Title: Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Love, fighting, torment and all kinds of crap. Little humour.
Pairings: Daniel and jack Talking! And doing nothing else, S/J
Spoilers: None...
Season: Seven.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He misses these little chats of theirs...
Author's notes: Got bored, and decided to write, whala!
Archive: Sam and Jack please, Everywhere ANYWHERE, my sites broke!!!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
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Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky
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The sky is so beautiful.
Like it's been painted up there, all twinkly and solitude.
Especially before the sun actually sets, the sky stains amber, and the sun lies down in a lilac epiphany of Mother
Nature itself.
Of course, when you're actually up there, you can't see any of it.
Not like it is down here.
Up there, there's a lot of white.
Yep, I tried not to be cliché, and failed. So what?
I'm starting to understand why Jack made so many dumb ass 'Glowy' comments.
Then again, that's Jack, and he's changed for it.
A lot.
The Real him has been muddled, mixed with brash comments and well thought through decisions.
He has less feeling now. Or at the very least, he's trying desperately and painfully to hide it. His Passion is
wavering, even now.
And he's losing himself in something that'd be better left 'dis-used' and unresolved.
But that *thing* has altered him.
It started little, and has grown. Completely out of the control of anyone remotely involved.
I see it, we all do. Teal'c and me mostly, just because we're there.
We're meant to see *it*, and I don't doubt that Jonas saw it too.
We see past them, past their covers, and past the looks, the frustrations.
And right now,
Past the argument.
To be poetic: The cause of a hidden concern rotating almost as a lucid exasperation of a painful revelation.
One cause after another, and it's hurt.
This time, more her than him...
Because he's bitten the bullet. Again, he's said too much, aggravated old wounds, until they've pored out
like wine.
Deep spilt Red wine, on a Vanilla sky...
All because of late, she's been trying to move on.
Trying so desperately to grasp something human and tangible.
Something hers, and hers alone.
That's why I'm out here.
Because *he* is.
And Because I couldn't face Sam. No one can.
So, I gave the job to Teal'c.
His silhouette is still and patchy against the view in front of him.
And I try to get as close as humanly possible, when dealing with this kind of predator.
Who'll bite if you're not careful.
I bite back though...so I'm not that bothered.
In pure O'Neill fashion, he's hunched over, arms folded, and his chin resting almost childishly against his right arm.
He knows I'm here, and like a predator, he can smell his prey nearing...
So I settle for a masculine none descriptive, ''Are you okay'....
"Great View," Despite the lame attempt at anything conversation worthy, it seemed to trigger something.
And instead of grunting like usual, he begins to speak.
"Do you believe in all that 'soul mates' crap?" Okay.... a little strange and 'open' for Jack, but at
least he's allowed me to sit beside him, and I do so.
"Honestly? Yea. I think that despite loves and loss, there is at least one person out there who fits
you Perfectly. Whether or not you end up crossing paths or wind up being allowed to be together is a
different matter altogether.... I suppose it depends on chance..."
I look at the way his face is pensive, wrinkling even more so in the almost dark and the scrutiny that
the sky is under reflects in the black of his eyes.
"I used to think that Sara was my soul mate, ya know?" I nod. "She was beautiful and smart and witty
and we just meshed. But I s'pose that kinda love's s'pose to...just withstand all that...but when
Charlie died, that sparkle went with it. Everything just died."
"Maybe you couldn't help that, Jack, you know-"
He interrupts, and I'm starting to feel as if his scrutiny is on me now.
"I could have. I should have tried harder,"
He paused for second, but it lasted for a lifetime into a silence.
"Do you love her?"
"Yea Daniel. I do."
"Sara?" I correct.
He looked up, blinking, acknowledging what I really meant, and he failed to make any excuses *this* time.
"No, not any more. But no one says that I wouldn't still have. Had I made better decisions."
"Jack, we can't turn back time. And god, I know that more than anyone. But you have to speak to her."
He wriggles, he's getting a tad annoyed. I know this.
"Daniel, I can't. Now stop tryin' to push the boat out, okay." His tone rectified any fears that old
Jack was nowhere to be found, his agitation and defensiveness lacing his words.
"I'm not pushin' the boat out. I just think that you need to talk-"
"You're doing it again!" The finger pointing wasn't making any difference, so I continued.
"*Talk* to her. Look, she feels the same, despite all this...'crap'. Now, *you've* got to be the one
sort it. Otherwise you'll lose-"
"Crap?"
I roll my eyes at his insolence. Dam any woman stupid enough to face the path that Jack O'Neill in on.
"Jack!" And I refuse to not get through this time. Resistance is futile!
"Lose her, yea, yea I know. You really are a pain in the ass." In pure 'jack' he wrinkled his nose,
almost snarling at me, as he bats my arm.
I'd gotten to him, the grumpy love-laden son-of-a-bitch.
Well, someone had too.
He finally stands up, brushing off the grass from his legs, and sighed heavily.
"Well, how do you I look?"
"Absolutely dashing. Go get her tiger." I brush off his lapel, and he doesn't seem the least impressed. Amused even.
"Bite me." He grumbles, walking past me. "Space monkey."
"Glad I could help!" I shout behind. A finger is all that answers over his shoulder.
Yea, I've missed these talks."
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"I think what he means Sir, is it's always better to have a big long wick...that was right wasn't it?"
Absolute Power, Jack O'Neill, who never fails to make us giggle...like really giggle...in a sad and
girly fashion, dammit. Which is why guys don't watch Sg-1. (Gonna get slated for that, hehe)
------------------------------------------------------------------
This'll probably be a sequel if I can manage it.
And, if I get sufficient feed. (Giggle)
Pwease?
Athena "I've beta'd it, okay! It doesn't mean
thier isn't still mistakes, becuase I AM a doofus!"
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Love, fighting, torment and all kinds of crap. Little humour.
Pairings: Daniel and jack Talking! And doing nothing else, S/J
Spoilers: None...
Season: Seven.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He misses these little chats of theirs...
Author's notes: Got bored, and decided to write, whala!
Archive: Sam and Jack please, Everywhere ANYWHERE, my sites broke!!!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky
--------------------------------------
The sky is so beautiful.
Like it's been painted up there, all twinkly and solitude.
Especially before the sun actually sets, the sky stains amber, and the sun lies down in a lilac epiphany of Mother
Nature itself.
Of course, when you're actually up there, you can't see any of it.
Not like it is down here.
Up there, there's a lot of white.
Yep, I tried not to be cliché, and failed. So what?
I'm starting to understand why Jack made so many dumb ass 'Glowy' comments.
Then again, that's Jack, and he's changed for it.
A lot.
The Real him has been muddled, mixed with brash comments and well thought through decisions.
He has less feeling now. Or at the very least, he's trying desperately and painfully to hide it. His Passion is
wavering, even now.
And he's losing himself in something that'd be better left 'dis-used' and unresolved.
But that *thing* has altered him.
It started little, and has grown. Completely out of the control of anyone remotely involved.
I see it, we all do. Teal'c and me mostly, just because we're there.
We're meant to see *it*, and I don't doubt that Jonas saw it too.
We see past them, past their covers, and past the looks, the frustrations.
And right now,
Past the argument.
To be poetic: The cause of a hidden concern rotating almost as a lucid exasperation of a painful revelation.
One cause after another, and it's hurt.
This time, more her than him...
Because he's bitten the bullet. Again, he's said too much, aggravated old wounds, until they've pored out
like wine.
Deep spilt Red wine, on a Vanilla sky...
All because of late, she's been trying to move on.
Trying so desperately to grasp something human and tangible.
Something hers, and hers alone.
That's why I'm out here.
Because *he* is.
And Because I couldn't face Sam. No one can.
So, I gave the job to Teal'c.
His silhouette is still and patchy against the view in front of him.
And I try to get as close as humanly possible, when dealing with this kind of predator.
Who'll bite if you're not careful.
I bite back though...so I'm not that bothered.
In pure O'Neill fashion, he's hunched over, arms folded, and his chin resting almost childishly against his right arm.
He knows I'm here, and like a predator, he can smell his prey nearing...
So I settle for a masculine none descriptive, ''Are you okay'....
"Great View," Despite the lame attempt at anything conversation worthy, it seemed to trigger something.
And instead of grunting like usual, he begins to speak.
"Do you believe in all that 'soul mates' crap?" Okay.... a little strange and 'open' for Jack, but at
least he's allowed me to sit beside him, and I do so.
"Honestly? Yea. I think that despite loves and loss, there is at least one person out there who fits
you Perfectly. Whether or not you end up crossing paths or wind up being allowed to be together is a
different matter altogether.... I suppose it depends on chance..."
I look at the way his face is pensive, wrinkling even more so in the almost dark and the scrutiny that
the sky is under reflects in the black of his eyes.
"I used to think that Sara was my soul mate, ya know?" I nod. "She was beautiful and smart and witty
and we just meshed. But I s'pose that kinda love's s'pose to...just withstand all that...but when
Charlie died, that sparkle went with it. Everything just died."
"Maybe you couldn't help that, Jack, you know-"
He interrupts, and I'm starting to feel as if his scrutiny is on me now.
"I could have. I should have tried harder,"
He paused for second, but it lasted for a lifetime into a silence.
"Do you love her?"
"Yea Daniel. I do."
"Sara?" I correct.
He looked up, blinking, acknowledging what I really meant, and he failed to make any excuses *this* time.
"No, not any more. But no one says that I wouldn't still have. Had I made better decisions."
"Jack, we can't turn back time. And god, I know that more than anyone. But you have to speak to her."
He wriggles, he's getting a tad annoyed. I know this.
"Daniel, I can't. Now stop tryin' to push the boat out, okay." His tone rectified any fears that old
Jack was nowhere to be found, his agitation and defensiveness lacing his words.
"I'm not pushin' the boat out. I just think that you need to talk-"
"You're doing it again!" The finger pointing wasn't making any difference, so I continued.
"*Talk* to her. Look, she feels the same, despite all this...'crap'. Now, *you've* got to be the one
sort it. Otherwise you'll lose-"
"Crap?"
I roll my eyes at his insolence. Dam any woman stupid enough to face the path that Jack O'Neill in on.
"Jack!" And I refuse to not get through this time. Resistance is futile!
"Lose her, yea, yea I know. You really are a pain in the ass." In pure 'jack' he wrinkled his nose,
almost snarling at me, as he bats my arm.
I'd gotten to him, the grumpy love-laden son-of-a-bitch.
Well, someone had too.
He finally stands up, brushing off the grass from his legs, and sighed heavily.
"Well, how do you I look?"
"Absolutely dashing. Go get her tiger." I brush off his lapel, and he doesn't seem the least impressed. Amused even.
"Bite me." He grumbles, walking past me. "Space monkey."
"Glad I could help!" I shout behind. A finger is all that answers over his shoulder.
Yea, I've missed these talks."
-------------------------------------------------------------------
"I think what he means Sir, is it's always better to have a big long wick...that was right wasn't it?"
Absolute Power, Jack O'Neill, who never fails to make us giggle...like really giggle...in a sad and
girly fashion, dammit. Which is why guys don't watch Sg-1. (Gonna get slated for that, hehe)
------------------------------------------------------------------
This'll probably be a sequel if I can manage it.
And, if I get sufficient feed. (Giggle)
Pwease?
Athena "I've beta'd it, okay! It doesn't mean
thier isn't still mistakes, becuase I AM a doofus!"