JD Divas Zine: Volume 1

Signs And Wonders by Biblio

Jack/Daniel, F/T, Angst, Drama Season 8 to Moebius. Hints of Season 9.
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Love. For Jack and Daniel, it's contradictory and unexplainable. Damned if they know what to do with it.

PART ONE: A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT

It's five after nine and I'm still sitting here, completely alone in the packed, stridently lit parking lot of the World Arena, hearing and feeling the lash and jolt of biting cold wind against the truck, listening to the muted roar as the Tigers shellac Minnesota State on the ice.

I've started to make the phone call a dozen times or more. I've bailed on it a dozen times or more. It's not that I don't know what to say to him. I know what he did, and he'll know as soon as I open my big fat mouth and start yelling.

He stood me up.

Daniel Jackson, scourge of my existence, stood me up.

'Stood me up.' Jeez.

Everyone says it, everywhere, with varying degrees of meaning and layers of disappointment. It's such a commonplace expression, such a lame Goddamn cliché.

It's not supposed to mean anything.

Except when it does.

You know?

Like now. If it didn't mean anything to me, I could bellow it right in Daniel's unsuspecting ear. Only it does. It means something. It's not supposed to mean anything, not to me, not about Daniel.

It does, though.

It means he stood me up and I am mad as hell.

It means he was supposed to be here. He was supposed to be with me.

And that is definitely not supposed to mean as much to me as it apparently does.

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