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New Fic: Reality

Reality
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated:  PG-13
Category: Vignette, Daniel/Jack established slash implied, but nothing graphic at all - just cohabitation.
Season:  Any.
Spoilers:  None.
Summary:  Real relationships ain’t like the movies, kid.
Note: This was written about two years ago. It was the result of my reading one too many stories in which Daniel Jackson is turned into a fluffy, fuzzy caricature in regards to his relationship with Jack O’Neill, a conversation with a friend, and a song. I wrote it especially for this friend, as a comfort, but I’ve finally decided to share it, because, well, why not? And here we are. Just a little slice of life fic.

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Daniel Jackson slammed the door of his study and yanked open a drawer in his desk before flopping into his chair. He grabbed his Creative Zen MP3 player from the drawer and turned it on with far more force than was needed, then jammed his headphones into his ears. This wasn’t something he did often, but sometimes even he needed to plug in and tune out.

Especially when Jack O'Neill pissed him off.

Mightily.

Jack had “suggested” that Daniel move his stuff out of one of the hall closets of the house they shared to make room for his hockey equipment.

Daniel had laughed at Jack and told him in no uncertain terms that that simply wasn't going to happen. In Daniel’s world, Jack's hockey crap belonged in the garage or the basement or anywhere else. And he couldn’t help but point out that in addition to the closet they shared in the main bedroom, Jack already had the big closet in the spare bedroom all to himself. It was only fair that Daniel have one of his own, too. The hall closet was small, but suited him well for storage of his books and art and things that just didn't fit anywhere else.

Daniel scrolled through his playlists to select a song. His eyes suddenly lit upon something that suited his mood perfectly, and he smiled.

He selected the song.

He turned it all the way up.

He then proceeded to completely ignore Jack O'Neill, who was swearing loudly in the hallway and who was locked out of his study for good reason.

As the music began, Daniel's head began to bob, his smile grew, and he felt better.

"Head like a hole. Black as your soul. I'd rather die, than give you control!"

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pinkyridz
Sep. 13th, 2009 01:38 pm (UTC)
LOL = Love it, just love it! What was the song?
jackwabbit
Sep. 13th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks!

The song is by Nine Inch Nails, and it's perfect for a foul mood!

God money, I'll do anything for you.
God money, just tell me what you want me to.
God money, nail me up against the wall.
The god of money don't want everything he wants it all.

No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me

Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.

God money's not looking for the cure.
God money's not concerned about the sick among the pure.
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
The god of money's not one to choose

No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me

Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.

Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.

Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve,
You're going to get what you deserve.
lemonpiefirefly
Oct. 20th, 2009 07:12 pm (UTC)
Ah, angst.
I had the tape of Pretty Hate Machine.
I rewound and replayed this song so many times during a 4-day period in freshman year that you'd think you could see clear through the tape afterward.

I also to this day have to do the entire song "Down in it" out loud whenever I hear it, 'cause crazy rap is fun ;)

*throws ill-advised gang-like sign that even Vanilla Ice wouldn't be caught dead doing for fear it would 'wreck his street cred'"*

PS typo?

He then proceeded to completely ignore Jack O'Neill, who _WAS?_ swearing loudly in the hallway and who was locked out of his study for good reason.
or
He then proceeded to completely ignore Jack O'Neill, swearing loudly in the hallway and locked out of his study for good reason.
jackwabbit
Nov. 16th, 2009 04:34 pm (UTC)
Typo fixed and thanks! (Long delayed action, but better late than never, right?)
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