Sid's Closet

First, go and read Beautiful Certainty, which jdjunkie wrote for me using the prompt: Jack/Daniel/Sara, water under the bridge. No, it isn't a three-way! It's a quiet gem that made me all misty, like.

Second, a ficlet I wrote for jdjunkie's recent (okay, a month ago) Four Seasons in One 'Thon. The season is Winter. ~740 words, rated PG

( It was a dark and stormy night )

For the jackdanielpromptfic May 2014 Episode of the Month prompt: Endgame.

Rated PG, ~430 words.

Jack had been feeling less and less of a man as time went on. He'd had no real concept before this promotion of how much of his identity (post-Charlie; post-husband and father) had been tied up in being the leader of SG-1. Now he sat on the sidelines, while paradoxically being more important than ever before. He watched as his team (all the teams; all his now, God help everyone) walked through the Stargate time after time after time, headed into danger and peril and the mysterious unknown.

Mostly they came back. Generals since the dawn of military history had known the pain of loss and the burden of command.

But they hadn't had the fate of the galaxy in their hands. Who the hell was Jack O'Neill to have that kind of power?

Jack O'Neill was an old man with bad knees who couldn't ever begin to fill the shoes of one George Hammond, that's who.

"Just give him a little more time," Jack said, clenching his fist. Was it the right choice? Made for the right reasons? Or solely based on the whatever-it-was that he had with Daniel that had left him with this feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach ever since Daniel beamed up to Osiris' ship.

"General. I recommend we open fire immediately.

"General, please advise."

Carter was there, too. The thought of losing them both was unbearable. All of this was unbearable. Dead Jaffa who might have become free Jaffa should be unbearable, but he had no real choice, and if he fried in Hell for it, well, he was already headed that way.

"You have your orders. Hold your fire."

See you soon. Daniel, looking at him earnestly, saying those words, disappearing.

God, Daniel. God. Please, God.

"General O'Neill? They are powering up their hyperdrive. We are out of options."

Do it, Daniel. Come back. Bring Carter with you. Don't…don't leave me here.

"Wait," he managed to say, somehow. He would give them every chance he could. If they were still alive… In Daniel's case, maybe even if he wasn't…

"General O'Neill. It looks like you were right. We have the gate and SG-1 aboard. They are alive."

He should feel relief. He should feel happiness. He felt like throwing up.

Earth was back in business. Hundreds of thousands of Jaffa might die at the hands of the Trust, but Jack didn't want to think about that right now. He'd fulfilled his mandate. His team was coming home.

See you soon.

Jack closed his eyes. Soon, Daniel.

Hurry.

I'm in the process of attempting to upload some of my old BDSM stories to AO3. (For those of you not familiar, BDSM was just about all I wrote back in the beginning.) I was only going to do a couple of the major ones, but one of them referred back to a few other stories, and I realized it was a bigger project than I first thought. Anyway, one of the referenced stories turned out to be one that apparently never made it to LJ/DW.

So here it is! I've edited for comma abuse and semicolon neglect and multiple uses of 'the other man' and the improper use of bold text for emphasis, and broken it into new paragraphs wherever that helped with POV (which is still all over the place, but not in a confusing way, hopefully. I'm not about to undertake a rewrite. *g*)

It's rated R. I don't have a word count. Apparently AO3 doesn't give you one when you save a draft. Apologies for any and all wacky formatting (e.g. huge paragraph breaks.) There's a BDSM scene but no sexual activity. And there's a plot!

Summary: While on an off-world mission, Jack begins to act very strangely, toward Daniel in particular.

( read the story )

(I recently went through my DW imported entries for 2006 and the beginning of 2007, updating tags, and decided I needed to archive this final chapter of If You Really Loved Me that was posted to smutday on Valentine's Day 2007. Here is Part One. If I do this right you should be able to follow the DW links 1-2-3-4. Let me know if I've screwed up! And apologies for weird formatting and whatnot. So long ago!)

IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME
Part Four

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A belated Jack/Daniel Valentine drabble, filling a prompt from ivorygates: Dark Desire?

This was inspired by a prompt at the 2013 jd_ficathon Prompt-a-thon: any season 10 episode: missing scene, tag, etc.

I chose The Shroud, and then waited six months to finish writing the fic. Oops.

This tag picks up right where the episode ends. It's rated PG for a bit of language. ~1700 words.

( Cherry Blossom Time )

So close. I've got the form all filled out. Except for my Two Requirements for the story I'll receive. *head/desk* And Optional Request, but that's...optional. *g*



How about the rest of you? Signups are on either DW or LJ, until September 2nd. You'll receive your assignment September 4th, and your 1,000 word minimum stories will be due on October 14th.

The more the merrier, and the more Jack/Daniel for us all to read!!!

Ten unconnected drabbles written for the jd_ficathon Prompt-a-Thon, which is running through the end of the month. The list of prompts is here. There's still time to pick a prompt or two!

A big thank you to Beth (lolmac) for the title suggestions! I grabbed a bunch of them, and was inspired by others. *smooches*

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1. So have you all seen the links flying around LJ and DW regarding Turkish oil wrestling?

Well, zats_clear wanted some SG-1 fic to be inspired by these links.

Some was. Turkish Delight. (J/D pre-slash, PG-13)

2. This next bit will make little sense if you haven't been following troyswann's Peregrine AU WIP fanfic based on (Inspector) Lewis. So, begin with Peregrine and work your way through the list to the most recent entry, The Flavour of Strawberries. You won't regret it, because Sal writes the most golden of words. And it's so very extremely AU that you don't need to know canon!

And I wrote fanfic of her fantastic Alternate Universe: here. It's a future!fic, not part of the WIP.

Confused? Well, check it all out anyway. Immerse yourself in the world Sal built. Thank me later. :-)

3. In the not-ready-to-rock-and-roll-yet category, I spent 2 1/2 hours last night editing the aboreal_gate multiple-author, still-untitled NC-17 J/D cliffhanger, trying to align all the pieces parts and gain some semblance of continuity. It's at about 12,340 words, which is so AWESOME, when it all began as a fragment I had no clue where to go with. I'll write a final scene to tie up loose ends, throw it on the mercy of a beta or two to see whether or not it all hangs together, and take it from there. :-)

1,136 words. Prompts used: hotel, keepsake, pink, pillow, cake, handcuffs, heart, suck

Hot Pink