Title: Raindrops
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Seven
Category: Vignette
Spoilers: None
Pairing/Character: Jack/Daniel
Summary: With the rain come new discoveries.
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: The non-stop rain we've had all day inspired
this.
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The raindrops splatter onto
his cheeks, merging into little rivers that pool at the tip of his chin. He's
breathless – wide-eyed – oblivious to the sheets of water that are pounding
onto him.
Jack recognizes that face.
He's seen it many times before – at the SGC, off-world, and now on the porch to
his house. It's the type of face that literally could launch a thousand ships,
or some other cliché. Daniel had discovered something great – something that
could change things forever.
"I understand it,
now," he says, the tremor in his voice nearly betraying the excitement
shining in his eyes.
Jack understands it, too.
Daniel's glasses start to fog.
Quietly, Jack reaches outward
and slips them off his face. He watches as a stray raindrop trickles down
Daniel's nose and splashes onto his lower lip. Fascinated, Jack notices the
raindrop quiver, hovering on the threshold. He touches Daniel's cheek and
lightly brushes his finger over the moist lip, chasing away the droplet with
the pad of his thumb. Daniel sighs as Jack's fingers move to graze his jaw.
Jack knows that soon Daniel
will open the flood gates and all hell will break lose. But Jack didn't need
his words. Jack could live in the moment.
Keeping his hand on Daniel's
cheek, Jack offers him refuge by raising his eyebrows and speaking in a soft
but firm voice. "Show me."
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