Rivestra's Ramblings

I seem to be trolling Comment fic a bit lately. Today's theme is the apocalypse, and if you you know me at all, you know that was gonna be hard for me to resist!

ami_ven asked for Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, they were off-world when it happened.

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It had taken them 5 weeks to find a way to reach the Alpha site and, now that they'd made it, Sam wished they hadn't.

It was too late for that, of course, too late to un-see the hastily strewn crates of counteragent, the biohazard symbol glaring up at her from every flat surface, warnings in every language Daniel knew - knows - plastered to every side of every crate, loose pamphlets fluttering in the wind.

It was too late to unsee the ruins of the gate, too late to unknow those last frantic hours on the other side, the mad scramble for evacuation turning to despair and containment and destruction.

She knew she'd never be able to unhear the General's wail, his broken sobs, or to unfeel the hot flow of his tears as they soaked through to her skin, or the desperate press of his face into her belly and the spastic clutch of his hands on her thighs...

Sam cradled Jack's head in her hands, her fingers carding firmly through his hair. She turned her face away from the rubble of the gate, down the trail toward the alpha site and into the wind.

Eventually, it would dry her tears.

Title: Dialects of Jack
Author: rivestra
Rating: R for possessive sex
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Length: 1,160 words, complete
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners

Summary: A long time ago Daniel's compass shifted. His true north always points to Jack.

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A long time ago Daniel's compass shifted. His true north always points to Jack.

This means Jack is the first thing Daniel sees when he careens through the wormhole behind Cam and just ahead of the P4X124's missiles. It means Daniel catches Jack's look before he locks it down, that he sees concern flash to outrage before it's plastered over with Jack's patented military cool.

It means Daniel has enough of a head start to get between Cam and the General. He stands up tall and whole between them, refusing to allow the screaming from his ankle to manifest as a limp. Jack's eyes are a tangible force as they sweep Daniel's body and Daniel sags a little when they let him go, stepping quickly away to let the General pass.

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This is entirely amara_m 's fault. She asked for "Cameron Mitchell, naked, on his knees, metal collar, metal restraints at wrists, ankles, thighs, blindfolded, waiting to be claimed." How, I ask you, is it even possible not to go there?

::sighs from happy place::

::shares::

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Cameron waited. The lights were bright even through the leather blindfold and they painted his skin with heat where it was exposed.

Which was pretty much everywhere.

He tried to kneel back, but as he did the metal cuffs bit into his thighs, painfully tight against his flexing muscles. Cam straightened back up too quickly and nearly overbalanced, unable to catch himself easily because of the steel bars spreading him at ankle, wrist and thigh. The metal and chains clinked as he fumbled himself back upright, but the noise wasn't enough to conceal the flurry of interest from the crowd above him.

( Onward )