Title: Brown Eyes
Author: Joolz
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Category: Pre-slash, angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Season/Spoilers:
Early 1st season, spoilers for The Movie, CtoG
Notes: This could totally be Gen, too, depending on
how you read it. I just have my
preferences as to where it should go from here. Not beta’d.
Summary: Daniel tries to understand what those brown
eyes are trying to tell him.
Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing with
them.
Warnings: none
Brown
Eyes
By Joolz
I don’t know
exactly how I’m supposed to react, or even if I’m supposed to react. How should I know what’s going on in his
head? What does he expect?
Right, I’m not
being fair. He’s not the one who’s
confused here, I am. It’s not like Jack
has ever said anything or really given any indication that there’s something
particular to respond to. He’s been
unflaggingly supportive, patient and professional. It’s just this feeling I have that there’s more, something
important that’s not being said out loud.
It’s this look he
gives me. Sometimes I turn to him and
find his eyes already on me. As much as
I’ve tried to figure it out, I can’t read that expression. All I know is that it makes my breath
catch.
Well, that’s an
astounding piece of scientific analysis, isn’t it? Doctor Jackson just has a feeling. I’d have as much success writing that up for a journal as I did
the last few pieces I submitted. Doctor
Jackson thinks that Egyptian civilization might be five or six thousand years
older than everybody thought.
Or how about
this? Doctor Jackson thinks the symbols
in the cartouche room might be really important.
So I was right
about both those things. Was being
right worth destroying all my professional relationships? Was being right worth leaving my wife alone
to be…taken?
Yeah, Doctor
Jackson acts on his hunches and loses everything that matters. A track record that inspires
confidence. And I was more certain
about those things than I am about this.
This is just…a feeling.
So let’s look at it
again. At what point did I notice
Jack? On that first trip through the
‘Gate, he hadn’t really registered in my consciousness yet. Super-macho military type. Not much to notice there. I needed him in order to do what I wanted to
do, nothing more. How wrong those first
impressions can be.
It wasn’t long
before I figured out that under the beret and automatic there was a man named
Jack, who was perhaps the most rigidly self-controlled person I’d ever
met. But you know what they say, the
more tightly you try to hold something the more it slips through your fingers.
That’s what it was
like with him. Totally against his will
there were little cracks in his defenses.
In his eyes I saw flashes of compassion and humor, and intriguingly,
pain. There were ten thousand year old
Egyptian gods and a completely unique culture requiring my attention, but there
was something about Jack that stood out in the midst of it all.
I wonder if anyone
could tell that I was about to vomit when I was walking toward Jack, on his
knees and helpless, with a deadly weapon in my hand. In front of thousands of people I could feel his eyes drinking me
in. I think that upchuck impulse was
what finally came out through my hands as I shot to kill. There was a part of my brain that could see
those nameless guards as non-entities, not real, not dying. But not Jack. He was so real to me that his dying was not even a possibility. I guess I had died for him once already, it
was a small step to kill for him. After
that we fell into place with each other.
But even so, it
wasn’t like I really knew him. I felt a
twinge of regret when he went back through to Earth, sad to see that small
connection break, but in truth I was so wrapped up in the excitement of my new
life that I didn’t give it much thought.
I’d never had a relationship like the one with fiery, passionate
Shau’ri. That would have been enough to
distract me completely, all on its own.
But on top of that there was so much to study. My brain whirled non-stop for months just taking it all in.
It wasn’t until
the sudden desperation of culture-shock hit that I stopped long enough to even
remember a man named Jack. At that
point he was mainly in my mind because he had been to Abydos and Earth, both. As much as Shau’ri and the others loved me
and gave to me open-heartedly, they couldn’t, no matter how much they tried,
ever know who Doctor Jackson was.
I was caught
between the two worlds, the two me’s, and there were precious few people in the
universe who could even begin to know what that meant. Jack O’Neill was perhaps the only person who
had ever seen both, and I found myself explaining to him in my head what I was
experiencing and learning. It was
important that Jack understand. I guess
it was my way of coping with the thought that there was no going back. Talking to Jack helped me feel less
isolated.
When the Kleenex
box came through the Stargate I sat down in the sand and hugged it, tears in my
eyes. I knew it had come from
Jack. It wasn’t until that moment that
I fully realized how much he meant to me.
Yes, I was probably projecting my homesickness onto him, but I wanted
more than anything to see him again.
Even now
everything that happened after that is kind of a blur. Re-establishing contact with Earth was an
incredible high. Then my entire life
was ripped away in one moment.
Shau’ri. There wasn’t even time to grieve. She was just gone, a chunk of my soul hacked
off. Then I turned and walked away from
Abydos, another piece cut out. I
stepped from there into the military world, not Earth, really. Funny how I had conveniently forgotten what
that meant. Another layer of
culture-shock did nothing to heal my lacerated life.
At some point amid
the planning and arguing and the first missions through the ‘Gate, amid trying
to fit into this hybrid military team, amid the devastating longing for
Shau’ri, amid the next round of vending machine/automobile culture-shock, I
found Jack again.
I found myself
watching him. I noticed how much he had
changed from the macho military man I had known before. Somewhere along the line he’d stopped
holding himself so tightly, and now he was right out there for anyone to
see. Not that most people did see him,
but I could. I saw that he was
struggling to rebuild his life, just like I was. He never expected me to pull myself together and get over it, but
he was a model of how to be strong and persevere. He was a lifeline. Once
again it seemed like he was the only person in the universe who could
understand.
This was also
about the time that I started to notice him watching me. I thought at first that it was his sense of
team-leader responsibility, but there was something in those coffee brown eyes
when he looked at me that wasn’t there with other people.
But what? That’s the question that’s driving me
crazy. I wish Jack O’Neill’s eyes came
with an instruction manual. Given
adequate training I’m certain I could read them, but unfortunately it doesn’t
work that way. It seems that his eyes
read me like a book, while I haven’t even learned the alphabet yet.
In a way I can
understand that. Now I’m the one
holding myself too tightly, and he can see the bits slipping through my
fingers. And I need that so much. God, I need him to understand. Sometimes when I’m lying awake at night,
drowning in loss and fear for the future, I see his eyes. They’re like a promise. I cling to them desperately, because they
contain the only hope I can find.
Even though he in
no way demands it, I feel like I should respond somehow. What would I say? Thank you, please don’t stop looking at me? He confuses me, but I need him more than I
ever have. How can you possibly talk
about that?
But I want to
know. What does he see when he looks at
me? Does he really understand? Does he want something from me? Does he, maybe, need me, too? If I
stopped holding on, would he catch me?
I almost think he would.
Ah, but my hunches
always turn out so well. What could I
possibly hope to gain by letting myself…what?
I don’t even know what I want his eyes to be saying. Maybe if I just let myself…loosen… just a
little bit. Just with him. Just to see.
Maybe I would
finally be home.
End
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