We're delighted to
present Reunited, our very first Jack/Daniel Slash Anthology
zine. Contributing writers include JoaG, jaelith tregarth, babs,
Debbi C., devra, Findo and Leviathan, as well as fellow JD-Divas Marcia
and Biblio. Most of these extremely talented authors will be
familiar to you if you're a member of the Alpha Gate where they are
regular and much appreciated story contributors. We're also very
pleased and proud that a couple of the writers showcased in
Reunited are making their inital foray into zine writing in this
zine.
We've gathered together a killer collection of great stories for you
but don't take my word for it, scroll on down and see for yourself!
THE ZINE
Coming Home
by JoaG email:
Categories:
J/D, ER, Angst, Missing Scene, Spoilers for Fallen, Homecoming
Synopsis: Daniel remembers.
Rating PG-13
Warnings: References to Meridian
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Losing the Archaeologist
by
jaelith tregarth email:
Categories: J/D, Angst,
Drama, AU
Synopsis: A
very unusual AU story
Rated PG
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All Sad Words by babs
email:
Categories:
J/D Romance, Pre-slash, Angst
Synopsis: After Daniel's return to the SGc, he and
Jack connect.
Rated G
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Categories:
J/D, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship
Synopsis: After Homecoming Daniel is beginning to
remember things that happened before his Ascension.
Rating PG-13
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The Lesson by devra
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Categories:
J/D, Established Relationship, Angst, Spoilers for Full Circle and
Fallen.
Synopsis: Daniel discovers the fate of
Abydos. Jack tries to make amends.
Rating G
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Reaching E'melot
by
Marcia
email:
Jack/Daniel First
Time, Drama, Angst, H/C,
A/A, Episode Related - D&C.
Categories: First Time, Drama, Angst, Hurt Comfort, A/A, Episode
related - D&C
Synopsis: The Tok'ra High Councillor's host has a dangerous secret, and
an even more dangerous interest in Daniel.
Rating NC-17
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Recollection by Findo
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Categories:
J/D, Angst, Established Relationship, Episode Tag for Fragile Balance.
Synopsis: Daniel's back, but he won't take Jack
back, so Jack has a talk with himself.
Rating PG-13
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Pearls Are For His Eyes by
Biblio email:
Categories:
Jack/Daniel, Daniel/Elliot, Character Study, Angst, H/C, Drama, First
Time, Episode Related. Spoilers: Season Five. Episode
Tag for Proving Ground, Last Stand and missing scenes for Fail Safe.
Synopsis: Silence is not consent. Daniel has
been silent for too long and about far more than Jack ever knew.
Rating NC-17
Warnings:
Non-Consensual Sex. This story
is in parts dark, disturbing and ambiguous. Notes: Pearls are
considered in
some folklore to have the power to help people see themselves more
clearly and
to give wisdom through experience
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Triptych
by Leviathan email:
Categories:
Jack/Daniel, Established Relationship, Angst, H/C, AU, Spoilers for
several sixth season episodes.
Synopsis: Three stories which explore an AU version
of Daniel's descension from three different viewpoints
Rating NC-17
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Book
Antiqua font, 11 point. 431 pages, 159,027 words, 8 megs
25 full
colour illustrations
(not counting the story headers)
The cover is by Marcia and some lovely collages
by Biblio, and yeah, afraid
I've thrown one or two things in there as well. Sorry!
Notes:
'Losing the Archaeologist' and 'Recollections' are
Jaelith and Findo's 'first time' zine stories. i'm really happy
they chose to make their zine debuts with 'Reunited' so send them some
lovely feedback so they'll write more! I'm sure all the writers
would appreciate knowing how much you've enjoyed their efforts!
I'm just sayin.....
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COMING HOME
“Thanks, Jim.”
Daniel regretted the words the instant he said them when he saw the
look of pain they caused the older man. His brown eyes just seemed to…
dim… and the gentle smile on his face disappeared.
“I’m sorry,” Daniel said quickly, grabbing the bottle of beer Jack had
been offering him when he had stupidly opened his mouth. He hadn’t
realized purposely calling him ‘Jim’ would have wounded this man who
had not only told him they were good friends, but Daniel’s slowly
returning memory had confirmed it. It was just the teasing had felt
‘right’, but he’d spoken too quickly and now rued his decision to go
along with his gut feeling.
“It’s okay, Daniel,” Jack said as he returned to his seat, taking a
swallow of beer before picking up his half-eaten supper.
After putting the bottle on the wooden deck beside him, Daniel wiped
the condensation from his hand on his pant legs. “No Jack, really. I
just was trying to make a joke; I guess not a really good one at that,
huh?”
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LOSING THE ARCHAEOLOGIST
“Let’s try an
experiment.” Halliday stretched her hand out across the
desk. “Close your eyes, Colonel. Close your eyes and take
hold of my hand.”
Cautiously, Jack did as he was told. He felt long fingers, and
then a broad palm, callused, warm, and very familiar. He swore
and jerked his hand back. “That wasn’t you!”
Halliday nodded somberly. “I could see your hand on mine, but I
couldn’t feel it. I think by now, when you’re dealing with me,
you actually have to concentrate on me to keep me real.
“As long as I thought it was just me, I thought getting away from here
would help. I thought it might be a local effect. If I
could get away from the gate, I’d stop dreaming, my metabolism would
readjust, and things would get back to normal. But again – it’s
both of us. Your dreams are getting more vivid and intruding into
this reality. I’m starting to - fade out, I guess you could
say. Not interacting so well with the real world.
“And I’ve just had a couple of scary thoughts I should have had a long
time ago. How long will it take before I can’t drink the water
here any more? Or breathe the air?
“Don’t you see? Something must have happened over there, in that
other universe. Something must have happened to him. And
whatever it was, it’s weakening the barriers between the worlds, at
least as it applies to him and to me. It’s making him more here
and me less here.
“We have to talk to Sam. I have to get out of here,
Colonel. Or I’m going to die.”
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ALL SAD WORDS
He remembered cars in a
pocket of his brain. He remembered driving for a long time and seeing
hazy mountains rise up in the distance and not being sure if they were
real or clouds. He remembered this road Sam was driving him along at
the moment.
"Daniel?" Sam reached over and rested her hand on his knee. "You okay?"
He nodded. "Fine. I…I remember this."
"This?" She stopped at a traffic light. "The city, the traffic, what?"
"You turn left at the third light," Daniel said with assurance. "That's
the way to Jack's house."
"That's exactly right, Daniel." She smiled at him.
Daniel smiled back. "No, it's left." And he was relieved when she
laughed for the joke it was.
The remainder of the drive didn't take long and soon they were pulling
into Jack's driveway. Daniel hesitated when he got out of Sam's car.
'Not much of a foundation,' a whisper of a voice said in his brain, but
he didn't understand what the words meant. The house looked pretty
solid to him. Daniel pulled his bag off the back seat and held it
to his chest. He hadn't been out of the SGC since returning to
Earth. This feeling of not quite belonging, though, of walking into new
houses with little more than a suitcase, was a familiar one. He'd read
his own history on base. Parents killed in a tragic accident when he
was eight, a series of foster homes. He supposed that was where the
pain came from, buried deep in his psyche. But something else was
tugging at him, telling him even though he wasn't capable of
understanding it yet, he'd truly come home.
"Come on," Sam said. She wrapped an arm around his waist, urging him
forward. "I'm hungry."
The door was thrown open as they walked up the front walk.
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FALLEN MENACE
He was warm, warmer
than he'd been for a long time, and someone's arms were around him,
holding him, touching him. It felt…he searched for a word and could
only come up with good. It felt good. Daniel opened his eyes and saw
grey beyond his nose. An arm was wrapped around his chest, keeping him
from moving. His early morning sluggish thinking gave way to
understanding as Daniel noticed the table, the coffee mugs, the empty
pie plate, and realized the arm around him was male.
"Jack," Daniel said, just because he could and because he liked the
sound of that name from his lips. Daniel closed his eyes, ignoring the
light creeping into the room. He took a deep breath. Jack smelled of
cedar and sandalwood and coffee. He recognized the scents, associating
them with a tent and visions of worlds that didn't resemble Earth at
all. Memories assaulted his senses and Daniel gripped Jack's arm,
riding them out as if he was caught in an undertow and being sucked
away from shore.
The arm tightened around him, Jack murmuring, "I'm here." It was
enough. Daniel found himself able to breathe again, and he relaxed his
hand. He moved his fingers up Jack's arm, the silvery hairs under his
fingertips softer than he expected. When he'd been found naked in the
meadow, everything hurt. He hadn't been able to bear being touched, and
kept himself away from the villagers, unable to explain the visions he
had, knowing somehow he would only bring pain to them.
Pain...how many people had he hurt? Daniel pushed himself up, ignoring
Jack's grunt as his hand came down on the other man's stomach. Weapons,
shooting, standing before a tank filled with Goa'uld larvae and killing
them, his hate strong, and then pain, pain, pain. A woman he loved
staring at him, a ribbon device in her hand, wanting to kill him.
Drowning in his own bodily fluids and unable to tell Jack everything he
needed to say. He had to get out.
Daniel bolted out of Jack's embrace, running to the bathroom and
falling to his knees before the toilet, trying to expel the memories
but only bringing up bile and then dry heaving when nothing else
remained. Then a hand touched his hair, a wet washcloth was
placed on the back of his neck, Jack knelt beside him, so close Daniel
felt his body heat. Toilet paper was pressed into his hand and Daniel
wiped his mouth. He sat back, resting the side of his head on the cool
tiles of the wall. He opened one eye, wondering if Jack was still
there.
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THE LESSON
Jack had been enjoying
his solitary exploration of Daniel’s playground, so when his sixth
sense alerted him to something not quite kosher in this cinderblock
office, a slew of silent curses traipsed through his mind. With a
caution so exaggerated it bordered on laughable, Jack replaced the artifact cupped in his hands to its resting place on the shelf. Jack’s
narrowed eyes surveyed the room, his body alert as he assessed the
situation, irritated at the disappearance of the peace he had
experienced only moments before.
Jack’s gaze was drawn to Daniel’s desk, the focal point of the room. It
was a military regulation metal desk; a simple cluttered piece of
furniture was scaring the crap out of him. An inanimate object in a
room full of inanimate objects was sending its siren song to Jack,
wagging its fingers, demanding closer investigation by the Colonel.
Jack paced the length of the desk, annoyed at his inability to
categorize the "wrongness" of this scenario. There was nothing out of
the ordinary about the haphazardly strewn papers, books and folders on
the desk; the coffee cups, empty commissary plates, crumpled Starbucks’
wrappers littering its surface, all were typical indicators of "Daniel
works here." Hel-lo, maybe he'd spoken too soon. Jack’s nostrils
flared, the odour of vomit assaulting him as he approached the furthest
corner of the desk. He leaned forward and warily eyed the garbage can
where it would seem Daniel had recently lost his lunch.
"Gross," Jack grunted as he backtracked to the opposite side of the
desk, his own stomach threatening retaliation if he didn’t immediately
distance himself from the smell.
Jack swallowed a number of times to quell his nausea and for good
measure counted to ten before he picked up the phone, which lay half
buried under books and papers on the archaeologist’s desk. Cradling the
receiver between his left shoulder and chin, Jack punched in the
numbers that would connect him to the infirmary and waited impatiently
for Fraiser to answer. He righted a cup whose contents had spread over
a pile of papers on the desk sighing with exasperation as he pulled a
wad of tissues from the ever-present box.
“Is Dr. Jackson there?’" Jack asked. He had no patience for the
stammering nurse that answered the phone. "Get me Dr. Fraiser," Jack
ordered as he began to blot at the spill of coffee with the tissues
until the papers hidden beneath the cold, brown liquid were revealed.
Oh crap…
With shaking hands Jack severed the connection to the infirmary and
dialled the extension to the final checkpoint.
"Damn it!" Jack bellowed into the receiver, taking no pity on the
airman who bore the brunt of the Colonel’s anger. "Damn it," he
reiterated softly in a voice tinged with anger and sorrow as the airman
informed him for a second time Dr. Jackson had signed out over 90
minutes ago.
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REACHING E'MELOT
“Come to Su’ryala with me, Daniel.”
Daniel’s eyebrows shot upward. This, he heard. “I beg your
pardon? Excuse me, but could you - ” Daniel pulled more
forcefully, and at last, Callum reluctantly released him.
“Come with me,” Callum repeated, seemingly unmindful of the impulsive
nature of his request. He rose from his chair excitedly and began
to pace before Daniel.
“Are you serious?” Daniel also stood and backed away from him,
rubbing his mildly chafed wrists and well aware the other man was
between him and the door.
“There is much to learn,” Callum continued. “I was able to save
most of my library and my artifacts.” He stopped and smiled at
Daniel, enthusiastic over his own suggestion. “They are all quite
fascinating, Daniel. I am certain much of my collection would be
of strategic and historical interest to the Tau’ri.”
“Um, I’m sure it is,” Daniel said evenly. “But you have no
Stargate – er, Chappa’ai. How would you get there?”
Callum did not answer, seemingly lost in thought.
Daniel bit his lip. What the hell was going on here? What
exactly was this man expecting of him? And who was Val?
“May I speak to Councillor Per’sus, please?” he asked, but Callum
wasn’t listening. Daniel watched warily as the man resumed his
animatedly pacing.
“Did you know it is theorized the first Tok’ra was the result of a
blend with a Demadi and a Goa’uld?”
“Er, no.” Daniel scrambled to think. Callum's secrets
aside, this was getting creepy. He needed to get the hell out of
there. “That's fascinating and I'm looking forward to learning
more of your race's history. Um, perhaps some other time. I
just remembered, I have an appointment”, he stammered, trying not to
sound as anxious as he felt. A quick glance up at the security camera
told him it was not operating. Cautiously, he started to edge his
way around the other man and toward the door.
The slight grin on the Tok’ra host’s face told him Callum knew what he
was trying to do. Daniel stopped moving, eyeing his adversary who
simply and eerily continued to talk. “You could learn so much
from my historical archives and could share it with your government.”
“Where’s Councillor - ” Daniel started to desperately demand but before
he could finish his sentence, he felt the edges of his vision begin to
cloud. He stopped and blinked a few times.
“You seek answers about the Demadi, including how we are able to resist
the Goa’uld. This is an opportunity you find irresistible and
you’re considering it.”
“Well, of course I- I'm – considering it,” Daniel said, unnerved.
He swayed momentarily and planted a hand against the wall. “It’s
just I have other... I have - this is - this is not a good - It’s
not, ummm...” Crap. What the hell was he trying to say?
“There is nothing to fear, Daniel.” Callum’s quiet voice was
soothing as it blended into the swirling, tranquil warmth infusing his
thoughts and his apprehensions abruptly retreated into
nothingness. Callum was making a very sensible, reasoned case for
his going with him to his planet. One he should take him up on,
no question. It sounded like a beautiful place, with so much to
see and to learn.
Callum’s voice continued to intone, drifting serenely through the haze,
speaking of the wonders of ancient temple ruins, thousands of years of
Demadi culture, and how the Tok’ra came to be a part of their
civilization. Daniel was becoming more and more captivated by the
idea of acquiring more knowledge about the Demadi. He certainly
couldn’t do it here on Earth; it would be more practical to go
there. He should go. He should. There was no reason
for him not to. Nothing...
But wait, that wasn't right. There was... there was -
What about his team and his responsibilities to the SGC?
What about Jack?
“Everything has been arranged, Daniel. General Hammond is
agreeable to a cultural exchange. We can leave immediately.”
Daniel didn’t question how this man knew what he was thinking.
His mind was suddenly tired and yet moving too fast, crammed with ideas
and theories that could be explored. But it was still
- This was too much, too soon. Hammond had agreed to
this? How? When?
Callum was now standing beside Daniel. He placed his hand on
Daniel's shoulder and suddenly everything became clear. The
General needed him to go with Callum in order to acquire new
information and technologies to defend the Earth against the
Goa’uld. This was important and would only take a few weeks of
his time. And Su’ryala sounded like a wonderful place to relax
and step back from all his troubles here on Earth.
“Come with me to Su’ryala, Daniel. All will be well, you will
see.”
Daniel smiled at Callum, no longer troubled by anything – not the fog
curling tenuously through his thoughts, nor the idea of going to
Callum’s home world. He was feeling very relaxed. And
tired. Very tired. He should probably rest, take a
nap. Yes, a short nap sounded like a good idea...
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RECOLLECTION
Daniel’s
office smells like paper, coffee and stale cookies. Since he’s been
back everyone keeps giving him cookies, as though he won’t leave again
if he gets enough double choc chip and pecan.
They sit in his office rejected and untouched.
I know how they feel.
“Jack, I need some time. I need to remember…”
“So come home with me. I’ll show you everything you need to know.”
I pull Daniel in close, but he steps back and raises his hands in
protest.
“Jack, I don’t just mean about us. I mean everything. Who I am, what I
am, what I’ve done with my life. There’s too much that’s still fuzzy
and I don’t want to make any big decisions until I’ve figured it out
some more.”
“What decisions?” I protest, “You said you remembered enough.
We’re together, Daniel! We love each other...”
Yet
again I see the doubt on his face and I’m sick with disappointment.
It’s been like this ever since he got back; he told me he knew we’d
been together, and I was so relieved, but then it all went wrong. I
just want him home with me where he belongs but he’s pushing me away,
and I can’t stand it. I spent a year trying to keep myself together
with memories of Daniel and how much we loved each other. Teal’c told
me Daniel remembered Sha’re and how much he cared for her. If Daniel
knows we were together, if he remembers us, why doesn’t he want to be
with me?
I turn and walk out of his office, and when he calls me I don’t even
look back.
The next time I see him, we end up on some Asgard ship with a skinny
little grey guy who looks like Thor, and a skinny little pink guy who
looks like me.
So someone else has been living my life for a week? Right now he’s
welcome to it.
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PEARLS ARE FOR
HIS EYES
James had already re-filled the
glass three times and was having no trouble keeping pace.
Daniel's sensuous pleasure in the bourbon was such a turn-on to him, he
needed a little something himself to take the edge off. He was
hard enough to hurt, a sweet ache in his balls, heat in his belly, a
good, familiar pain. There was tingling pleasure for him in the
way his body was slowly tensing in anticipation of the sex.
It more than made up for the
fact Daniel was maddeningly elusive and the only way James was learning
anything about him was by bringing up O'Neill himself. He had to
admit it was paying off.
Daniel was melting, his eyes
closing as he savoured mellow caramel silk sliding down his
throat. He only smiled when he saw James sitting there watching
him, watching now more than he was talking, waiting for the moment he
knew would come. The first hurdle was cleared. Daniel
wasn't freaking because James was attracted to him. He was
packing a serious boner in his jeans and Daniel was as close to him as
before, closer, even. Comfortable.
"Your friend?" James prompted,
keeping his tone light, smiling as Daniel tilted his head to rest
against the cushions heaped behind him.
"Mmm-hmm."
"Why?"
Daniel opened his eyes,
blinking in confusion at this.
"The two of you are?" James
explained incoherently, waving a vague hand, feeling a little of the
bourbon buzz and thinking Daniel's eyes were like sky. Summer
sky. They had just that heat and light.
"Same. Jack 'n'
me. The same."
"Not that I could see."
"Together," Daniel promised,
holding out his glass invitingly.
James poured another generous
shot for them both, his hand and the bottle trembling.
"Always together," Daniel
murmured, his face serene.
"You love him." Of
course Daniel loved him. That was why he put up with O'Neill's
shit the way he did. He just didn't have a clue O'Neill wanted to
bend him over and fuck him blind.
Daniel only smiled.
"Want him?"
"Questions, questions," Daniel
complained, rolling the bourbon in his crystal glass and then
beatifically over his tongue.
"Do you?" James persisted.
"All o' the time. Always
Jack. My friend." Daniel said this with such serene
pleasure it hurt.
"Is he good to you?"
"He's Jack. Jus'
Jack. My Jack." Daniel breathed in the rich scents in his
glass.
"Yours," James sighed
heavily. "Can he kiss you?"
Daniel frowned over this,
pouting.
Swallowing hard, James reached
out to brush his thumb tenderly over the bourbon-sleek lips.
Daniel's fingers stroked over his, slipped a little, then closed around
his hand, took it down to rest on his knee.
"Can Jack kiss you?"
Firm muscle was hot beneath his hand. He was close, so close to
having what he wanted. He felt it. Daniel was close.
"Kiss?" Daniel's tongue slid
savouringly over his lush lower lip. "Mmm." He closed his
eyes, sinking deeper into the embrace of the cushions.
His heart pounding, James slid
off the couch, kneeling before Daniel, resting both hands on his knees.
"Ever wanted a man?" he asked,
breathlessly intense.
"Want?"
"If this was Jack?" James
murmured, transfixed by the radiant face, slowly stroking his hands
back and forth over Daniel's thighs, feeling the thin fabric bunch
beneath his palms and slip easily over sleek muscles. Desire
panged sharp and sullen in his groin. "Jack here with you.
Imagine him."
"Jack."
James spread his fingers,
drawing his thumbs along Daniel's inner thighs. He nudged
Daniel's knees apart, and leaned in between them. "Jack touching
you. Wanting you." He cupped the soft curve between
Daniel's legs, rubbing gently.
Daniel rolled his head against
the cushions, sighing as his cock swelled beneath James's coaxing
hand. "Jaaack," he breathed.
"Want you, Daniel," James
whispered. "Here for you."
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TRIPTYCH
Birth
was the sound of glass splintering.
Birth was the sensation of gravity, establishing its tyranny over all
things in its realm.
Birth was blinding white.
Birth was the taste of flesh on my lips - salty and earthy.
Birth was the smell of sweat, cloth, flesh.
My mind started with a vengeance. But it was trapped inside my
skull, unable to function. Far away I heard a sound, but it
didn't make sense. Something within me told me I was safe, that I
would not be hurt, but I could not reach for it. It just washed
over me along with all the other assaults that flowed over me.
I swam in sensation and could not wake.
I could feel everything that happened to me - hands moving over me,
voices whispering near and far, something that was draped on me before
gravity's tyranny was broken by another. I floated insensate away
from where I had been to somewhere warmer. Light stabbed my eyes,
but the experience was so new, so raw that I could not ignore it.
I couldn't ignore any of the stimuli. I needed to reach these
things.
My mind spiralled in a weird void. Unable to reach out, unable to
articulate, something told me that I needed to move, needed to reach
outside of the confines of my skin and into the world where the stimuli
existed. I could not bridge the gap.
Then, suddenly, everything was shockingly cold, whirling and I felt a
state of non-being familiar and unfamiliar. The cold ended and
new sensations struck me. Just as I was attempting to sort them
out, the world went away completely.
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