A Little Night Music

Author:  Orrymain
Category:  Slash, Drama, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Pairing:  Jack/Daniel ... and it's all J/D
Rating:  PG-13
Season:  2 - December 31, 1998 - January 1, 1999
Spoilers:  None
Size:  12kb, ficlet
Written:  December 25-26, 2017
Summary:  Jack and Daniel ring in the new year in their own special way.
Disclaimer:  Usual disclaimers -- not mine, wish they were, especially Daniel, and Jack, too, but they aren't.  A gal can dream though!
1) This fic stands alone, but it does reference my other fic(s):  “Auld Lang Syne”

A Little Night Music
by Orrymain

Daniel awoke from his slumber, one brought on by an intense round of lovemaking with Jack, who was still asleep.  The archaeologist reached over and retrieved the brand new plush blue robe made of Turkish cotton that his lover gave him for Christmas.  It was wonderfully warm and felt so smooth against the skin.

“You're not in Egypt anymore, Danny,” Jack had told him on Christmas Day.  “You'll need this to keep you warm.”

“I thought you were going to keep me warm.”

Daniel chuckled lightly as he slipped on the robe while recalling Jack's response of, “Daniel, when I'm here, *I* will keep you so warm, your buns will be burning, but when we're apart, this will be my proxy.  You can feel me whenever you wear it.”

His chuckles turned to need, but Daniel calmed himself.  He wanted a few minutes to himself, to process the changes in his life.  Jack was right, though.  Daniel could feel his Love in the robe.  It was like being encircled by Jack's arms and that helped him to give him comfort.

Daniel entered the living room of his apartment and gradually made his way to the door that led out to the small balcony.  He considered opening it, but the chill would be too great.  Instead, he stopped at stared.  He wasn't really looking at anything and what he saw was in his mind.  He could see images from the past, from his youth as a boy genius stuck in foster care to his educational quests and even last year, which made him smile as he remembered Jack taking him to a cabin in Colorado that he frequented.

The archaeologist remembered a night in the county home, sitting up in a bed with a lumpy mattress.  It was cold and only a few dim lights allowed him to see.  He saw himself staring around at other beds, some empty, some not.  He hadn't a friend in the world that night.  There was no human warmth in the place.  It was New Year's Eve.  It was just another lonely night.

Next, Daniel, a student at the University of Chicago, contemplated the structure of an artifact displayed in one of his classes.  It was Egyptian, and that got him thinking about the pyramids.  Something was wrong with the history he'd learned and Daniel was determined to figure it out, especially on that night, when outside he could hear the sounds of couples in love and friends talking about the joy of a new year.  He was alone, though.  There was no human warmth for him in his dorm.  It was New Year's Eve.  It was just another lonely night.

Daniel drew a large breath and closed his eyes when the next image appeared.  It was the end of 1997, the last day, when Jack showed up, like he often did, and spirited him away for some crazy surprise.  He vividly observed seeing the cabin and sitting on a bench, waving a sparkler and talking about the lyrics of the song typically sung when one year transitioned to the next.  There was warmth in the place.  It was New Year's Eve, but that time, for the first time in way-too-many years, it wasn't just another lonely night.

Last year was a nice interlude for the scientist and a rarity.  He didn't expect a repeat, even with the shift in his and Jack's relationship.  In actuality, Daniel intended on spending the last day of 1998 alone, mulling over some ideas about how to integrate his department at Stargate Command with the military teams, something that was a problem from the start of the Program.  He brought home a translation to work on as well and, because of the long weekend that SG-1 was given, he even brought to his apartment some reference books.  Earth was making new allies monthly, and Daniel needed to learn more languages and hone up on ones previously mastered so he could always be ready.  He never knew what language might be of use on a mission.

Jack was shocked to learn of his lover's plans.  He assumed they would spend every minute of the changing of the years together.  When he showed up at Daniel's apartment, he could see the surprise on the archaeologist's face.

“I can't believe you're surprised,” Jack had expressed incredulously when he entered the eighth-floor apartment.

“I just ... I mean, I, uh ...”

Jack silenced the fears and insecurities by kissing his Love and taking him to bed for multiple rounds of complete satisfaction before sleep took both men.

Everything was new to Daniel, the feelings of safety and being loved, not to mention his guilt and concerns for his wife, Sha're, who was a prisoner of the Goa'uld, forced to play host to Apophis' queen.  His mind was full of conflicting emotions and as he stood facing the emptiness of the night sky, all he wanted was to have that special feeling again, the one where his lover's presence both made him tingle and took away the pain of the past, at least temporarily.

“Gawd, yes,” Daniel heard himself say.  “Jack?”

“Who else would be standing here, holding you, and doing this,” the colonel stated as he kissed Daniel's nape.  His arms wrapped around Daniel's waist and held him tight.  “Are you okay, Danny?”

“I'm ... it's just so new, Jack.”


“W...well, yes, but, uh, that's not exactly what I mean.”

“Tell me.”

“Right now what I'm feeling is, uh ... it's ... I mean, I'm not ... alone.”

“Nope.  I'm right here.”

“And that's what I want.”

“Góod,” Jack replied with a smile.

“But it's not what I mean, either.”

Jack gently turned his soulmate to face him.  They'd been together as a couple for a mere six months.  Not only was their romantic relationship new, but so was the experience of being coupled with another man.  Neither thought of themselves as a homosexual; rather, they were simply two men who fell in love and their lover happened to be male, too.  Strange, exciting, sensual, curious: that's only a few of the things their love was as it continued to grow with each second of time.

“When you're ready,” Jack stated simply.  “In the meantime ...”

Naked as a jaybird, Jack walked over and turned on a favorite radio station that was playing appropriate music for the ringing in of the new year.  He returned to his Love and enveloped him as they danced quietly.

“A little night music?” Daniel whispered as his head rested on Jack's shoulder.

“Music feeds the soul.  It says a lot,” Jack responded.  “You should know that.”

“I should?” Daniel asked as he pulled his head back to look into Jack's chocolate brown eyes.

“Danny, you have a piano, which I've never heard you play, but I have to figure if you have the thing, you must like music and understand how it touches us, deep down.”

“Maybe,” Daniel agreed as he returned his head to the comforting spot of before.

The couple danced quietly, listening to the music, more of their beating hearts than the instruments filtering through the radio.  They could do this, just be together without the need for words.  When the time was right, one would speak, like Daniel was finally ready to do now.

“I've always been so lonely,” Daniel confided out of the blue.  “New Year's is for couples, Jack, or families.  I've always buried myself in school or work to avoid any part of it.  It's been a ... a cold holiday for as long as I can remember.”

Jack stopped dancing and moved his hands to caress Daniel's cheeks.  He stared into the blue eyes that could fill the oceans of the world and smiled.

The younger man felt the safety and security of his partner's presence and it made him think about the gift he was wearing.  He associated the two, Jack and the robe, with love and comfort.

“I love the robe, Jack.  It does remind me of you now.”

“Angel, forget the robe.  You have me for as long as you'll have me.  I love you.”

“I love you, too, and I ... I don't feel lonely this year, and that seems a little ...”


“... unusual; strange even.”  The shaggy-haired man paused and with more strength in his tone said, “But it's a happy strange, Jack.  It's a good place.  Loneliness is being blank and devoid of feeling.”

“And you don't feel that way this year.”

With a smile, Daniel returned, “I don't feel that way when you hold me.  Hold me, Jack.  Please hold me.”

Jack pulled Daniel back in to a tender yet secure embrace.  They danced again, slowly, the dance more of a moving hug.  It was a peaceful moment that gave their souls pleasure.  Then they heard the countdown over the radio until the proverbial ball dropped and the live coverage of a party resulted in “Auld Lang Syne” being sung.

“Happy New Year, Angel.”

“Happy New Year, Jack.”

The lovers kissed and soon their bodies demanded more.  They returned to the bedroom and the serenity of the sheets where they again expressed their joy and longing through their bodies, becoming one physically and emotionally.  It was 1999 and Jack and Daniel hoped it was only the beginning of their forever together.

~~Finis - Finished - Done - The End - But is it ever Really?~~

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