.

[sid]

I'm positive there will be a happy outcome, but I know that doesn't help much now. *pets you*

[starting-gate.livejournal.com]

Well. That was really different in a good way. And I mean that in a totally good way. Really.

(Plus, their is naked Jack, until there is not really. Oops.)

You rock at this. Really! :)

[sid]

I try to write in my sleep as often as possible, because something good always comes of it. :-)

Yes, sadly we must assume Jack is wearing a hospital gown. But he's nekkid underneath!

Really.

[theemdash]

I love the way you blend Jack's memory into reality. This is kind of the perfect way to write memory, where it triggers and bleeds into reality. It's like fanfic example for how to write memory well.

[sid]

Thank you very much! That's such lovely fb. And I will totally pass it on to the part of my brain that wrote this while I was half asleep. :-)