Two Guys in Love
Category: Slash, Romance, Epilogue, Established Relationship
Pairing: Jack/Daniel ... and it's all J/D
Season: 5 - May 11, 2002
Spoilers: Seth (minor), Point of No Return, Wormhole X-treme
Size: 12kb, ficlet
Written: April 11-14,17-18,22, 2007
Summary: Jack and Daniel enjoy being just two guys in love.
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers -- not mine, wish they were, especially Daniel, and Jack, too, but they aren't. A gal can dream though!
1) Photo included on the website courtesy of Maureen Middleton.
2) Sometimes, Jack and Daniel speak almost telepathically. Their “silent” words to each other are indicated by asterisks instead of quotes, such as **Jack, we can't.**
3) Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better: Pam, Jodi, Linda, Sara, Claudia!
Two Guys in Love
“Early this morning, approximately 0230, the Kepler space probe
captured this image as it passed by Mars,” Sam began as she briefed her
teammates and General Hammond.
“What is it?” Hammond asked, looking at the image on the screen.
“Well, Sir, at first the people down at JPL thought it was an asteroid, but then they started picking up some strange energy readings. They tracked the object and realized it was changing course and accelerating.”
“Asteroids don't normally do that,” Jack stated.
**I love it when you point out the obvious, Babe,** Daniel communicated via their special silent communication.
**Hey, it's a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it!**
“No Sir,” Sam responded. “The only logical conclusion is that it's a ship.”
“Do we have any way of identifying it?” Hammond asked.
“As a matter of fact, we do. The energy signature is consistent with a technology we've encountered before. A year ago, we found this pod buried in a field near Billings, Montana,” Sam informed, showing them an image of the pod on the screen.
“Martin,” Jack groaned, remembering the alien he and SG-1 had met a year ago.
Martin Lloyd had been part of a group, led by a man called Peter Tanner, who had deserted their home world, which had been losing the war against the Goa'uld. They'd come to Earth for help, only to realize that Earth wasn't advanced enough to assist them.
Out of desperation, the group had abandoned their ship, taking an escape pod to Earth. Martin, however, had decided that they were doing the wrong thing and wanted to return to their planet. To prevent that, Tanner had given him powerful drugs that suppressed his memory.
Unfortunately for them, the drugs hadn't taken a strong enough hold. Martin had contacted Jack, met up with SG-1, and eventually remembered the truth. A subsequent trip to his home world revealed the sad truth that the planet was decimated and uninhabitable.
“What, you mean the little guy with the clothes and the glasses and ... I thought his ship was destroyed?” Daniel asked.
“No, he said they came down in a pod after abandoning the ship. He never said what happened to it after that.”
“Well, if it is his ship, we'd better talk to him because it's on a course for Earth, and it'll be here in three days,” Sam stated seriously.
“Then we must locate Martin Lloyd immediately,” Teal’c stated flatly.
**See! T states the obvious too!** Jack communicated excitedly.
“So, you let them go?” Daniel questioned as he put his keys back in his pants pocket.
It had been a hectic few days. SG-1 discovered that Martin, still unable to cope with his guilt, had eventually decided to retake the amnesia-inducing drugs by choice, knowing that after a certain amount of time, the memory loss would be permanent. He'd begun to enjoy life as a television producer, working on a new science fiction show.
Tanner and his men, on the other hand, had had little peace and were constantly on the run from the NID. As a result, they were eager to leave Earth for good, something which was possible since, before abandoning their ship, they had set a timer, triggering the return of the ship to Earth's orbit on a particular time and date. That date had been today.
Unfortunately, Tanner had a problem. Roughly eighteen months before, Martin Lloyd had taken the mobile communication device needed to rendezvous with the ship. With no memory of the device's true function, Martin was using it as a prop on his show, “Wormhole X-treme.”
Going undercover on the television set as 'Special Advisor' for the Air Force, Jack had finally located the mobile device, only to be confronted by Tanner and his men. However, the confrontation had quickly turned to a plea.
“Colonel, please,” Tanner begged. “You know as well as I do, they're never going to leave us alone.” They turned to see three SUVs full of NID agents arriving on the scene, while their ship to freedom hovered overhead. “There's nothing for us here. It's time for us to go.”
After thinking for a short time, Jack said, “You officially owe me one,” as he handed over the device.
“What about Martin?” one of Tanner's men inquired.
“I believe Martin Lloyd has chosen a new path,” Teal'c intoned.
“Thank you, Colonel,” Tanner expressed. “We won't forget this,” he promised as he and his men disappeared, and their ship flew away.
//End of Flashback//
Now, back in Jack and Daniel's country style home, Daniel had asked about letting Tanner and his men go.
“Yeah. Danny, it's like Martin said way back when -- they aren't bad guys; they were just hiding.” Jack took a breath, then added, “They weren't any different from Teal'c, when you think about it. They'd lost their home. If I had turned them in, they'd be living in confined quarters somewhere, separated, and subject to whatever experiments the NID deemed necessary. I just couldn't do that,” he explained as he sank down into the middle of the sofa, leaning his head all the way back and running his hands down his face.
“Well, I think you did the right thing,” Daniel spoke proudly, disappearing into the kitchen to start brewing his coffee. “Beer?” he called out.
“Yes, please,” Jack agreed.
“I know it wasn't easy to let them go. It's the nature of the military to hold on tight to everything, but what you did was morally right,” the archaeologist opined, returning to the living room and handing Jack his beer.
“Thanks, Love,” Jack spoke appreciatively, taking the already open beer and downing one swig. “Good stuff.”
Daniel chuckled as he sat down, waiting for his coffee to be ready.
“They're just a few guys wanting some peace,” Jack sighed. After taking another, smaller sip of his brew, he asked, “So, how'd you and Carter get out of your predicament?”
Jack hadn't been too happy to discover that Sam and Daniel had been help captive by the NID, but was grateful that the two had managed to turn the tables on their captors.
Daniel chuckled, “Piece of cake, Babe. After Agent Barrett took off, they left this big guy to watch us ... uh, Agent Smith was his name.”
“What'd you do?”
“We sucker punched him,” Daniel answered smugly. “Sam and I got real cozy, and ...”
“You *what*?” Jack barked, leaning forward slightly while twisting around to stare at his life partner.
“Calm down, Jack. We had to lure him in, so we just got close, whispered a few sweet nothings about Jaffa jokes, and that's when he told us to separate.”
“Jaffa jokes?” Jack questioned a bit skeptically.
Daniel smiled and said, “Yeah. Come on, Jack. Basic training here.”
“Stop smirking, and tell me what happened,” the older man requested.
“Well, as I was saying, Agent Smith was more worried about me, so I told him a Jaffa joke.”
“Not the nose drip one?”
“It's the best one I've ever heard,” Daniel stated.
“Come to think of it, me, too,” Jack agreed.
“Well, do you remember our reactions to that joke when Teal'c first told it to us?” Daniel quizzed.
“You ducked behind your cup, drinking coffee, and the rest of us just stared at him,” Jack recalled.
“Exactly, and you didn't get it!” Seeing Jack's continued gaze of confusion, Daniel explained, “Agent Smith was so distracted trying to figure out the punch line, that he kept looking at me. Sam landed a solid blow on his cheek. He fell backwards, and then I grabbed his weapon. The rest is ... history,” he chuckled, putting his right hand into a loose fist, blowing on it for a second, and then rubbing it victoriously against his chest.
“Classic!” Jack smirked. He leaned forward, saying, “I'm proud of you, Danny,” and then kissed the younger man.
“Thank you, Colonel,” Daniel replied lightheartedly.
An hour later, as the lovers sat down for dinner, Daniel asked, “So, Jack, what's it like on a film set?”
“Mad! There was this guy that just kept yelling, ‘*bigger*’ at everyone. The costumes were, uh, interesting, and the actors, sheesh, they are so up their own a...”
“Jack!” Daniel admonished, breaking out into a chuckle.
“No one liked Teal'c's cooking,” Jack mused. “But he took revenge by eating *all* the donuts and then blamed it on the drivers.”
Daniel found that particularly amusing, then whined, “At least you got donuts. Sam is no fun at stakeouts; she refused to get donuts. She said I’ve been hanging around you too much,” he noted with a grin.
“No such thing, Dannyboy.”
“Do you think we've seen the last of Martin?” Daniel asked as he slipped off his shirt, readying for bed.
Jack had already removed his shirt and was in the process of stepping out of his pants when he answered, “I doubt it. He's like a plague -- keeps popping up.”
“What about that ... that TV show?” the younger man questioned about “Wormhole X-treme.”
“It's on cable; won't last more than one episode, three if it's really lucky,” Jack opined. “Danny, enough about aliens, real or otherwise. I just want to think about us.”
Daniel smiled, liking the sound of that. Both men were now wearing just their white undershirts and boxer shorts. They walked to each other and kissed.
“We need to commemorate this special occasion,” Jack said, surprising his lover by walking to the closet.
“Some days are special, Danny, and they need a little extra something,” the older man spoke while searching the top closet shelf for the desired item. “Here we go.”
“Yeah, being at that film studio and watching them create their story, gave me an idea,” Jack spoke, taking the camera and placing it on its tripod. He tested the battery, since it had been a while since he'd last used the camera. “It's time to tell a bit of our story, Angel.” Then he set the timer. “Come here, Love.”
The two men climbed onto their bed. Jack leaned forward a little.
“Uh, what story are we telling?” Daniel asked, not sure how he should pose for the picture.
“That we're simply two guys in love. Just look at the camera, and let it capture ... us,” Jack instructed.
“Just two guys in love,” Daniel spoke softly. Smiling, he placed his arms around his soulmate's neck, then leaned his head against Jack's shoulder. “I like that.”
As Jack smiled, Daniel told their story with his eyes -- Jack and Daniel, just two guys in love.
After the camera flashed, Jack lay his willing lover down on the bed and kissed him soundly. He couldn't resist it, and, feeling Daniel's eager length harden against his own, he yelled out, “*Bigger*!”
Both men collapsed into a fit of giggles.
“Why, th...thank you, Babe,” Daniel gasped. “Nice to s...see you're pointing out the ob...obvious again!”
At that moment, the camera flashed again, capturing the two men laughing heartily in each other's arms.
No doubt about it -- it was Jack and Daniel, just two guys in love.
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