Title:
"Quicksilver Watercolor Days"
Rating:
PG
Words:
209
Summary:
There are days when nothing is in focus.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Jack or Daniel or SG-1. MGM owns them, and some other
people probably, but I don't know them.
Notes:
A vague reference to "Crystal Skull"
Sometimes, all he can see is Daniel. The smile or the pout or the frown. Sometimes, the only thing he notices is that little 'v' between his eyebrows, and the lines in his forehead, and the way he'll kind-of tilt his head.
There are days when nothing is in focus. Everything blurs and melts together like quicksilver. But always, always, Daniel is in sharp relief.
Whenever the colors run into one another, green to brown to blue to green again, when all he can see is a swath of color like a bad watercolor painting, Daniel's there, all angles and lines.
Daniel is never out of focus--never blurry or out-of-phase (save that one time but then he was just out of phase). He's always crystal clear.
When the world is a kaleidoscope, mixing and turning and changing before his eyes, Daniel is always there to put it right again. To stop the churning and the turning, to separate each piece from the other and make it real and not just fantasy.
Daniel's always there--sharp, clear, concise and steady as a rock. When the world comes crashing down around him, Daniel's there, a pillar surviving the challenges of time.
On those days, those quicksilver watercolor days, Daniel's there.