I recently became determined to write a drabble. As a writer of epic fanfiction, I have always had respect for writers who can do drabbles, but the skill elludes me. What I ended up with was a body of ficlets mostly too long for drabble-length but shorter than even the usual length of my rare short fics. Some are connected to my Rediscovered Hearts AU and some are just random. So I'm just going to post each one separately because there's no rhyme or reason to them so it doesn't make sense to do a "collection".
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There is only one person I expect to understand this title, and she doesn't like Stargate. Anyway, I wrote this because I keep telling people that Jack and Daniel's friendship reminds me of the one that I have with my friend Sarah--even though they fight WAY more than we do; I think it's a guy thing. "The Other Me" doesn't mean "my other half". It's not a reference to one completing the other, or an implication of a relationship with romantic overtones. Sarahand I have said for years, "That would be like sleeping with myself." It's something else, and it's infinitely harder to explain unless you have experienced it. I tried to put it into words in this piece, but I really don't know how well I did.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If anyone had asked, he would have
said that Jack was his best friend. If he stopped to analyze the statement, he
supposed it was true. The problem was that their relationship went so far past
the bounds of simple friendship that the word didn't seem accurate. They had
fought and bled and laughed and cried together for too long. They had fought for
each other—they had fought each other—and both of them knew that they would do
the same things again, just as hard, any time it became necessary. They knew the
best in each other, and they accepted the worst in each other. They knew the
things that no one else knew. They kept one another's secrets, and they told one
another's secrets when they had to. They were two beings, whole and complete,
with lives and loves apart from each other. Often, their opinions that were
often diametrically opposed. And yet, when each looked in the mirror, he saw the
other as often as he saw himself.