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Posting fics in parts... again
Just thought this might be a bit fun -- feel free to comment, but please, keep in mind -- this hasn't gone through any of my thorough betas yet...
TITLE: War Games
PAIRING: Jack/Daniel
RATING: Don't know yet -- maybe R, maybe NC17?
SUMMARY: An up-coming war game brings an old acquaintance of Jack's into the SGC
CATEGORY: Humour, action, first time
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Wargames... what the hell did they need those for anyway? Well, duh, some of the other teams, maybe, but SG teams 1 and 2? Jack sighed as he sat down with his team members in the commissary. They'd just gotten back from PX3-747, only a de-briefing away from three days of downtime. The General had ordered them to get a bit to eat before that one, it was Friday, Daniel was coming over...
Jack should be happy. Only, well, a few things combined were darkening the joy. First of all, he knew it wouldn't just be another social call from Daniel tonight. The younger man had seen right through him a little while back and had finally called his bluff. A fact that had both spooked and delighted Jack. It wasn't that he'd been obvious or anything, just... well, Daniel really wasn't as damned oblivious as most might think.
So Daniel was coming over to talk tonight and Jack felt as nervous as a school kid on his first date. To tell the truth, he wasn't even sure where they were supposed to take all this. It wasn't as if the AF left much room for relationships -- much less of the same sex kind. Still, he was sure both he and Daniel could keep it on a level suitable and private enough to keep it out of the line of sight. Then again, maybe the best hiding place *was* right in the line of sight. They'd been arguing like hell lately, and as it was, half the base thought they'd 'broken up'.
Before that, and through the last week or so, Jack had forced himself to face up to a couple of truths and stop blaming and taking it out on Daniel. Much to Daniel's surprise, yet as always he'd more or less just shrugged and taken what had been offered. Oh, and raised the stakes by letting Jack know he knew what was going on.
Anyway, there back to their old ways, bickering like and old married couple, bantering like they always did -- only now without the edge of hurt that had sneaked into it for a while. And it had quickly improved the air on the team. There was no unexplained tension, no tip-toeing around each other. Hell, they'd even gotten back to him and Daniel sharing a tent again. Jack had shared with Teal'c for quite a while, not sure he could handle being around Daniel without losing his temper.
Now, if only he could get through the evening with Daniel. They'd decided, or rather, Daniel had, that they had to revive an old ritual. Friday night, pizza, hockey on the TV and just having fun. Only... Jack was fairly sure Daniel would be calling him on all his little manoeuvres lately. Because Jack was back to his old habits as well, which meant lots and lots of touching. Especially Daniel, who normally guarded his personal space with a vengeance.
To tell the truth, Jack was both nervous and thrilled about it. He dreaded the conversation, but he'd take it whichever way he could get it. If Daniel wanted to talk, he'd talk, if Daniel wanted to take it a little further? Well, Jack sure as hell wasn't gonna stop him.
With a sigh, Jack put the memo down on the table, letting the rest of the team have a look at it while he went to get his own lunch. In the lunch line he kept turning it over and over in his head, trying to push the possibilities of the night into the back of his head. He was still on duty and if the memo was anything to go by, the coming Monday wouldn't be that much fun. So Lou's and his teams were to train with a third party. Well, from what he could tell, the new team would be taking it as training for possible work with the SGC off-world and Jack didn't mind; only... he knew the others wouldn't exactly be thrilled. Specifically Daniel, who had a hell of a workload on base as well, doing several translations for the other teams. Sure, he had people to help him, but he seemed to think it would be faster to do the stuff himself. Probably wasn't entirely wrong either.
At leas he and Daniel could solve whatever was between them... Jack grinned to himself as he put his lunch on the tray and made his way back. Right, admit it you old fox, you know *exactly* what's between us, it's just a matter of dragging it out into the open.
As he put his tray down, the others showed exactly what they thought about the coming exercise. And he couldn't blame them, he had to talk to the General about some serious downtime for them, and soon.
He exchanged an amused look with Teal'c, as their two team members turned back to their joking around. Jack was glad that Sam had taken to Daniel since day one and the other way around. Although, as a pair, they could be pretty scary at times. Oh, and devious as hell. Jack made sure to never cross them.
"So," Sam said, as she finished off her bread. "Got plans for the weekend, Daniel?"
"Oh, well, I don't know yet," he answered with a grin, a flicker of eye contact with Jack before returning his attention to Sam. "I do, however, have plans for tonight."
"Oh?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Jack and I are watching the game tonight... and he's cooking."
Sam laughed out loud. "Oh, you've bullied the Colonel into cooking, have you?"
"No," Daniel grinned back, "he volunteered."
Sam gave Jack a wide smile. "Did he now?"
"Well," Jack decided to defend himself a little. "I'm not *that* bad a cook."
"No, sir, you're not," Sam said with a fake serious expression. "It's just so damned hard to get you to prove it."
Jack couldn't help the laugh escaping him. "Hey, it's my job, I delegate..."
"You're just lazy," Daniel shot back with a smile.
"That too," Jack admitted. He finished his own lunch, and then looked at Carter's jell-o. "Damned, I forgot dessert." He stood, nodded at the soldiers sitting down behind them. New recruits? Nah, they seemed a bit too old for that.
"Bring me a cup of coffee?" Daniel threw after him as he made his way back to the counter. Sure, he could bring Daniel the coffee; he was getting some himself, what was the harm? Oh, unless of course you counted the dangers of getting the linguist high on caffeine before a de-briefing. Well, Daniel seemed very motivated for tonight, there was no way he'd drag the de-briefing into an achingly long affair. Jack was pretty sure of that.
Jack was a bit lost in thought as he got his own piece of pie, added another to the tray with an afterthought. Hey, Daniel liked sugar too. Two cups of coffee and back to his team. Frowning, Jack picked his way back to their table, wondering what the hell was going on. Ferretti had joined them and was standing between them, and one of the soldiers from the neighbouring table, obviously engaged in some sort of debate. Jack moved to stand behind the soldier he hadn't noticed before. No one seemed inclined to reveal his presence behind the man, though the other airmen who were under this guy's command clearly wanted to. Jack bit his lower lip thoughtfully. There was something familiar about the man...
"There is *nothing* justifying badmouthing a senior officer, especially not on duty." The man took a deep breath as he waited for the response.
Jack quirked a smile as he knew Ferretti had seen him, but hadn't given it away. "Who's badmouthing what senior officer?" Jack finally asked, making the man jump and turn.
Oh shit, Jack thought to himself. Thompson. That's why the man had seemed familiar. Jack recalled having been on a Spec Ops mission a few years earlier with him. Hmm, seemed he'd made it to the rank of Major in the meantime. Still, Jack didn't exactly have fond memories of the man.
Obviously Thompson had recognized him as well. "Colonel O'Neill, sir." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "These... people, were making jokes on your expense."
"I see," Jack replied. With a sigh, he took a step around Thompson, brining him up next to Feretti. "Okay, kids, fess up. What'cha do this time?"
Sam gave him a tight, but relieved smile. "It seemed Daniel's and my... jokes, hit a sore spot, sir."
Jack gave Thompson a sideways glance. "And the jokes were?" Jack finally put down his tray, setting about his business by putting both a cup of coffee in front of Daniel and a piece of pie, rewarding him a sly smile from the man.
"Oh, you know the usual, Jack," Daniel answered for Sam, "how you're getting old and forgetful since you forgot to bring dessert in the first place." Raising and eyebrow, Daniel's eyes glittered with mischief. "I mean, look at it Jack, *dessert* -- how could you forget?"
The mock horror in Daniel's voice made Jack grin in reply. "Ah well, not much respect from you kids nowadays," he answered with a deep theatrical sigh.
"Drama queen," Daniel accused good-naturedly.
Jack smirked at him before returning his attention to Ferretti. "Lou?"
"The Major here was reprimanding your team, sir, Colonel, sir." Ferretti stood at attention. Text-book style, much to Jack's amusement. God, he loved the man... well, not the way he did Daniel, but still...
"At ease, Major Ferretti," Jack said, motioning for the man to take the seat at the end of the table, putting him between Daniel and himself.
"It seems," Teal'c deep voice broke the silence, "that Major Thompson found our usual..." he raised an eyebrow, "banter, disturbing, O'Neill."
Jack grinned at him. "I see." Nodding dismissal at Thompson and sitting down with his team and Ferretti, Jack's eyes lingered on each of them in turn. "He'll get used to it." Unspoken: if he wants to stay in this place.
Finally, it seemed, Thompson got the idea and with a sour expression he sat down with his own band of, well, not-so-merry men.
Keeping an ear out for the soft conversation behind him, Jack caught enough to verify what he already suspected. Thompson and the others were there for the Monday Wargames, and somehow Jack just knew the week couldn't start off worse. Then, of course if they..., with an evil grin he turned his attention fully to the other, thought he couldn't ignore the questioning look on Daniel's face. His grin grew wider and he raised his eyebrows in a promise to elaborate later.
Daniel took it for what it was and Jack knew there was no getting out of explaining it later. Not that he minded, not at all. He was sure Daniel's twisted way of thinking would give them one hell of a head start. And Sam wasn't exactly dumb either -- oh, and Teal'c? With his experience and tactical abilities, Jack was *sure* they'd come up with something.
Jack ignored the rest of the conversation behind him, finding it far more amusing as Lou nagged Daniel into teaching him to swear in Goa'uld.
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TBC
TITLE: War Games
PAIRING: Jack/Daniel
RATING: Don't know yet -- maybe R, maybe NC17?
SUMMARY: An up-coming war game brings an old acquaintance of Jack's into the SGC
CATEGORY: Humour, action, first time
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Wargames... what the hell did they need those for anyway? Well, duh, some of the other teams, maybe, but SG teams 1 and 2? Jack sighed as he sat down with his team members in the commissary. They'd just gotten back from PX3-747, only a de-briefing away from three days of downtime. The General had ordered them to get a bit to eat before that one, it was Friday, Daniel was coming over...
Jack should be happy. Only, well, a few things combined were darkening the joy. First of all, he knew it wouldn't just be another social call from Daniel tonight. The younger man had seen right through him a little while back and had finally called his bluff. A fact that had both spooked and delighted Jack. It wasn't that he'd been obvious or anything, just... well, Daniel really wasn't as damned oblivious as most might think.
So Daniel was coming over to talk tonight and Jack felt as nervous as a school kid on his first date. To tell the truth, he wasn't even sure where they were supposed to take all this. It wasn't as if the AF left much room for relationships -- much less of the same sex kind. Still, he was sure both he and Daniel could keep it on a level suitable and private enough to keep it out of the line of sight. Then again, maybe the best hiding place *was* right in the line of sight. They'd been arguing like hell lately, and as it was, half the base thought they'd 'broken up'.
Before that, and through the last week or so, Jack had forced himself to face up to a couple of truths and stop blaming and taking it out on Daniel. Much to Daniel's surprise, yet as always he'd more or less just shrugged and taken what had been offered. Oh, and raised the stakes by letting Jack know he knew what was going on.
Anyway, there back to their old ways, bickering like and old married couple, bantering like they always did -- only now without the edge of hurt that had sneaked into it for a while. And it had quickly improved the air on the team. There was no unexplained tension, no tip-toeing around each other. Hell, they'd even gotten back to him and Daniel sharing a tent again. Jack had shared with Teal'c for quite a while, not sure he could handle being around Daniel without losing his temper.
Now, if only he could get through the evening with Daniel. They'd decided, or rather, Daniel had, that they had to revive an old ritual. Friday night, pizza, hockey on the TV and just having fun. Only... Jack was fairly sure Daniel would be calling him on all his little manoeuvres lately. Because Jack was back to his old habits as well, which meant lots and lots of touching. Especially Daniel, who normally guarded his personal space with a vengeance.
To tell the truth, Jack was both nervous and thrilled about it. He dreaded the conversation, but he'd take it whichever way he could get it. If Daniel wanted to talk, he'd talk, if Daniel wanted to take it a little further? Well, Jack sure as hell wasn't gonna stop him.
With a sigh, Jack put the memo down on the table, letting the rest of the team have a look at it while he went to get his own lunch. In the lunch line he kept turning it over and over in his head, trying to push the possibilities of the night into the back of his head. He was still on duty and if the memo was anything to go by, the coming Monday wouldn't be that much fun. So Lou's and his teams were to train with a third party. Well, from what he could tell, the new team would be taking it as training for possible work with the SGC off-world and Jack didn't mind; only... he knew the others wouldn't exactly be thrilled. Specifically Daniel, who had a hell of a workload on base as well, doing several translations for the other teams. Sure, he had people to help him, but he seemed to think it would be faster to do the stuff himself. Probably wasn't entirely wrong either.
At leas he and Daniel could solve whatever was between them... Jack grinned to himself as he put his lunch on the tray and made his way back. Right, admit it you old fox, you know *exactly* what's between us, it's just a matter of dragging it out into the open.
As he put his tray down, the others showed exactly what they thought about the coming exercise. And he couldn't blame them, he had to talk to the General about some serious downtime for them, and soon.
He exchanged an amused look with Teal'c, as their two team members turned back to their joking around. Jack was glad that Sam had taken to Daniel since day one and the other way around. Although, as a pair, they could be pretty scary at times. Oh, and devious as hell. Jack made sure to never cross them.
"So," Sam said, as she finished off her bread. "Got plans for the weekend, Daniel?"
"Oh, well, I don't know yet," he answered with a grin, a flicker of eye contact with Jack before returning his attention to Sam. "I do, however, have plans for tonight."
"Oh?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Jack and I are watching the game tonight... and he's cooking."
Sam laughed out loud. "Oh, you've bullied the Colonel into cooking, have you?"
"No," Daniel grinned back, "he volunteered."
Sam gave Jack a wide smile. "Did he now?"
"Well," Jack decided to defend himself a little. "I'm not *that* bad a cook."
"No, sir, you're not," Sam said with a fake serious expression. "It's just so damned hard to get you to prove it."
Jack couldn't help the laugh escaping him. "Hey, it's my job, I delegate..."
"You're just lazy," Daniel shot back with a smile.
"That too," Jack admitted. He finished his own lunch, and then looked at Carter's jell-o. "Damned, I forgot dessert." He stood, nodded at the soldiers sitting down behind them. New recruits? Nah, they seemed a bit too old for that.
"Bring me a cup of coffee?" Daniel threw after him as he made his way back to the counter. Sure, he could bring Daniel the coffee; he was getting some himself, what was the harm? Oh, unless of course you counted the dangers of getting the linguist high on caffeine before a de-briefing. Well, Daniel seemed very motivated for tonight, there was no way he'd drag the de-briefing into an achingly long affair. Jack was pretty sure of that.
Jack was a bit lost in thought as he got his own piece of pie, added another to the tray with an afterthought. Hey, Daniel liked sugar too. Two cups of coffee and back to his team. Frowning, Jack picked his way back to their table, wondering what the hell was going on. Ferretti had joined them and was standing between them, and one of the soldiers from the neighbouring table, obviously engaged in some sort of debate. Jack moved to stand behind the soldier he hadn't noticed before. No one seemed inclined to reveal his presence behind the man, though the other airmen who were under this guy's command clearly wanted to. Jack bit his lower lip thoughtfully. There was something familiar about the man...
"There is *nothing* justifying badmouthing a senior officer, especially not on duty." The man took a deep breath as he waited for the response.
Jack quirked a smile as he knew Ferretti had seen him, but hadn't given it away. "Who's badmouthing what senior officer?" Jack finally asked, making the man jump and turn.
Oh shit, Jack thought to himself. Thompson. That's why the man had seemed familiar. Jack recalled having been on a Spec Ops mission a few years earlier with him. Hmm, seemed he'd made it to the rank of Major in the meantime. Still, Jack didn't exactly have fond memories of the man.
Obviously Thompson had recognized him as well. "Colonel O'Neill, sir." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "These... people, were making jokes on your expense."
"I see," Jack replied. With a sigh, he took a step around Thompson, brining him up next to Feretti. "Okay, kids, fess up. What'cha do this time?"
Sam gave him a tight, but relieved smile. "It seemed Daniel's and my... jokes, hit a sore spot, sir."
Jack gave Thompson a sideways glance. "And the jokes were?" Jack finally put down his tray, setting about his business by putting both a cup of coffee in front of Daniel and a piece of pie, rewarding him a sly smile from the man.
"Oh, you know the usual, Jack," Daniel answered for Sam, "how you're getting old and forgetful since you forgot to bring dessert in the first place." Raising and eyebrow, Daniel's eyes glittered with mischief. "I mean, look at it Jack, *dessert* -- how could you forget?"
The mock horror in Daniel's voice made Jack grin in reply. "Ah well, not much respect from you kids nowadays," he answered with a deep theatrical sigh.
"Drama queen," Daniel accused good-naturedly.
Jack smirked at him before returning his attention to Ferretti. "Lou?"
"The Major here was reprimanding your team, sir, Colonel, sir." Ferretti stood at attention. Text-book style, much to Jack's amusement. God, he loved the man... well, not the way he did Daniel, but still...
"At ease, Major Ferretti," Jack said, motioning for the man to take the seat at the end of the table, putting him between Daniel and himself.
"It seems," Teal'c deep voice broke the silence, "that Major Thompson found our usual..." he raised an eyebrow, "banter, disturbing, O'Neill."
Jack grinned at him. "I see." Nodding dismissal at Thompson and sitting down with his team and Ferretti, Jack's eyes lingered on each of them in turn. "He'll get used to it." Unspoken: if he wants to stay in this place.
Finally, it seemed, Thompson got the idea and with a sour expression he sat down with his own band of, well, not-so-merry men.
Keeping an ear out for the soft conversation behind him, Jack caught enough to verify what he already suspected. Thompson and the others were there for the Monday Wargames, and somehow Jack just knew the week couldn't start off worse. Then, of course if they..., with an evil grin he turned his attention fully to the other, thought he couldn't ignore the questioning look on Daniel's face. His grin grew wider and he raised his eyebrows in a promise to elaborate later.
Daniel took it for what it was and Jack knew there was no getting out of explaining it later. Not that he minded, not at all. He was sure Daniel's twisted way of thinking would give them one hell of a head start. And Sam wasn't exactly dumb either -- oh, and Teal'c? With his experience and tactical abilities, Jack was *sure* they'd come up with something.
Jack ignored the rest of the conversation behind him, finding it far more amusing as Lou nagged Daniel into teaching him to swear in Goa'uld.
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TBC
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Please, ma'am, may I have some more?
::bounces across the room::
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I need to get more written ^_^
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Sure, later maybe -- I'm doing this as I get it written -- so maybe later today
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Will there be smut? There'll be smut right? ;) *g*
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Sam and Jack or Jack and Daniel... I'm flexible... and so are they!
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