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crossover ficlet: Boomer/Daniel Jackson, er, non-fluffy, PG13?
SG-1/BSG
I found this in an old file, and I think it might have been an attempt at a yuletide treat, like, four years ago. idk. it feels about that old.
It is, well, angsty, and plotless and vaguely with the porn.
He calls her Satterfield when he picks her up in the bar.
"It's Sharon."
"Oh. Right." The smile is fake, and she wonders if the dangerous look in his eyes is for her or someone else.
Later, he's kissing his way down her throat, almost breaking the skin when he bites down. This is human, she thinks. Human and real, and that makes it all the better.
"So, Sharon," he says as he buys her another drink, "What do you do?"
"Do you really care?" She knows she's being human, and stupid. There's dirt under his fingernails and he's tall enough to make her feel short. She likes that.
"I should."
"But you don't. That's ok. I don't care what you do, either."
"So we're clear."
"Yup." She flashes him a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
He doesn't smile in return, but his hand closes around her wrist, thumb pressing against her pulse.
When he kisses her, she thinks about chemical reactions, babies, and the things Six likes to taunt her with. You're the weak one, Sharon, flawed. Too human, too predictable to be one of God's favorite children. And yet she is here, attracting this broken man, becoming human under his hands and teeth.
She might be weak, but she's the one carrying God's gift to them all, the beginning of future generations. Not that the version coupling with Daniel Jackson is pregnant. Not yet.
If the goal is love, she thinks afterwards, she has failed it. He's cold as he climbs out of the bed. "You can shower before you leave, if you want."
"No money on the dresser?" The words make him flinch, but he doesn't reply.
I found this in an old file, and I think it might have been an attempt at a yuletide treat, like, four years ago. idk. it feels about that old.
It is, well, angsty, and plotless and vaguely with the porn.
He calls her Satterfield when he picks her up in the bar.
"It's Sharon."
"Oh. Right." The smile is fake, and she wonders if the dangerous look in his eyes is for her or someone else.
Later, he's kissing his way down her throat, almost breaking the skin when he bites down. This is human, she thinks. Human and real, and that makes it all the better.
"So, Sharon," he says as he buys her another drink, "What do you do?"
"Do you really care?" She knows she's being human, and stupid. There's dirt under his fingernails and he's tall enough to make her feel short. She likes that.
"I should."
"But you don't. That's ok. I don't care what you do, either."
"So we're clear."
"Yup." She flashes him a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
He doesn't smile in return, but his hand closes around her wrist, thumb pressing against her pulse.
When he kisses her, she thinks about chemical reactions, babies, and the things Six likes to taunt her with. You're the weak one, Sharon, flawed. Too human, too predictable to be one of God's favorite children. And yet she is here, attracting this broken man, becoming human under his hands and teeth.
She might be weak, but she's the one carrying God's gift to them all, the beginning of future generations. Not that the version coupling with Daniel Jackson is pregnant. Not yet.
If the goal is love, she thinks afterwards, she has failed it. He's cold as he climbs out of the bed. "You can shower before you leave, if you want."
"No money on the dresser?" The words make him flinch, but he doesn't reply.