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Compromised, Stargate, OT4

So, I'm playing a little hooky from writing the book. By, er, writing something else. *g*

Compromised
He can't imagine this room empty. A coda to Endgame.


Compromised
by shalott

"We thought we'd stop by." Daniel's carrying a paper bag from the liquor store. Carter's got the groceries; Teal'c has a case of beer balanced on his shoulder.

Jack knows when to get out of the way. "Okay."

His living room's not as clean as it used to be, back before Earth was his main theater of operations and he started going home two nights out of three. Stacks of papers piled up, one folder open on the floor, two-day-old pizza box holding down the reports from SG-8's latest mission. Teal'c gets the fire going while Carter and Daniel move the papers and the coffee table out of the way.

Tequila, salt and lime optional. Three shots down and they're still not talking, just there. Jack stretches out on the carpet and closes his eyes with the heels of his hands. The liquor's warm in his belly and the fire's warm on his skin. He made a mistake, or he choked; after fourteen hours on the merry-go-round of doubt, he's not even sure himself. Or maybe the worst possibility: maybe he did choose.

"I'm sorry," he says, sitting up, and finally looks Teal'c in the face. It's going to have to do for all three. Teal'c doesn't pretend not to understand; he inclines his head, slow majesty, forgiveness, and reaches out to take the hand Jack offers him. They're all looking at him, firelight on their faces, and Jack feels his throat going tight, tighter than the tequila can ease. He can't imagine this room empty.

Daniel puts his hand on theirs, and Sam draws them all in; with their breath on his lips and their foreheads against his, it's too close to justification. Too close to making any other choice impossible, even before Daniel's hand slides onto the back of his neck, his fingers twining there with Sam's.

It would be easy to blame the liquor. Or maybe Daniel: they couldn't pretend they weren't broken when he was gone, and where did that leave them when he came back? Even easier to blame the brass for promoting him, himself for letting them. Plenty of excuses every which way he looks, but the lines are there for a reason, and Jack knows it's his job to stop this. Then again, it was his job to give the Prometheus the go-ahead. It was his job to kill them.

Teal'c sits back, and first Jack thinks he's just been let off the hook, but no: he's just fucked up again, because Teal'c's taking off his shirt, and it's way too late to salvage anything like responsible behavior here. "Should we maybe talk about this?" he says anyway.

Daniel looks up from unbuttoning his own shirt and says, "No?" like that's the stupidest question he's ever heard and maybe Jack just meant it rhetorically, because he couldn't possibly be serious. So at least that's familiar; and Sam just smiles and leans in to kiss him.

"I've never been in an orgy before," he says, when she's done, but that's pretty much just for show; he's already unbuckling his belt.

Daniel pushes him down flat again. "I think it comes naturally."

And it does, even though the carpet isn't really thick enough and they stop partway through to move to the bed, which isn't really big enough. Jack has never liked having sex with someone he's not sure of, more paranoia than sensitivity, but still it's never been like this, almost too comfortable to be the first time. Even walking down the hallway together, naked; it demands some embarrassment, and he can't manage to call any up.

They aren't getting past the basics tonight; that would take pairing off, and none of them want that right now. Unspoken: the first time won't be the last; nothing is going to put these crumbling boundaries back into place. Time enough for every combination. For now, better to not even be sure whose mouth he's about to kiss, whose hand is sliding down his thigh; better to taste all of them, touch all of them, with Daniel breathing hard in his ear, Sam biting her lip to stay quiet for no good reason, Teal'c laughing, deep and completely unexpected.

Somewhere between the tides, Jack takes a moment to breathe, watching: Daniel and Sam still moving together, with purpose, Teal'c stroking her back. He's got no guilt left for this anymore; gone the moment he realized that he didn't feel any different about any of them. No more love than before, no more need; they're already so deep inside him there's no distance left to close.

The bed is still too small afterwards, and sticky, but they manage. It's nowhere near the worst place they've ever slept, and the only odd thing is not having to keep watch. Daniel winds up next to Teal'c on the bottom layer, and Jack can't even feel decently weird about that, because he's so fucking happy Daniel's gotten so strong, because that's part of the team's strength, his own strength, their safety. Anyway, Jack's comfortable. Daniel's heartbeat is steady under his cheek and Daniel's thighs are warm against his sides. Teal'c is heavy-lidded and smiling, no sign that he's even noticing Sam's weight; she's curled up on top of him and already looking thoughtful.

All of them a gift he doesn't deserve, and has no intention of returning.

"Carter, this is not a good time to start thinking," Jack says. "Wait for the rest of the team. We can all be awkward together in the morning."

"Yes, sir," she says, and he can hear the grin.

"We have a briefing at 0700 hours tomorrow," Teal'c says, that perfect deadpan cracking just a little for once. "Perhaps we should defer the awkwardness."

"Well, fine," Jack says. "Next week sometime." Daniel laces fingers into his hair and tugs gently.

# End


Many thanks to terrio, hafital, elynross, & cesperanza for beta; and to laurakaye for finding just the right word.

Feedback always much appreciated!

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I love fandom so.

I have no real useful comments about the story, not watching current episodes of Stargate, so I'm reduced to just being glad about it.
:D
Oh my god I love this. OTT! One True Team! With Teal'c in and everything! This is absolutely wonderful (and, in my universe, follows completely logically from Endgame, because, really, what did they want us to think?)
You know, I remember having issues with slashing/shipping Teal'c for a while. He just seemed too dignified. Or something.

They're gone now. *g*
Oh, you did that just right. I needed that. I think I'm going to print this out and take it with me on my trip this weekend, to help keep me in the right frame of mind when things get crazy.

Thank you thank you thank you. *g*
My pleasure! *g* And I love that icon; where is that shot from?
dsudis pointed me over here, and I think I have just died from squee. Just lovely.
Yay! Er, not for you dying. But yay! Thank you!
Oh. Oh. ::melts::

No more love than before, no more need; they're already so deep inside him there's no distance left to close.

This, yes. Right there, that's it. They're all so fucked up but they work.

And Teal'c laughing! Hah!

It's nowhere near the worst place they've ever slept, and the only odd thing is not having to keep watch.

Love that line, too. Your Jack-voice is spot-on.

(Came by way of Vonnie, that pimp who got me hooked on the pretty and the fic.)

::happy sigh::

This, yes. Right there, that's it. They're all so fucked up but they work.

Yes, exactly -- they're so completely interdependent, and way past healthy, and yet it's how they are.

Thanks!
Such a wonderful sense of 'of course!' Lovely.
Thanks! I do feel that it would be almost natural for them to end up here, at this point, given the right circumstances.
i'm mind boggled. i've read every SG1 pairing under the sun, (J/D being my fav) but never all of them at once! (and never heard of an orgy fic without the aid of some flimsy alien mojo excuse either.) you write so well, i'd read your slash if it paired a phone and a phone book. well done! love, roo
you write so well, i'd read your slash if it paired a phone and a phone book.

Wouldn't that count as het? Now, phone and phone... that'd be hot. ;D
Oh, that was *lovely*!
*beams*
Thank you so much!
Oh, man, this makes me so happy I'm not sure I have words to express it. Harry Potter fandom has really helped me get in touch with this button, though I'm not sure what to call it -- somewhere between "best friends" and "the team" and "people who rely on each other," falling into bed because they realize they were already there. Squee!

Thank you -- this is delightful.
...falling into bed because they realize they were already there

Yes, yes, yes. Many times yes. Loving each other so much that the sex can't bring them closer.
I am so behind on the episodes - comes of going away and worldcon and holidays and that the stupid show is on Friday.

This, though, was delicious.
I've just been catching up myself. *g* Glad you enjoyed!
OT4 is the new black! Or something. This made me v. happy. Whenever I read a pairing-centric story, I always feel bad for the other two who got left out.

Things I loved: Teal'c laughing, Jack gently scolding Sam for over-thinking, and their realization that the physical aspect is just a simple and natural extension of their love, and the bond. Perfect.
You know, I was saying to elynross, I almost find it harder to imagine two-person pairings between them at this point, because I think they'd be too freaked out at the idea of throwing off the balance and leaving the others out.

Not that I won't read paired-off stories or anything! Just talking about the direction of my own gut.
BWAH! And further, BW-AH! Oh, man.

That ruled. So much. The last two paragraphs are especially great. Plus the first couple, and everything in between. I had a good time; let's do this again sometime. ;)
Glad you liked! Will be happy to oblige when next time and inspiration permit. ;)
Okay, you know this isn't my fandom, right?

This is the most exciting story I've read in just *ages*. And why? You mashed every damned one of my buttons. Every one. I'm rolling around with repeated "guh"-ings in my head. Just...::sigh::

Great choice not to make it explicit. All the porn we need is right here:
they're already so deep inside him there's no distance left to close.

That's what it's all about, baby. That's what fanfic is *for*, IMNSHO. That feeling.

If only it were really this easy. (:
Woo! So glad I managed to hook you. I really love the whole OT4 vibe I'm getting from SG these days.
That worked so perfectly! Sweet and slightly sad...

they couldn't pretend they weren't broken when he was gone, and where did that leave them when he came back?

...and funny where it needed to be...

"Carter, this is not a good time to start thinking," Jack says. "Wait for the rest of the team. We can all be awkward together in the morning."

...and exactly right. Exactly! Thank you.
Yay! Glad it worked for you. :)
I haven't seen the episode yet, but from everything I've read this seems to fit the mood perfectly. Almost every comment I saw on list, or Lj, or was made among rl friends implied that Endgame felt unfinished, that there was some sort of epilogue required. I doubt many of those watching would have ventured in the direction you have with this story, but to me it seems appropriate. After all the time these four have been together, and everything they've been through and then for Jack to be alone and faced with such a horrendous decision would only bring them closer then ever before.

I especially loved this line, because he's so fucking happy Daniel's gotten so strong, because that's part of the team's strength, his own strength, their safety which implies to me that Daniel has taken Jack's place on the team as the linch pin that holds them together. That seems so appropriate after he ascended and then descended to be back with the team again and then Jack ascends in order to maintain the status quo as much as possible at the SGC leaving a void on the team. The thing is that Daniel is big enough, strong enough, and has seen enough by this point to fill that void.

Bravo!
As I see it, Endgame brought to the fore the problem that, whichever of the possibilities you prefer (Jack made a mistake, Jack couldn't make the call, Jack deliberately chose to save his team no matter what), they all add up to the same thing that we already know -- he is compromised when it comes to SG1. And once they face that -- hey, why not have sex? ;-)
wibble.

/me is incoherently happy.
/me gloats shamelessly :D
And what, pray tell, got you started on the OT4 kick? Hmmmm? *snickers madly and prints this to read later*
We'll glad that whatever did, since it's all YOUR fault I've been craving them

*speechless*

OT4. *sigh* My absolute favorite of all. OT3 is almost as good, but not quite.

*runs off to rec this in her LJ*

Re: *speechless*

Thanks so much for the rec! And really, it's all good, but yeah, I'm high on the OT4 right now. :-)
Oh yay! Thanks for the lovely GSF, and the gentle snark. It's sweet, even while it's painful.
Thanks! And, I know I'm going to smack myself the second you tell me, but I am stymied for the moment, so I will ask: GSF?
So very well done. And I'm way, way behind on Stargate these days.
I, um. *guilty* Still haven't watched most of last season, or s6 -- I fell off the show after Daniel ascended; it didn't feel right without the whole team. But I've been creeping back bit by bit, and now I'm really enjoying s8.
Oh, this is lovely! Just exactly what I needed to improve my day. Such vivid depictions of the team. So easy to see it happening precisely like this. Thanks!
Thank you! Glad you liked. :)
ah, I've wandered over via Vickita and Cofax and oh, others, and I can see why there's a big flashing arrow pointing this way. *g*

Most excellent. I like the idea of them being already there and this being just really an expression of what already exists. That's the best kind of sex: another language for love.

So beautifully written too.

yum.
That's the best kind of sex: another language for love.

*loves this*

Thank you!
Good one!
Thanks!
oh-so lovely.

it moves like a leaf drifting down. Inevitable.

B
Inevitable.

Thanks -- that's just what I was feeling. :)
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