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waldos_writingsTitle: From the Unofficial Reports of Colonel Jack O'Neill - Emancipation
Posted on or about: August 11, 2000
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, eventually
Word Count: 1473
Summary: "If anyone ever knew I was doing this, I would have them taken out and shot." Jack takes a page from Daniel.
Two missions, back to back. First Spiked-Punch world, and then Carter on a tear.
It’s nice to be home for a few days. Daniel’s upstairs pretending to sleep, but I know better at this point. He’s still acting weird about what happened on P3A-595 and it’s been almost a week.
For crying out loud, I apologized for embarrassing him. You’d think the boy had never had sex before, or something. I didn’t mean to freak him out. So he had a wet dream. Big deal. So did I. I was just quieter about it and I woke up first. Must have been something in the drinks there. Just what we don’t need - interplanetary roofies. But everything worked out in the end. No harm, no foul, right? Hell, actually it was kind of nice. I’ve always liked waking up that way... feeling kind of mellow and relaxed... a little dizzy if it was really good. And whoever the hell I was dreaming about was really good. My head was spinning and I had this dopey grin on my face when Daniel opened his eyes. Probably not the best time for me deal with sensitive issues... I was feeling a little flighty. And Daniel really didn’t seem to appreciate the similar states we were in.
Hm... I wonder if he even realizes we were in similar states.
I have a feeling Daniel would be shocked to his socks if he realized how impersonal and commonplace things like wetdreams and masturbation are in the military. We just ... don’t care if people know for the most part. If you can, you give a guy a little privacy. If you walk in on something, you go ‘oops’ and walk out. If you get a boner in the shower you act like you’re proud of it - cause if you act embarrassed you’re going to catch hell.
If I ever get him drunk enough, I’ll explain to him about the posts I’ve been on where privacy was just impossible, so more often than not, you lent a hand. And hoped someone would lend you one. I don’t think that’s information he’d handle real well sober. Besides, he’s a cheap date and a cute drunk.
Speaking of cheap dates... I’ve tried to get him out of the house more when we have a day or two off. The football game was an absolute flop. I had a blast, but Daniel... well, he never actually complained, but he looked confused as hell from beginning to end. Something tells me he wasn’t exactly the starting quarterback type in high school.
I did have one good idea. When Sara and I were married, she was big into being a museum patron and we got invited to all kinds of dumb events. Well apparently the last time she signed up for the Denver Historical Society she signed up as “Mr. and Mrs. Jack O’Neill”, so a lot of the mail still gets directed to me. Most of it I forward on, because I honestly couldn’t give a damn, but when that invitation to that Egyptian art ...thing... came...
It was fun. More fun than I’ll ever admit to Daniel. He thinks I was there looking to be sure they hadn’t dug up any Goa’uld technology that might have been left behind. I’ve gotten pretty good at letting people think they’ve figured out some sort of secret I’m keeping. It keeps them from discovering my real motives. It’s an art form and Daniel’s a total sucker for it. I couldn’t tell him that I was sick of watching him hole up in his room at night afraid that if he made some sound, some false step, I’d bounce him out onto the street. He needs to get out and get a life. And as much as I like having the company, I think it’s time to help the kid find an apartment. He’s just too nervous here. He was okay at first, but weirdly enough he’s gotten worse the longer he stays here, like he’s afraid he’s wearing out his welcome or something.
Or he’s afraid to let himself get comfortable.
I wonder what’s the longest time he’s stayed in one place. I mean, his parents were archeologists so he was all over the world with them, then he got shuffled around through the foster system, then schools, then digs, then more schools, then Abydos... now here. He definitely needs a place of his own. Which is too bad in a way.
Case in point: he’s been testy as hell ever since that night with the spiked punch on that planet. Daniel’s not keen on eye contact in general, but he absolutely refuses to look at me now, and it’s been almost a week. I think part of it might be we really don’t get a lot of time away from each other. We work together and we live together. He doesn’t have a whole lot of chances to just get away from it all.
He thinks he’s playing it cool, but I have news for him. A week ago he and Carter wouldn’t have damn near come to blows in the gateroom over our ‘purpose for being out there.’
Maybe I should have just said nothing that night. I was just trying to let him know that it was okay for things like that to happen. Hell if I’d been married to Sha’re, I’d have dreams like that too. She sure was an assertive little bugger - that kiss she gave Daniel before he showed us the stargate map... I thought she was going to suck up a major organ or something. Given the culture she comes from, it’s a bit surprising she’d be that... bold... but then again I think if she had to wait for Daniel to make the first move, she’d be waiting an awfully long time. Eh. More power to her. Assertive women are sexy as hell.
Of course there’s ‘assertive’ and there’s ‘Assertive’. I damn near kicked Carter’s ass the 90,000 light years home from that Mongol camp. I’m all for equal rights, but to cause a - literally - planetary incident over something that was none of our business? Daniel might be surprised to find I’m on his side on this one, which would just make Carter think it was a men vs. women thing. But we don’t have time to run around the universe trying to make everyone happy. The Goa’uld’s are gonna kick all our asses and then no one’s gonna be happy regardless of what their chromosomes look like.
She’s still not speaking to me unless she has to - still upset over being ordered to wear that dress. I didn’t know what they’d put her in when I told her to cooperate - that was their doing, not mine. Not that I was complaining, mind you. I thought Daniel was going to faint. I get the impression he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with women. It ought to make roaming around the galaxy with him interesting.
I figure if I do this right, I can piss Teal’c off on the next mission and then none of them will be talking to me. Maybe we just need more time together. Maybe I’ll have everyone out for a bbq or something next week. With Carter and Daniel holing up in labs every free minute they have and Teal’c trying to learn everything he can about earth and teach everything he can about Gou’ulds... no wonder we can’t seem to find any kind of cohesion. Definitely need to have a little group outing, get us all to relax. Besides, I promised to show Teal’c this planet. Why not start with my own house?
Changing the subject entirely, Daniel has amazing bullshitting skills. For a guy who can’t lie to me about how he sleeps at night, he can fool the natives pretty easily. I guess there’s an advantage to knowing all the fairy tales ever invented. When he started telling that Turbin guy that Carter was a Shaman and Chieftain, I about fell over laughing, but that clown bought it. And in the end, it kept me from having to give Carter a direct order that would have guaranteed that she never talked to me again. I know she’s been fighting the ‘boys-club’ mentality of the military since she signed up, but she and I have *got* to have a talk about exactly what battles we pick as we go trooping through this Stargate of ours.
Damn, it’s getting late. I think even Daniel’s turned the light off. We have two more days off before our next off-world mission, but I have to debrief the two other teams that are coming back tomorrow, since Hammond is in Washington for a few days. Yea. Rocks and trees... Can’t wait.
Posted on or about: August 11, 2000
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, eventually
Word Count: 1473
Summary: "If anyone ever knew I was doing this, I would have them taken out and shot." Jack takes a page from Daniel.
It’s nice to be home for a few days. Daniel’s upstairs pretending to sleep, but I know better at this point. He’s still acting weird about what happened on P3A-595 and it’s been almost a week.
For crying out loud, I apologized for embarrassing him. You’d think the boy had never had sex before, or something. I didn’t mean to freak him out. So he had a wet dream. Big deal. So did I. I was just quieter about it and I woke up first. Must have been something in the drinks there. Just what we don’t need - interplanetary roofies. But everything worked out in the end. No harm, no foul, right? Hell, actually it was kind of nice. I’ve always liked waking up that way... feeling kind of mellow and relaxed... a little dizzy if it was really good. And whoever the hell I was dreaming about was really good. My head was spinning and I had this dopey grin on my face when Daniel opened his eyes. Probably not the best time for me deal with sensitive issues... I was feeling a little flighty. And Daniel really didn’t seem to appreciate the similar states we were in.
Hm... I wonder if he even realizes we were in similar states.
I have a feeling Daniel would be shocked to his socks if he realized how impersonal and commonplace things like wetdreams and masturbation are in the military. We just ... don’t care if people know for the most part. If you can, you give a guy a little privacy. If you walk in on something, you go ‘oops’ and walk out. If you get a boner in the shower you act like you’re proud of it - cause if you act embarrassed you’re going to catch hell.
If I ever get him drunk enough, I’ll explain to him about the posts I’ve been on where privacy was just impossible, so more often than not, you lent a hand. And hoped someone would lend you one. I don’t think that’s information he’d handle real well sober. Besides, he’s a cheap date and a cute drunk.
Speaking of cheap dates... I’ve tried to get him out of the house more when we have a day or two off. The football game was an absolute flop. I had a blast, but Daniel... well, he never actually complained, but he looked confused as hell from beginning to end. Something tells me he wasn’t exactly the starting quarterback type in high school.
I did have one good idea. When Sara and I were married, she was big into being a museum patron and we got invited to all kinds of dumb events. Well apparently the last time she signed up for the Denver Historical Society she signed up as “Mr. and Mrs. Jack O’Neill”, so a lot of the mail still gets directed to me. Most of it I forward on, because I honestly couldn’t give a damn, but when that invitation to that Egyptian art ...thing... came...
It was fun. More fun than I’ll ever admit to Daniel. He thinks I was there looking to be sure they hadn’t dug up any Goa’uld technology that might have been left behind. I’ve gotten pretty good at letting people think they’ve figured out some sort of secret I’m keeping. It keeps them from discovering my real motives. It’s an art form and Daniel’s a total sucker for it. I couldn’t tell him that I was sick of watching him hole up in his room at night afraid that if he made some sound, some false step, I’d bounce him out onto the street. He needs to get out and get a life. And as much as I like having the company, I think it’s time to help the kid find an apartment. He’s just too nervous here. He was okay at first, but weirdly enough he’s gotten worse the longer he stays here, like he’s afraid he’s wearing out his welcome or something.
Or he’s afraid to let himself get comfortable.
I wonder what’s the longest time he’s stayed in one place. I mean, his parents were archeologists so he was all over the world with them, then he got shuffled around through the foster system, then schools, then digs, then more schools, then Abydos... now here. He definitely needs a place of his own. Which is too bad in a way.
Case in point: he’s been testy as hell ever since that night with the spiked punch on that planet. Daniel’s not keen on eye contact in general, but he absolutely refuses to look at me now, and it’s been almost a week. I think part of it might be we really don’t get a lot of time away from each other. We work together and we live together. He doesn’t have a whole lot of chances to just get away from it all.
He thinks he’s playing it cool, but I have news for him. A week ago he and Carter wouldn’t have damn near come to blows in the gateroom over our ‘purpose for being out there.’
Maybe I should have just said nothing that night. I was just trying to let him know that it was okay for things like that to happen. Hell if I’d been married to Sha’re, I’d have dreams like that too. She sure was an assertive little bugger - that kiss she gave Daniel before he showed us the stargate map... I thought she was going to suck up a major organ or something. Given the culture she comes from, it’s a bit surprising she’d be that... bold... but then again I think if she had to wait for Daniel to make the first move, she’d be waiting an awfully long time. Eh. More power to her. Assertive women are sexy as hell.
Of course there’s ‘assertive’ and there’s ‘Assertive’. I damn near kicked Carter’s ass the 90,000 light years home from that Mongol camp. I’m all for equal rights, but to cause a - literally - planetary incident over something that was none of our business? Daniel might be surprised to find I’m on his side on this one, which would just make Carter think it was a men vs. women thing. But we don’t have time to run around the universe trying to make everyone happy. The Goa’uld’s are gonna kick all our asses and then no one’s gonna be happy regardless of what their chromosomes look like.
She’s still not speaking to me unless she has to - still upset over being ordered to wear that dress. I didn’t know what they’d put her in when I told her to cooperate - that was their doing, not mine. Not that I was complaining, mind you. I thought Daniel was going to faint. I get the impression he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with women. It ought to make roaming around the galaxy with him interesting.
I figure if I do this right, I can piss Teal’c off on the next mission and then none of them will be talking to me. Maybe we just need more time together. Maybe I’ll have everyone out for a bbq or something next week. With Carter and Daniel holing up in labs every free minute they have and Teal’c trying to learn everything he can about earth and teach everything he can about Gou’ulds... no wonder we can’t seem to find any kind of cohesion. Definitely need to have a little group outing, get us all to relax. Besides, I promised to show Teal’c this planet. Why not start with my own house?
Changing the subject entirely, Daniel has amazing bullshitting skills. For a guy who can’t lie to me about how he sleeps at night, he can fool the natives pretty easily. I guess there’s an advantage to knowing all the fairy tales ever invented. When he started telling that Turbin guy that Carter was a Shaman and Chieftain, I about fell over laughing, but that clown bought it. And in the end, it kept me from having to give Carter a direct order that would have guaranteed that she never talked to me again. I know she’s been fighting the ‘boys-club’ mentality of the military since she signed up, but she and I have *got* to have a talk about exactly what battles we pick as we go trooping through this Stargate of ours.
Damn, it’s getting late. I think even Daniel’s turned the light off. We have two more days off before our next off-world mission, but I have to debrief the two other teams that are coming back tomorrow, since Hammond is in Washington for a few days. Yea. Rocks and trees... Can’t wait.