A drabble for the jackoneill100 challenge: wings.
Dedicated, forever and for always, to my beloved Kiri.
Disclaimer: I so totally wish.
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When they were on missions, and it was just him and Daniel, he could see them. They weren't there; they showed up as a shadow, a darkness upon the ground. They fluttered and flickered as if they were there. They were black as the night wind, other times a smoky, hazy steel black.
He'd pointed them out to others, only to discover that only he could see them. It must have been his imagination.
He wasn't sure when he realized it, realized that the wings had become real, and whole, and not just a shadow upon the sand.
Daniel couldn't see them, didn't know what he was talking about when he told him. But, he, Jack, could see them, quivering, and shaking in the night. See them unfurl in anger, pressed close in fear or pain. He could hear their snap as they opened, their whisper-soft hum as they furled.
Jack could feel them, run his fingers through, and on, and around the velvet black feathers, feel them wrap around his body, encasing him in a wind-soft feather cave.
And when it finally dawned on Jack, when he put all the pieces together, he wondered why he hadn't seen it before, and it was all so obvious, and clear, and crystal.
Daniel was a fallen angel, fallen from the heavens, fallen, but not broken or lost.
Daniel was a fallen angel; his fallen angel. And Jack would protect him with his life.
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