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Author: Addict
Words: 7000
Summary: Someone wants Jack dead. The Elf is hotter than Legolas. Tea'lc and Jonas both get lucky. S/J romance. Disclaimer: I am borrowing these characters. They are not mine. Stargate is not mine.
Rating: PG 13 I think. Slight swearing. Non seriously graphic sex (but lots of sexual references.)
Author's Notes: I had an absolute blast writing this. It's my first Stargate. Thanks for the inspiration Jojo (for banter and wit) Angel Leviathan (for ridiculous, humorous situations)! Also Denise.
Prologue
"Done Deal"
The single Jaffa stood menacingly, staring with contempt. He would be looking down at the youth before him, but the young man was exactly his height. Further, the young man was not intimidated. He gazed back at the warrior with a confidence and certainty that belied his age.
"My Lord tells me that you will need this," the Jaffa said, offering a black box out toward the youth.
The young man took the box, feeling the sudden strain (it was heavier than expected), and walked over to set it on a nearby table. Tall, slim but perfectly proportioned, he appeared perhaps 17 or 18 years old. Pale skinned, he had shoulder-length long dark hair, long black eyelashes and impossibly full red lips. His eyes were bright, intense turquoise blue, while his ears tipped at a point in a distinctly elvish vein.
He would have made a beautiful woman: as a man he was devastating. Anyone, on any world, would look at him and then find themselves looking again - and even staring, for the youth was beautiful. Uncommon, astonishingly, classically beautiful.
Undoing the clasps, he opened the box, and looked inside. He resealed the box and nodded.
"So," he said as he walked around to settle himself gracefully upon a golden chair. The chair, which appeared more like a throne, was in the shape of a lion-like creature - paws outstretched to hold its occupant.
"Whom do I have to kill?"
The Jaffa smiled. "A Tauri named Colonel Jack O'Neill. This man must be dead - and the body returned to my God within three cycles of his death. Otherwise the agreement is off: Thus speaks my Lord."
The youth looked into the Jaffa's eyes.
"You may tell your Lord that we have a deal."
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Summary: Someone wants Jack dead. The Elf is hotter than Legolas. Tea'lc and Jonas both get lucky. S/J romance. Disclaimer: I am borrowing these characters. They are not mine. Stargate is not mine.
Rating: PG 13 I think. Slight swearing. Non seriously graphic sex (but lots of sexual references.)
Author's Notes: I had an absolute blast writing this. It's my first Stargate. Thanks for the inspiration Jojo (for banter and wit) Angel Leviathan (for ridiculous, humorous situations)! Also Denise.
Prologue
"Done Deal"
The single Jaffa stood menacingly, staring with contempt. He would be looking down at the youth before him, but the young man was exactly his height. Further, the young man was not intimidated. He gazed back at the warrior with a confidence and certainty that belied his age.
"My Lord tells me that you will need this," the Jaffa said, offering a black box out toward the youth.
The young man took the box, feeling the sudden strain (it was heavier than expected), and walked over to set it on a nearby table. Tall, slim but perfectly proportioned, he appeared perhaps 17 or 18 years old. Pale skinned, he had shoulder-length long dark hair, long black eyelashes and impossibly full red lips. His eyes were bright, intense turquoise blue, while his ears tipped at a point in a distinctly elvish vein.
He would have made a beautiful woman: as a man he was devastating. Anyone, on any world, would look at him and then find themselves looking again - and even staring, for the youth was beautiful. Uncommon, astonishingly, classically beautiful.
Undoing the clasps, he opened the box, and looked inside. He resealed the box and nodded.
"So," he said as he walked around to settle himself gracefully upon a golden chair. The chair, which appeared more like a throne, was in the shape of a lion-like creature - paws outstretched to hold its occupant.
"Whom do I have to kill?"
The Jaffa smiled. "A Tauri named Colonel Jack O'Neill. This man must be dead - and the body returned to my God within three cycles of his death. Otherwise the agreement is off: Thus speaks my Lord."
The youth looked into the Jaffa's eyes.
"You may tell your Lord that we have a deal."
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